Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2017 09:39:24 -0700
From: Bob Letni <agoodtime77@gmail.com>
Subject: Swimming Hole - Ch 5

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
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Chapter 5: Control

I gathered my things from the tree. I was tired - satisfied, spent, and
tired. I could feel a large mass in my bowels, like I needed desperately to
take a shit. I felt so full and wanted to empty out, but at the same time
wanted to retain the huge amount of worm cum in me. Walking back through
the pond I was stirring up the bottom and would see worms rise to check
what was going on, and then disappear soon after - they clearly sensed that
I'd already been fertilized by a superior worm, and didn't attempt to
further breed me. As I waded towards the pond entrance I could feel the
slippery goo seeping from my loosened boy hole, slicking me up between my
ass cheeks and running down my leg. If I was to put my clothes back on, I
needed to purge, or I'd be a mess by the time I got home.


Still submerged in the water, I squatted at the edge of the pond and
proceeded to push the mass within my bowels out. I was so full, and it was
so deep, the sensation of the gelatinous blob of goo moving through me felt
amazing, expanding my insides as it moved. My hole was stretched as the
thick blob squeezed out, and into the pond. The amount of cum was insane!
There had to be two cups worth of thick, gooey worm custard floating as a
mass in the pond, and It wasn't done yet - a thinner, less viscous cum was
still draining from my from deep in my bum. I reached back and felt my
hole, stretched and swollen. It felt good, no pain, just the feeling of
really being put to use and at the limit. I washed myself with pond water
and rinsed all traces from my bum and legs.


The rain had decided to take a break just in time for the trek home. I
donned my clothes and headed home. I'd completely forgotten my excuse for
leaving the house - to get a stick/perch for their bird houses. When I
arrived empty-handed after being gone for two hours my brothers chided me
and my dad asked why I'd been gone so long with nothing to show for it. I
shrugged and said I'd just been walking and never saw a suitable stick for
them to use.


Laying in bed that night, I revisited my pond experience. Thoughts of the
massive worm forcing his way inside my tight boy ass, swelling and
expanding as it stretched my immature hole like never before made my cock
hard as a rock. I found myself salivating, and my hole felt slick with the
anticipation of being penetrated again. I wanted more. I needed more. I had
the oddest urge to lick, taste, and eat the worm cum, to feel it in my
hand, on my skin, and inside me. I regretted not having the foresight to
bring a ziploc bag to the pond to save some for home. I fell asleep
unsatisfied, needing to cum myself, and needing the worm cum within me.


I was awakened by the sound of moaning - my own moaning! I had had the most
intense dream, naturally, centered at the pond. I had been penetrated by
multiple worms, had my ass filled with cum many times, enjoyed worms
encircling my cock, and even had worms filling my mouth with cum to savour
and enjoy. I clearly enjoyed it, evidenced by the gooey stain of cum on my
underwear. What an amazing dream!


The rain had stopped, but it was cloudy, and cool for summer. My brothers
and I tried to entertain ourselves with various things; reading books,
tidying up, watching TV. But I found it difficult to focus. I couldn't stop
thinking about the pond, the worms, getting more cum. About the time when
tummies started growling, I opted to forego eating - giving me time alone
to sneak out while my brothers ate. Passing through the door I told my mom
I was going for a walk and would be back in a couple hours. My brothers
paid no mind, and continue to happily eat. I was free!


This time, I was prepared. I had my swim shorts on underneath and I stashed
a whole wad of ziploc bags into my pocket. I was coming back with a prize
today!  I arrived at the pond, and though the rain had stopped, the water
level was still quite high. I stripped my clothes down to my trunks and
bundled them up in my jacket as I had done before. Wading through the water
I noticed it looked a bit unusual - there was a slight milky haze to it
and, curiously, no worms around. I arrived at my normal spot and placed my
bundle of clothes into the crook of the tree branch.


