Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 22:43:42 -0400 (EDT) From: Milford Slabaugh Subject: Small Oak River SMALL OAK RIVER By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM The Small Oak River looked the very same, even after all these years. I got out of my pickup and, with one foot still inside, looked out over the still, slow-moving, green-gray waters. This was where I had spent so many happy summer days as a child, me and my friends, young boys running and playing and jumping and diving into the waters. We'd hung a rope to the old oak tree (oak trees had given the river part of its name, the rest came from its proximity to the larger Large Oak River, these two rivers flowed downstream to make Oakside Lake (a lot of oak trees around here!), less than a quarter mile further down. But tourists and rich people surrounded the lake, and the lower part of the Large Oak River, we local people usually left those alone and settled happily for the smaller, much more intimate and secret, Small Oak River. Which was why I'd come back here. Two reasons, well, three. I was on vacation, two weeks, from my job in the city. I had no money due to my recent divorce from my wife of five years, who'd taken me for everything I had, including my two daughters, and three, well, I was looking for answers. Right after I figured out what the questions were, that is. I figured the best place to look for questions was at Small Oak River. Our old swimming place was the same as always, and unused. People these days don't have time to do things like go to the river, and those who could wanted a cabin and all the conveniences they'd left at home. Lots of places like that at Oakside Lake, and the water was cleaner-looking. I was putting up the tent when I heard the shouts. Young boys' shouts. From across the Small Oak River, no less. But there was nothing over there but a small snout of land and then the Large Oak River! Then the boys came out to the riverbank and I saw and groaned, "Aw, hell!" They were wearing what could only be matching camp uniform t-shirts. That small "snout" of land that was unusable for any major building...you could build a youth resort there, all right, and someone had! Well, they were entitled to swim here, I guess. After all, I'd swum here as a kid, most of my favorite memories were of swimming here. But it also explained why nobody else was camping here. I sighed. I'd try to tolerate it and if I couldn't, I'd move upstream a bit. Kids across the river, a good forty-fifty feet away from me, weren't going to be too much for me, were they? Meanwhile, I watched them and snickered. They were probably here without permission, and were capping their mischief by stripping down and diving into the water completely naked. Skinny-dipping! Just like me and my friends used to do when we were their age. I finished setting up my campsite while listening to them splashing around and having a good time. Done with that, I wiped my brow and looked at the kids swimming around naked and free and thought to myself, why the hell should they have all the fun? I stripped to my skin just like I was a kid and walked into the water. This part of the river was both deep and slow-moving, in part because the government (or was it the homeowners around the lake?) would send dredges on the lake and they'd come up the rivers a ways when they did it to help keep the lake clean and pristine blue. I was soon floating and enjoying the cool river water, not cold, not hot, just...nice. Just like when I was a kid. God, I used to enjoy this place, especially with Jason, he'd swim alongside me and sometimes when nobody was watching, he'd reach down and fondle me under the water and I'd do the same to him. Then we'd watch and when nobody was noticing (I found out later they'd known all along), we'd slip off into the bushes and our hands would bring each other to our shuddering little-boy orgasms. Those days, those nights when he'd stay over, were some of the greatest times of my life, and I missed him dreadfully. Wish I'd known where he'd moved, he'd given me his address but I'd lost it, he must have thought I hadn't written him on purpose, if he'd only written me once, I'd have had his address again and could apologize! Shit! I'd lost Jason when I was a kid, and now I'd lost my wife and kids! Was I doomed to spend my entire life alone? Two strikes...did I dare try for three? Or live the rest of my life alone? I floated as I thought, awakened with a start, looked at the sky. I'd only napped a couple of minutes, thank God! I had to strike out swimming for my campsite, but it wasn't so very