Date: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 22:43:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Small Oak River

                         SMALL OAK RIVER
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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     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
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