Setting into the water, I formulated my plan. I had 3 goals this day; one -
to taste some worm cum. Two - I wanted to bag up some of the custardy
goodness for my jerking sessions at home. And three - I wanted to feel my
tight ass penetrated and stretched again. My little anus twitched at the
thought. My plan was to wait for some good sized worms to come around and
then I'd choose one to get a nice taste of worm cum. Then, I'd use its cum
to attract a slightly larger worm and, in turn, use that worms' cum to
attract a larger worm and so on, and so on - that way I could extend my
session by not cutting the party off early with cum from the largest
specimen.


My plan was sound, but there was one major problem - no worms! I waited a
good 30 minutes - and not a single appearance. I was horny, and
disappointed so i decided to up my game. I began splashing and sloshing the
water frantically trying to attract the attention of some worms. Nothing. I
sat, slowly stroking my hard dick, my craving for cum getting more intense
by the minute. And then I felt it - the familiar brushing against my
leg. But there was weight in this brushing, mass when it slid across my
skin. This wasn't a medium sized worm. It wasn't a large worm. It was
clearly huge. The water was not clear to see, so I reached down to feel it
and get a sense of it's size. It pushed through my fingers, the length of
it's body continuing through for some time as it swam. It was at least a
metre long and thick like a baseball bat. This was not the plan, I was not
ready for this. This had to be the worm that assaulted my little ass the
day before - I couldn't believe the size of it! My cock was hard as ever
and my ass twitched in anticipation. No - this wasn't the plan. I wasn't
going to start this session with the grand finale, and be done.


I climbed out of the pond and onto the grass at its edge. The fact that I
had deposited such a large amount of this worms load from my ass into the
pond had clearly upset the balance within it. Only the worm that came in
me, or a worm larger would now be active in the pond, so until i was ready
to be split in two by a squirming baseball bat - this pond was closed for
fun. Fortunately, this pond was one of many, many ponds and swimming holes
on our property. This spot in particular normally had about 5 or 6 smallish
ponds, though with the water level as high as it was now it was more like
3-4 as some had swelled together to form larger ponds.


I decided to walk further into the treed area in order to maintain my
privacy. I didn't walk far when i came across a potential new play spot -
it was a small pond, not very deep. I waded into the water, feeling the
muck in my toes as I got deeper. Happily, I was greeted by several worms
swimming around my legs, brushing against me as they probed around. My
theory about the first pond had been confirmed - there were plenty of worms
around, they'd just been suppressed in that pond because of my special
deposit! I continued towards the centre of the pond to a depth around
mid-thigh. Lots of small worms, but that was about it here. I decided to
keep moving through the woods. Moments later I came across another pond
which I recognized as a pond my brothers and I had played at before -
actually two ponds, which were now one big pond with the swell of rain
water. This pond was unique as there was an island in its' centre - about
10 feet wide with small trees growing on it. I decided that was going to be
my spot.


I dipped into the water, heading toward the island. It was clearly much
deeper than the last, with a much steeper entry into the water. Right away
there were worms milling about - sliding and slithering through my legs and
around my ankles. The water got deep fast and was quickly above my
waist. To my delight there seemed to be a good variety of worms here; small
ones, medium ones, thick large ones all moving about. I had to hold my
jacket bundle of clothes above my head as the water was now at chest
level. Thankfully, that was as deep as it got and the water began to
shallow up as I got closer to the island. Reaching the shore I found a
small tree to hold my jacket and secured it in such a way that it wasn't
readily visible. I didn't want to be interrupted while having fun - though
that seemed unlikely given the weather.


