Date: Fri, 03 Dec 2021 12:05:41 +0000 From: alan-kelp Subject: Wade In The Water-1 All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and boys. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Comments welcome. Gay - Adult-Youth: M+/b, oral, anal - - - - - Wade In The Water - Part 1 It was 1969, during the summer holidays. I was 11 years old and liked to spend my time down by the river: paddling, swimming and netting minnows. Although the river had a reputation for improper behaviour after dark, it was mostly quiet during the day. However, I did set up a camp in the bushes, on the bank that had no footpath. I had to wade across the river to get there, but the camp was the perfect place to hide my clothes, towel and fishing net. One day, around noon, I was paddling in the gravel shallows looking for minnows. There were some other kids up river, but I could hardly hear them because of the slight bend in the river. "Is it cold in there, son?" said a man's voice. "I was going further up river, into deeper water, but there are some noisy girls up there .... I don't want to be swimming with silly girls." I jumped when I heard the man's voice, and jumped again when I turned and saw him standing, completely naked, at the water's edge. I had never seen a naked man before - my family were very private types. My heart raced. I knew it was wrong to be seen talking to a naked man, but I decided to carry on as if nothing was amiss. "No," I replied. "The water's quite warm, once you get used to it." "Ah, good," he said. "Have you caught much today?" "Just a couple of minnows," I replied, holding up a jam jar. "I just like trying to catch 'em." "I used to come here to swim, when I was a boy," he said. "Of course, I didn't bother with swimming trunks back then, so I don't wear any now." "My trunks are new," I said. "They're only a few days old." "So, c'mon," he said. "Let's have a look at the minnows then." I waded carefully over the gravel bed, holding up the jar. When I reached the other side, he took the jar and held it aloft to see the fish. I took the opportunity, while he was looking at the fish, to stare at his willie, ball-sac and pubic hair. "How did he get to be so hairy around there?" I thought. "And how come his uncut willie was so long and fat, compared to my little thing?" "They look a bit scared," he announced, as he handed the jar back to me. "Perhaps you should let them go." "Yes, perhaps I should," I said, as I bent over and released them back into the water. "It's a bit shallow here, isn't it?" "Yes," I replied. "But you can lay down on the gravel bed, if you just want to cool off." He stepped in and lowered himself into the water. I lay down in the water as well, to show him where the deeper places were. After some ten minutes, he stood up again; and as he did so, I noticed that his willie had shrunk. "Where do you dry off, son?" he asked, as he waded across the river. "I keep my towel behind those bushes. It's shielded from the footpath, so nobody can see me change." "Where?" "I'll show you," I said, as I crossed the river. "Follow me, mister." I led the man across the grass and behind the bushes, which formed a little enclosure between the river and the fields beyond. I picked up my towel and began drying myself off. "So, where do you hang your trunks up to dry?" he asked. "Well, I usually..." "Don't mind me, son," he interrupted. "Just take your trunks off. I'll hang them up for you." My face went bright red. "Well, I don't know..." "Come on, son," he said, as he moved toward me. "Take them off." He smiled as I put my thumbs inside my swimming trunks and pulled them down, exposing my little willie. "There," he continued, "that wasn't so hard .... And look, my cock's getting hard now!" I stepped out of my trunks, holding on to his arm to steady myself. He then picked up my trunks and hung them over a nearby branch. "Why don't you spread the towel out and lay on it," he suggested. "Then you'll dry in the sun." I did as he suggested; face down, so as to hide my growing embarrassment. "That's it," he continued, as he knelt down beside me. "Turn over. It'll be better .... Let the breeze get between your lovely legs." I turned over and carried on talking to the man. "Why did your willie shrink, mister, when you went in the water?" I asked, as the man touched my willie. "That happens to men," he replied, smiling. "It's the cold water. Haven't you noticed it with your dad's cock?" "I've never seen my dad's willie," I replied. "Have you never seen a man's cock before?" he asked. "Well, take a good look at mine, son. Go on! Touch it if you want." I reached out and grasped the man's willie, and then let it go again. "Why is it getting so big?" "Watch," he said, as he began to rub and squeeze my willie. "It's the heat. The heat of my hand stroking your willie. All cocks like to be stroked. It makes them rock-hard!" "Will it go back to the size it was before?" I asked. "Yes," he said. "Turn over and hold your arse-cheeks apart with your hands. My cock will go back to its normal size after it's