Swimming Hole
The following story contains many elements of truth but is mostly a work of fiction, which comes solely from my depraved mind and experiences. it involves a human interacting with other animals in a sexual way. If you like this story, or would like to share illustrations, pics, or ideas for further chapters (or would like to lodge a complaint) feel free to email me: agoodtime77@gmail.com
I remember my childhood fondly - not a care in the world, no stress and a mostly idyllic upbringing. My family lived on the west coast in an area known for its mild weather and warm climate. My mother, Father, two brothers and myself (along with a variety of animals and critters) lived in a rural area on a large property surrounded by forest, creeks, small lakes, ponds, swamps, and marsh areas. The natural areas surrounding our home were protected under a nature convention so there would never be development in or around the area - we were lucky, having had our house built prior to the protections being enforced.
Summer days were the best - wandering around our property, endless hours spent in the woods and in the lakes, swimming, fishing, building forts and just having fun. We were remotely schooled - a teacher would visit us 2 times a month to check our school exercises, give lessons, prescribe homework, etc. So long as we had our work for the day done we were free to just be boys; having fun outside until the setting sun brought us home. With the sun beating down on us we'd often be found at a small lake about 40 minutes’ walk from our house. It was about half a kilometer long and wide... big enough for endless fishing, swimming, playing and fun, but not quite big enough for boating and other activities that required more space.
On the way to the lake, there were a number of creeks, swamps, marshes and ponds - all of which were play areas to us, and potential areas for swimming, fishing, catching frogs - etc. Depending on the day, we might be at any one of these locations doing whatever we deemed to be the activity of the day. The lake offered the best swimming, but if the weather was just too hot, or we were too lazy to walk the distance to the lake, we'd end up somewhere closer - swimming in a pond or at the creek, or even wallowing through the marshlands.
I remember back to one particular day that sticks out in my memory, around when I was around twelve years old. It was a day that I discovered something amazing about our corner of the world, and something truly unexpected about myself...
The day started as any normal day; wake up, eat breakfast, start on the school work - maybe eat a little lunch, and then head outside to find our entertainment for that day. I was behind in my work somewhat (too much goofing around and not getting down to the business of actually doing the homework). It was a warm day - sunny and blue skies, and my brothers decided it was a day to head to the lake. I hadn't finished my work, and they grew tired of waiting around for me. After whining and jeering, they both decided to head off to the lake, and I was to catch up with them when I finally finished my work.
An hour or so, and after much procrastination, I finished my work. Without stopping for lunch or a snack, I changed into swim trunks, grabbed a towel, and headed off after my brothers. It was hot - sweat dripping hot. After 20 minutes of wandering through the trails in the forest and through the swamps on the way to the lake, I came across a small pond where we had occasion to swim at. I decided that I'd had enough walking, and that this was as far as I was going to go today.
Now, I had said earlier that the lake was the best swimming - it was cooler, deeper, cleaner and had no creepy crawlies in it. The pond, on the other hand, was fairly warm and only about 5 ft deep at a max. There were some critters and creatures - but nothing scary like leeches or anything that would bite. What it did have though, was a species of aquatic worm in large abundance. At the time, we didn't know the name of the species, and just referred to them as water worms - they were similar to an earthworm, but much thicker and not as proportionately long. They ranged from about 10 cm (4 inches) to about 40 cm (15 inches). The smaller ones were about pencil thick, and the largest being about the thickness of a D battery.
Looking into the pond, you'd never see them – It wasn’t until you had disturbed the bottom that they'd poke up through the muck and then swim around trying to find the source of the disturbance. They were found in just about every body of water we knew, except for the lake, where you'd only occasionally see them in shallow, marshy areas. They seemed to like the ponds, creeks, and marshes best - and they had different markings and characteristics in different ponds and areas of the property. The significance of this I would realize later.
I took off my shirt and shoes, and laid them on my towel close to the pond. It was warm, so I was able to just wade in without getting a cold shock. It was nice and relaxing - just being alone with bird sounds was a perfect place to be. I rested on the bottom, with my legs outstretched - the warm water just about at chest level. Not surprisingly, I began seeing the water worms wriggling from the bottom. They poked their heads out... wriggled around a bit and then began swimming freely about the pond. The worms in this pond were a deep red/brown colour. They had a bulbous head section, followed by a thinner tapered section, then a thicker band in the middle which then tapered to a tail end.
Normally, we'd just kind of swish them around and wave them off if they swam close to us but they weren't harmful in any way at all. I swished a few smaller ones away when they got close, and just sat enjoying the water and being out of the heat of the sun. As I sat still, I felt something brush my arm - it was a worm, but much larger than the ones I had swished off earlier - about 20 cm (8 in) long, and about as thick as a C cell battery. I didn't brush this one off though - I just kind of let it swim around me to see what it would do. It swam around my outstretched arm, poking and bobbing into my skin and just moving about randomly. I sat there and played with it gently - I never really had a close up look at them before. It was soft and just a little slimy, with no eyes or discernable orifices - just flesh and muscle, no bones or hard structure within it. It would swim over my arm, and pass between my side and arm, all the while poking about. I cupped it in the water with my fingers encircling it, but never gripping it, and it readily swam through my hand like that. Soon, a few smaller worms joined the larger one, and they too began circling my hand, arm and torso. I played like this a while, until I had all of them swimming through my hand. I wondered for a moment what they would do if I closed my hand or squeezed them as they passed through, so as a smaller one was going through my hand I closed my grip gently around the worm - tight enough that it couldn't freely swim. It wriggled slightly, then pushed through my fingers. I continued doing this as other worms began to pass through my hand. They seemed to follow where one worm had been before. After a few minutes of this, I now had about 10 or 12 worms swimming around my hand - the others being attracted to the worms wriggling through my hand - they approached my encircled fingers, and then wriggled through, one after the other.
