Swimming Hole
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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
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Chapter 2: Exploration

I couldn't sleep and laid in my bed wide awake - I hadn't stopped
thinking about the pond, the water-worms, my first cum! It felt
amazing, and I couldn't wait to recreate the scene again. My cock
was hard and had been that way for hours - i had a copious amount
of pre-cum, which i swirled around inside my foreskin all over
the head of my cock with my finger. I was aching, but I didn't
dare jerk-off, as my older brother slept in the same room.
Morning eventually came, and I was tired, but excited. As usual,
I ate breakfast, did chores, and hit the school books along with
my brothers. They could tell I was distracted and not fully there
- indeed, I was busy scheming in my head about how I could be
alone again today and find my way to the pond.


Turns out, it wasn't that hard to do - my brothers had a blast at
the lake the day before, and were keen to continue their fun from
yesterday. They'd built a raft and sailed it across the lake to
make a fort on the other side. This sounded like a lot of fun to
me, so I was torn between heading to my pond or joining them. The
decision was made for me though - I hadn't finished my homework
by the time they did, and they weren't going to wait around for
me. Again, they ate lunch, and then headed off into the summer
sun. I hadn't yet eaten, and was still working through my
homework. There would be a good hour gap between when they left,
and when I would finally leave the house. I told mom that I would
take lunch to go - she packed a sandwich, an apple and a juice
box. Finally, with books and pencils away - I went to my room to
change, and then trotted out the door with my lunch sac in hand.


It was hot again - I was sweating hard with only a few minutes
walk in, and couldn't wait to set foot in the pond water.  It
seemed like the pond was twice the distance it had been the day
before - a product of my anticipation, no doubt. When I finally
arrived the thought came to me that I should find a different
spot - somewhere further from the trail so I could truly enjoy my
privacy. The pond filtered through a stand of trees, in a large
arching crescent about 30m (100 ft) long in total length. There
was no path through the trees, so I headed into a shallow part of
the pond and walked about knee-deep through the pond, past some
marsh and reeds and into a stand of trees. This part of the pond
was more shaded - it had larger reeds and grass and the bottom
was a bit more muddy and mucky - my feet sank well past my ankle
into the bottom as I walked. Roots from the trees drove into the
pond from the edge, and created a bit of an obstacle for me to
get around. I continued walking through, stepping over tree roots
making my way further into privacy. I came upon a part of the
pond where the edge was more abrupt - the shore didn't slope, but
instead dropped sharply from the grass into about 30-40cm of
water (just over a foot deep) - this was perfect, I could sit in
the water with my back against the edge, feet extended into the
pond. It was a perfect vantage point to see anyone coming from
the other side of the pond. I leaned against the edge and dropped
myself into the water, arms laid out on the upper edge of the
pond, my lunch and towel convenient to reach, and deep enough
into the lake that i was cool and comfortable - luxury!
Naturally, my mind turned to my worm friends - and it occurred to
me that having walked through a good distance of the pond, I
would have disturbed much more bottom and created much more waves
by walking this distance than I had yesterday. It wasn't long,
and I spotted the familiar wriggling in the water - worms were
already swimming about, attempting to locate the source of the
disturbance. The first worm to find me was a medium sized one -
about the length of a new pencil, and as fat as my thumb. I
extended my hand, which it proceeded to wrap around and probe,
bumping its bulbous head into my fingers, hand, and arm. A second
one joined it soon after, similar in size and shape. They both
continued swimming around, probing my hand and swimming about. I
waited, expecting more to come but it seemed to be a slow worm
day. I came to the conclusion that i had stirred up too much
water and bottom elsewhere in the pond, and the rest of the worms
were occupied searching in those areas for the source of the
disturbance.


My cock was tenting in my shorts, anticipating the weird worm-boy
sex act that was about to occur. Figuring two worms would do, I
began cupping my hand and forming a tunnel with my fingers as I
had done the day prior. The worms began exploring my clenched
fingers, and proceeded to swim through and around, moving into my
finger tunnel and back in again once they had cleared it. The two
worms seemed to do this in rotation, each going through the
tunnel. Not wanting to delay my fun any further, I gently closed
my hand on the worm in my hand and brought my fist to my belly as
before. The worm began wriggling and pulsing, but I hadn't held
it tight enough, and it managed to squeeze through my hand and
belly. The second worm, slightly smaller than the first then
entered my finger tunnel and i made sure to hold my hand firm
against my belly, closing my encircled fingers tighter to ensure
no escape. The worm wriggled and tickled my belly with its
bulbous head, pulsing and contracting, expanding and probing -
the action of which, seemed to attract a few more worms. There
were 5 in total now - the two larger ones and 3 more that were
smaller than the first two. They milled about around my hand when
the encapsulated worm began the usual contractions; decreasing
its length in half, and doubling its girth until it spasmed in my
hand. Anticipating the deposit of the worm-custard I felt it
spewing into my hand and loosened my grip a little to witness the
release. It squeezed out of the worm like glue from a bottle,
settling in my palm and slightly clouding the water around it.


The worm backed out of my hand as it had done yesterday, its
action creating a milky cloud around my hand and circled fingers.
Before the worm was fully out of my hand, the second of the
larger worms immediately began pressing into my closed fist and
pushed its head into the mating hole I had created there with my
hand. And with that, all other worms disappeared back into the
pond. The second, larger worm continued pushing into my tight
hand, and began to wriggle and convulse as it hit my belly with
no further tunnel to explore. It seemed like a dominance thing -
the smaller worms would not actively engage with my hand if a
larger worm had been in it. Though, that theory didn't hold
weight, because the worms all equally shared my hand yesterday
and swam freely through it after larger worms had swam through.
Then it dawned on me - only after they had expelled their goo
into my hand, did the rule seem to apply - smaller worms would
flee, and only worms larger than the worm that had released its
custard load into my hand would continue to actively seek the
mating hole I had created - and they seemed to do so with
increased vigor.


My thoughts ceased when i felt the worm in my hand now begin to
convulse and expand, growing firm and large in my hand, until it
too began to shoot its thick creamy custard - depositing its
contribution into the glob of goo left by the previous worm. As
expected, it then returned to its normal shape, although
significantly smaller in size having expelled a good amount of
worm custard, and backed away into the darkness of the pond. Here
i was, alone with my stiff dick and a large glob of nature's
finest lube. I didn't squeeze it out of my hand this time, and
made sure to retain as much of the goo as i could. I was tingling
as i pushed my hand down into my shorts and grasped my over-hard
penis. The feeling was pure magic - slick and smooth, but also
with a good amount of stickiness that created a wonderful
friction. I squeezed the worm cum into my foreskin, coating my
purple cock head, then down my shaft to cover my balls. I worked
it from top to bottom slowly, twitching all the while and ready
to shoot. Back and forth i worked it, but the feeling was simply
too much. With twice the intensity as the day before, I arched my
back and thrust my pelvis forward, letting out a moan as i
squeezed a laboured load out of my stiff cock into the pond - it
was my second cum into the pond and had to be double what I had
produced the day before.
I sat, satisfied, in the now-milky water, spent and relaxed.
Naturally, my thoughts turned to food - I opened the ziploc bag
containing my sandwich and snacks, and proceeded to enjoy them
all the while lounging in my personal little relaxation centre,
away from anyone.
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Continued in Chapter 3!


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