Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2016 17:36:12 -0700
From: Buddy Hunter <backwoodsnatureboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Sex at the Swimming Hole Part 8

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I was envious of Buddy.  His suave approach to getting laid had netted him
a dozen and a half conquests during the course of the summer.  Half of
those had been virgins before Buddy got ahold of them.  I had been one of
those virgins, but I was very much okay with being a notch on Buddy's
bedpost.  I was also pleased to have Buddy as the first notch on mine.  It
had been past time to take advantage of the python, as Buddy had aptly
named my boner.

So far, the only other guy that the python had penetrated was Jared.  Jared
was a great kid, and my fuck buddy for sure.  But the python was anxious
for some new adventures.

Lying in the sun at the swimming hole, I was still wearing my shorts
because I wasn't the only one there.  Further over on the grass was Ryan, a
guy I knew from school.

At sixteen, Ryan was was the ultimate nerd - a technical genius and social
misfit, complete with black-framed glasses.  It was rumored that he had
been one of Chad's coerced conquests after being photographed next to the
swimming hole screwing his younger brother.

The way Ryan kept looking at me indicated more than casual interest.  It
was time to bait the hook.

I stripped off my shorts and went into the creek for a quick swim.  When I
came out, I sensually stretched my athletic five foot seven inch frame for
Ryan's benefit.  The snake between my legs got lots of attention, but what
deserved more attention was my one hundred sixty pound muscular body.  I
had worked hard lifting weights, and I was proud of the results.

Back on my blanket in the warm sun, the python quickly grew to its full
nine inches without any intervention on my part.  A glance towards Ryan
revealed that I had his full attention.

"Come on over and join me," I invited him.  "There's plenty of room on my
blanket."

A second invitation was not required.  Ryan was on his way immediately.

"Pull off those shorts and get a complete tan," I suggested with a smile.

There was a brief hesitation, and when he was naked it was clear that nude
sunbathing wasn't a regular habit.

"This is such a great place," I observed.  "I've had a lot of fun since I
started coming here a few weeks ago."

"I like it too," Ryan replied.  "But I haven't been here for a while.  Are
you gonna be on the wrestling team again this year?"

"You know it," I assured him with a grin.  "Wrestling's a lot of fun.  You
should turn out for the team.  I see you at all the events, so I know
you're interested."

"Thanks, but I'm not good at sports," he responded.  "I would rather just
be a fan.  I especially like watching you.  You've got some great moves."

"Thanks for the compliment," I replied with a grin.  "We appreciate our
fans too."

When I had seen Ryan at the wrestling events, he was often stroking his
boner through his jeans.  That suggested that he was a groupie rather than
a fan, the difference being that groupies became sexually aroused by hot
wrestlers.

Groupies also tried to develop a close personal relationship with their
wrestler of choice.  Ryan's comments about watching me and liking my moves
suggested that I was his wrestler of choice.  It looked like relationship
development was under way.

"You may not be good at sports, but you're very good at other things," I
said, continuing the conversation.  "Rumor has it that you're particularly
good at wiping contents off computers and closing online accounts for
others."

"No comment," Ryan said.  "But rumor has it that you also had a hand in
curbing a particularly obnoxious jerk."

"I can't verify that either," I replied.  "You never know about rumors."

I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun.  Soon, I felt Ryan's
fingers stroking the python, apparently the next step in developing a close
personal relationship.  The big snake was happy with the attention, and it
leaked a few drops of boy juice in appreciation.

There had been locker room discussions about groupies.  Several of the guys
had bragged about getting laid.  Groupies wanted to be controlled, pinned
and fucked while they resisted and tried to escape, so the experienced guys
said.   I decided to test that principle on Ryan.  Nothing ventured,
nothing gained.

Thanks to the wrestling and weightlifting, I was fast and strong.  Before
Ryan knew what had happened to him, he was pinned to the ground and I was
grinning down at him.  The grin he returned and the excitement in his eyes
told me I was on the right track.

I smiled with smug satisfaction as Ryan struggled helplessly.  Every move
he made, I countered immediately.  I had him right where I wanted him.

As Ryan twisted under me, the python slid into place between his
wide-spread legs.  He squirmed again, and the python popped its head
inside.  Ryan gasped, and a look of surprise replaced his grin as his
fantasy of being fucked by a wrestler became a painful reality.

"Oh my God!" he exclaimed.  "That thing is huge!"

"You bet it is," I replied.  "It's not a computer simulation."

"I don't know if I can take it all," he said, sounding disappointed.

"I bet you can because you want it," I responded with a grin.  "We're gonna
find out, aren't we?"

The python slowly and relentlessly crawled inside.  I grinned into Ryan's
pain-glazed eyes as he tried unsuccessfully to escape.  There was no doubt
about the outcome.  The python was going all the way in, and there was
nothing Ryan could do to prevent it.

Once fully inside,  the python began to slowly slither in and out .  Each
time Ryan struggled, it quickly crawled all the way back inside.

As the pain passed, Ryan's grin slowly returned.  He was living the
groupie's fantasy, and the python and I were happy to be making it a
reality for him.

Ryan and I grappled for nearly a half hour, sweating from exertion in the
warm late-summer sun.  With each passing minute, the pleasure provided by
the python steadily increased.  Finally the the critical point was reached.


"I'm gonna cum!" I warned him.

As Ryan continued to struggle underneath me, the python escaped my control
and took over.  Fighting for traction on the blanket, I repeatedly pushed
in as far as possible as the python released a flood of cum with each
thrust.

Pulling the snake out, I sat back and smiled down at Ryan.  At some point
during our encounter, he had shot a couple of loads onto his stomach.  On a
whim, I reached down, spread his cum like finger paint, and signed the
resulting work of art.

"I think you enjoyed that little wrestling match," I observed.

"Fuck, yeah!" he said with a grin.  "I've wanted to do this with you for
two years, but you seemed unapproachable."

"Well, that's changed," I replied, grinning back.  "I'm ready to wrestle
any time you are.  I enjoyed the hell out of it too."

"I've got some friends who would like to do this with you," Ryan informed
me.

"Send them my way," I replied.  "I'll be happy to take them on."

"My brother Kevin would like it too," he added.

A light bulb went on in my head.

"My buddy Jared is gonna be on the team this year," I told him.  "He's got
a good-sized boner and he likes to fuck.  He and Kevin are the same age.  I
bet Jared would like to have a little wrestling match with Kevin."

"I'll suggest it to Kevin," he replied.  "I think he'll like the idea."

Not bad for one day, I thought, smiling to myself.  A great fuck and
contacts for more.  Buddy's strategy of scoring by seduction at the
swimming hole was fine for him.  As a hot wrestling hunk, I would develop
my own clientele by groupie referral.  The python was going to get lots of
exercise.

Lining up an opportunity for Jared had been an inspiration.  Jared was a
great fuck buddy, but the little guy needed some new adventures too.

(Watching from his hiding place in the bushes, Jared smiled.  Eric had
called him his buddy.  He knew that meant fuck buddy, but Eric couldn't
exactly say that to everyone.  He had watched how Eric had fucked Ryan, and
he was looking forward to doing the same thing to Kevin.  Being on the
wrestling team was suddenly developing fringe benefits, and Eric was
becoming his mentor as well as his fuck buddy.  It didn't get any better
than that.)