I began to get the idea of clenching one tighter to see what it would do - no surprise really, it wriggled and pulsed rapidly, pushing itself through my clenched fingers. The action of this though seemed to stir up the rest of the worms, and they began to move more erratically and faster, in search of my clenched finger tunnel. After a few smaller worms passed through, a larger one -quite thick and long- approached my hand and proceeded to push through it - but I didn't loosen my grip, curious to see if the larger worm could make its way through. Its bulbous head pushed past my fingers but was stopped at the banded midsection, too thick to pass. The worm began to pulse and throb, enlarging itself as it shortened its overall length, expanding and contracting while wriggling its head about and then finally pushing my fingers apart to wriggle through. They were pretty strong for worms! Others immediately followed behind it and passed through in the same manner - for the smaller ones I tightened my grip, and for the larger ones I loosened it, watching each one wriggle and contort as it pushed its way through my encircled fingers.
I wondered what would happen if they were unable to get through my hand - what would they do with no opening on the other end? A smaller one began entering my tunneled fingers, which I then held in a fist - closed off at the end, against my stomach. The worm hit the end of my finger tunnel, jammed against my tummy, and paused - then it began wriggling and pulsing - contracting its length and expanding in girth. It tickled my skin as it did this, and I held it there laughing to myself. After a minute or so of this, the worm contracted its body tight and held itself engorged for a moment. And then it did something odd - it pulled out of my hand in reverse and swam off. Up to this point, I hadn't seen them reverse out of my hand before, but before I could think too much about it, another worm was immediately entering my encircled hands - this time quickly, burying itself into my clenched fist and pushing into the skin of my stomach. It wriggled and convulsed, throbbing as it contracted and expanded its girth within my closed hand until it too pulled its length tight, holding itself engorged in my fist. Then, just like the other, it backed out and immediately swam off. Other worms began pushing into my hand, competing for the space I had created there but were pushed aside by the largest worm there - the one that was about 20 cm (8 in) long or so, and as thick as a C battery. It pushed itself through the other worms and immediately buried its bulbous head in my enclosed fist, pushing quickly and firmly into the skin on my tummy - I had to use two hands to hold its entire length there. It wriggled and pulsed with vigor - expanding and contracting, pushing into the skin of my belly with its head. As it did this, I noticed a thick white goo seeping out of the spaces between my fingers, and from between my tummy and fist - all the while it continued to throb and pulse - expanding and contracting rapidly as I held it within the tunnel created by both of my fists held end-to-end. Then, just like the others, it pulled its body tight, contracting its length in half and doubling its girth within my clenched fingers – it held firm, pulsing and jerking and then a substantial amount of thick, white goo began to ooze between the fingers of the fist I held against my belly. I suddenly realized that the others had done the same - the white goo I noticed before when the large worm entered my hand had been left by the two smaller previous worms, and it was being displaced from my hand by the entrance of this big worm.
The thick, large worm returned to its normal shape and form and, just as the others had, reversed out of my hand and swam off. Unlike before though, the remaining worms didn't attempt to enter my hand, instead, they all seemed to disperse along with the larger worm back into the depths of the pond. I could feel the thick goo in my hand even under water - It was sticky, and slick. Now, I was only 10, but was no stranger to the birds and bees - and while I wasn’t yet able to produce any ejaculate myself, I had seen plenty of randy dogs, sheep, pigs, goats, bulls and even a few horses on our property engaged in the act to know what was going on here. About six months prior, my brothers and I had come across a cache of porno mags in a collapsed tent we'd found in the forest and we poured through the pages ogling the perky tits, and wet pussies. We were fascinated with the sexy scenes and huge, hard cocks of the men within - my brother explained what the white fluid spewing from the end of their hard dicks was. Raising my hand out of the water some of it dripped in splats back into the pond, but the majority of it - thick and white, remained in my hand like jelly. I squeezed it through my fingers, fascinated by the slickness and texture. I brought it to my nose to sniff it. It had an odour - like custard made with lake water - a kind of woody, leafy smell mixed with sweetness. I suddenly became aware of my own penis, stiff and erect - begging for attention (as it often was when I was 12 years old). I'm not sure I would have done the same today, but my action was immediate - I lowered my hand through the water and past the waistband of my shorts to my uncut, 4" pre-pubescent little hard-on which I encircled with my grasping hand to make a tunnel much like I had for the worms, and proceeded to jerk my own stiff prick. The goo felt fantastic - soft, smooth with a stickiness that felt amazing as I worked my skin back and forth over my hard, purple head. Within moments I was contributing my own small amount of white fluid to the pond -probably not even a teaspoon full- but it was my first cum ever, and the best orgasm I’d ever had.
I wiped my hands through the dirt and muck on the bottom the pond, and in the grass along the edge. I was spent, and decided I’d just wander back home and relax :)
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