far, the swimming hole was in a sort of lull in the current, really part of the lake at this point, another reason it kept getting dredged clear. Back in my camp, I dug out a beach-sized towel and laid it out and spread my naked, wet bones. Let the warm summer sun bake my skin dry and clean. The kids' voices had diminished, and weren't swimming any more. Gone back to their camp counselors and such, no doubt. I relaxed, I drowsed...I dreamed. My dream was of my boyhood days on the river, swimming nude and free and happy, laughing and playing, and then of Jason's hand on my little-boy wiener, stroking it, and then we were on the bank in the bushes, lying down and giggling as our hands found each other, gripped each other, stroked each other, oh, God, that feels so good, Jason, so good, oh, oh, yeah! I groaned, moved, and realized that this wasn't entirely a dream! That snapped me awake and I looked down at myself. My cock, fully erect and hard, all nine inches of it, peering above the shelf of my construction-worker pecs, and showing clearly the grip of a small, male hand! I followed the thin arm over to its owner, a grinning boy looking a lot like Jason had back then, with a sun-browned body, tousled light-brown hair and impish green eyes that sparkled with mischief and delight. Behind him were four more boys his own age and...my God, they were all naked! I was looking at little hands on little cocks, fondling them as my own was being pumped by their buddy! "What the hell?" I gasped out, far, far too late! I was about ten seconds past being offended or surprised. And my cock was putting the lie to any objections I could think up on the spot. "What are you doing, playing with my cock?" was all I managed. The kid jerking me gave a sort of shrug with shoulders and pursed lips. "Just seeing what it felt like." he said. "Well, cut it out." "It was already hard." one of his friends put in. "You must have been having a nice dream or something." The other boys all chuckled. "You shouldn't be doing that." I protested. "Jesus!" "What's the matter, Mister?" my little molester asked me. "Don't you like this?" "That's not the point." "But you like it, don't you?" "Uh...yeah!" was that me talking? Christ, I wasn't a kid anymore! But when I had been, I'd been...just like this. Lying on this river bank, my cock in the hand of a young boy, playing with it and making me feel soooo goooooood! "You think this is good, watch this!" And my assailant then, to my goggle-eyed astonishment, dove his face down and his lips wrapped around my pud and he sunk the head and a couple of inches of my shaft into his mouth and even with that muffling him, I heard that boyish chuckle as it escaped around the edges of his mouth. Then his mouth bobbed up and down on me and I moaned! I don't mean a "uhhh!" sound, I mean an "OOOHHHHHHHHHH-OHHHHHHH-OHHHHHHH!" sound that poured right out of my heart. "Yeah, he likes it." the other boys began to crowd around me on the towel, kneeling down and getting a good look at their friend sucking on my cock. "He likes it just fine." said a black-haired kid on my right. The kid's prick was right near my right hand, and I saw that, and then without thinking it through, I was reaching for it. The kid gasped, then looked at me and grinned. "Yeah, he likes it a whole lot!" "Yeah." the kid on his left, a red-haired kid, guided my left hand so I could grab his, too. Another kid made his presence known by getting between my legs and licking my balls! I now had two boys' lips on my cock and balls, one sucking my shaft and the other rolling my balls in his mouth like jawbreakers! "Oh, God!" I groaned as he snuffled at my testicles. Then a pair of legs straddled my head. I looked up at the fifth boy, the only black boy in the group, and he had the advantage of being a little more developed in his genitals than the others, he was sporting a genuine erection on a prick that was a good four inches long. And his movements made it clear just where he was planning on getting his jollies here, my mouth! I could have fought him off, I wasn't being held down here by any means. I had about ten seconds to consider what I was doing here. Was I a helpless man trapped by boys into passively doing something he didn't really mean to do? Or was I going to dive in and really suck this boy's cock! He landed his buttocks on my chest and then his prick was lying across my lips. And I guess I decided without thinking about it, for my mouth opened and it slid inside and I locked onto that little dong and slurped as he pulled it back out again. The kid grunted and began to thrust at my face, and that turned