poked your arsehole." "What do you mean?" "Never mind, son," he snapped. "Stay where you are, someone is coming along the footpath." "Afternoon, Bob," said the man on the footpath. "What's the swimming like here?" "Far too shallow, Don," came the reply. "The boy and I are here for the net fishing and paddling. It's a lot deeper further up river." "Maybe I could join you and the boy in the bushes," Don said. "How old is he?" "He's still wet behind the ears, so I won't be sharing him with anyone else for a while. In fact, you interrupted things big time." "Sorry!" Don said. "I better be moving on." "Ha, ha!" I laughed a few seconds later. "You've got a spider's web stuck to the end of your willie." A thread of glistening silver was coming out of Bob's willie, and was being taken into the bushes by the breeze. "That's not a spider's web, son," Bob said. "That's called pre-cum, all men produce it. Even that idiot over there, on the footpath. C'mon, son, let me suck your willie." I was gobsmacked when my willie disappeared into Bob's mouth. It felt really good, so I let him do it all the more. "Wow! That felt great," I said a few minutes later. "Can you do it again, mister." "Yes. Give me a few minutes to poke your arsehole with my finger, then I'll suck your willie again." Bob and I played around in the bushes for a good hour or so. I sucked his willie, and ended up with "spunk" in my mouth. Bob then kissed me all over and sucked my willie again. "C'mon, let's call it a day," Bob said. "I'll meet you here tomorrow. We can then fool around in the bushes some more." "And poke a few holes?" "Yes," he said. "By the way, what's your name and age, son?" "Wade... Wade Fuller. And I'm 11 years old." "Excellent," he said. "Now, let's keep this riverside romp a secret. No one must know what we've done here today. Okay?" "Yes," I said, "but what about the idiot on the footpath?" "Oh, Don's okay. He's a like-minded friend, so don't worry about him." ~ ~ ~ As planned, Bob and I fooled around in the bushes the next day. He played with my naughty bits and I played with his. He then swapped his finger for his willie and poked my arsehole. The pain stayed with me for ages, so I kept away from the river for a week or so. "Are you still wet behind the ears, boy?" Don asked, as we crossed paths in the park. "No!" I snapped. "Bob poked me." "C'mon, sit down and tell me all about it," he said. "A problem shared is a problem halved." We found a park bench and sat down. "So, he stroked your stiffy and sucked you off," Don said, emphasizing the words "stroked" and "sucked". "That's what I would have done." "Yes, that was okay," I said, "but then he lay on top of me and stuck his willie into my hole, and it hurt like blazes." "Say that again, boy," Don said, as he put his newspaper over my groin and squeezed my willie. The two of us relived Bob's poke as the newspaper was replaced by Don's jacket. I unbuttoned my flies and showed Don exhibit A, my willie. The man certainly knew how to placate an angry witness, whilst holding exhibit A. We eventually ended up in the park bushes, re-enacting Bob's poke. I lost all my clothes as Don examined my mouth and arsehole in great detail. "I can see why that arse of yours is so attractive to Bob," Don said. "I much prefer your little willie, so let's go over that evidence again. A few photographs might help clarify the situation, so meet me in the park tomorrow." Don and I went over the evidence several more times that week. In fact, Don invited a couple of his like-minded friends to step into the bushes and review the evidence in person. Adam and Mitch were very keen to explore my naked body. ~ ~ ~ When I eventually returned to the river, I spotted Bob talking to a boy. The boy was wearing swimming trunks and seemed quite taken with Bob and his willie. I decided to hang around and see what would happen. The two of them crossed the river and entered my camp. "Hello, Wade," Mitch said, as he put his hand on my shoulder. "Adam and I have been looking all over for you today. Our van is parked by the river gate in Mill Lane. So, why don't you come with me and strip off in the van? The three of us can then fool around in the back of the empty van." I considered my options and decided two men in a van was better than watching a boy lose his swimming trunks. Adam and Mitch were in their late 20s, and super fit. They were also keen on having sex with naked schoolboys, so I smiled and walked off with Mitch. "Good call, Mitch," Adam said, as he got out of the delivery van and opened the back doors. "You said 'try the river' and, lo and behold, there he was." "He was spying on 'Bob the Knob'. That man is a liability," Mitch said. "You can't go walking around in the nude in front of boys. Someone might call the police." "He talked Wade out of his swimming trunks," Adam said, "so he can't be all bad." The two men laughed as they helped me get into the back of the van. "Strip off, boy," Mitch said. "We'll be taking you off to Brandon Woods, so keep those hands away from your cock until we get there."