me on more than ever. My dong was heating up from the servicing of the brown-haired kid, from the sucking of the other kid, and I had kid's puds in each of my hands pumping on them while a black kid was fucking my face. Jesus! You'd have to be dead below the waist to not be turned on as hell by this! So when the kid sucking me pulled off, I felt confused and betrayed. I wanted to ask, to beg, him to get back to sucking me! Why the hell had he stopped! And then I felt it. Oh, God! That could only be a pair of small little-boy buttocks sliding down over my glans and that, oh, Jesus, that could only be his tiny little asshole! It couldn't fit, it couldn't possibly go in...! "Uh, uhhhhhh!" I warned my little sex partner. "Uhhhh!" But he was forcing himself down, and damned if he didn't expand that little pucker until it slid over and onto and down onto my prick! Dear God! What the fuck? "Man, how do you do that?" one of the kids asked, I couldn't tell who. "My older brother taught me how to take it last winter." my young cocksucker told him. "It's just a matter of learning how to relax and it'll all go in, even when they're this big." "Really?" "Yeah, uh, though this guy's bigger'n my brother is, that's for sure. Man, how big do these things get, anyhow?" "He's got a fat one, all right." another boy added. "You going to be able to finish him like that?" "Yeah, I'm good." The boy riding my cock moaned and I felt him slide down deeper. "Oh, yeah, that does it! Oh, yeah!" "Oh, oh, oh!" the black kid fucking my face began to moan suddenly. "I'm ready, I'm ready, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh!" I tasted a bit of salty stuff on my tongue when he did that and at first I though he was actually coming! Really early puberty if he had been. Just some of the fluid a kid can shoot in the early stages, I guess. But he was moaning like a full man would, and that made the kids in my hands squirm and moan along with him. Those boyish moans of pleasure reminded me powerfully of my own times with Jason, it was like I was nine again and Jason and I were enjoying each other. We'd never been as sexually advanced as these kids were, but that didn't seem to matter, I remembered it like it was happening right now and that was all that mattered, and I groaned and blasted out a load right into that little horndog's ass. He yelped when I began squirting, "Oh, oh, it stings, it stings, oh, oh, oh, oh!" And damned if the little fucker didn't have his climax along with it! While I was shooting, his tiny ass was clenching on me in spasms of his joy, and that milked me hard, and I loaded him full and more dribbled down my shaft, where the kid licking my balls tasted it and began to lick up the shaft of my cock as the kid riding me fell off of me and onto my chest, panting hard. The rest of these boys also piled onto me until I was buried in sexually exhausted young eight-year-old boys. The last kid, the one I couldn't remember, he wriggled up between my legs and his little dick was pushed up against my balls and he began to hunch at me like a demon. Wet and exhausted in the midst of this pile of boys, it felt like I had been fucked at like this by every one of them. I couldn't tell what was water, what was sweat and what was their little-boy clear pre-pubescent liquid, if they shot any of it at all. And the last boy moaned and his cock got all hot on my balls, and then he was done and lying on me as well. They got off me after a time and I was going to rise up and say something but a horn sounded and that meant something to these boys, because they looked at each other, then raced back into the water and splashed toward their side. Leaving me alone, fucked dry and rather bemused by all that had happened. I looked out at the river, the boys had grabbed their clothes when they reached the other side and ran off, so I was essentially alone now. Maybe they'd be back and maybe not, but anyhow, I'd come here to be alone and to think and now I had the chance. Funny thing was, I now had all my answers. I'd been happy before, and miserable before. Neither state had lasted. All I had to do was go out and look for my happiness and I'd find it all again, maybe in a different shape, but the same happiness. And maybe this third time around, it would stick. So...now what do I do? I threw a couple of flat rocks at the Small Oak River and thought about it, then smiled. Wonder if that camp could use an extra volunteer counselor for a couple of weeks? THE END Comments, complaints or suggestions? E-mail the Author at Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM WWW.TOMMYHAWKSROGUEMOON.COM