I moved back into the water, my cock hard and tenting in my shorts,
anticipating the fun to be had. I was actually salivating - the craving for
cum was so intense now that I could barely think about anything else. Part
one of my plan... taste some of that creamy worm custard. I got to waist
depth then got on my knees, bringing the water just to chest level. Worms
were milling about, but they were all smaller than I wanted. I grasped one
close to me, and held it clenched in my fist. The worm began its
characteristic wiggling and writhing, which attracted more worms to the
area. Soon there were many worms inspecting my hand, which in turn
attracted more, until there was at least 20 worms circling in and around my
body - all probing and seeking a tight, warm hole to mate with. I released
the smaller worm and scoped out a fine specimen that had appeared in front
of me. It was about 7 inches long, with a medium thickness - perfect! I
grasped the worm, which began immediately wriggling and spasming, intent on
burying itself deep into my hand. I squeezed it tight, and brought it to my
chest so that it wouldn't slip out of my grip. The worm pulsed and throbbed
in my hand, forcing my fingers apart and building pressure in my hand. It
then became rigid and hard as it prepared to release it's slimy load into
my hand. Pulsing and writhing, my own cock was throbbing hard. I wanted to
stroke my dick so bad as the worm attempted to impregnate my hand, but its
wriggling required two hands to hold it there as it became a turgid boner
in itself and then... release... It's load filled my hand with small
squirts spilling from my grip into the water, drawing a fervor from the
other worms who were desperately seeking to compete. The worm relaxed and
disappeared into the pond, leaving only the larger worms behind - about 10
or so. I glimpsed into my hand unconsciously licking my lips as I eyed the
delicious blob of worm custard. I don't know what came over me - I greedily
lapped it up, licking and sucking the entire load of cum from my hand. In
that moment it was the most delicious thing I'd ever tasted - and I wanted
more.


My slick, slimy hand found my penis and I began to stroke it while eyeing
the next candidate - several larger worms were now worked up and probing my
arm, hand, legs, and feet. I wanted to feel them probing my ass and cock so
I worked my shorts down past my knees and slipped them off, tossing them
onto the shore. I was now naked and in my element. Worms prodded every part
of my body, with several of them concentrated around my hand and cock,
which was now coated in worm cum. A number of worms prodded my ass and slid
through my cheeks, gently bumping my hot little hole, but making no attempt
to enter me. They were seeking the source of the worm cum - which was now
my cock and hand. I watched for a few minutes as the worms milled about,
waiting for one to get into a good spot for me to grasp. I created a tunnel
with my fingers and waited for just the right moment. It didn't take long
till I felt a nice specimen swim through my hand. Encircling it with my
fingers, I could tell it was fairly large - too thick for me to close my
hand around. I wanted it's cum. I grasped it with my second hand to contain
its writing and pulsing, then brought it to my chest and held it there. It
spasmed and convulsed, expanding and contracting in my hand - it was large
- about 12" long and very energetic. It splashed and wriggled about,
drawing reactions from all other worms who sought the mating hole it had
found. The worms girth doubled in my hand, and I nearly lost my grip - it
was expanding and contracting its slippery, turgid mass so rapidly that I
struggled to contain it. With it's final contractions and spasms the worm
showed its strength as it fought to get as deep as possible into my
hand-pussy. Its bulbous head pushed past my fingers and writhed about in
the open water. I knew that the release of this large worms custard would
cause the rest of the worms to depart, and my cum lust took over; I
engulfed the head of the worm with my mouth just in time to feel it expand
and pulse shooting it's thick, creamy load directly into my hungry mouth. I
could barely contain all of it, my cheeks were puffed and full of the worms
cum. I struggled to contain the thick custard, all the while holding the
worm tight to my mouth. I swallowed, and swallowed again, and kept
swallowing what seemed like an entire cup of the creamy goo.

The worm, spent and done breeding my mouth, lazily sloshed it's body about
- attempting to pull away from my mouth. I found that by holding it where I
had it, immediately behind it's bulbous head where there was a natural
narrowing of the worm, it couldn't move forward or back. Held like this it
was fairly easy to grasp the worm securely. I pulled the head from my mouth
careful not to drip any cum into the pond water - I didn't want to drive
the other worms away. I enthusiastically licked the remaining drips from
its bulbous purple head savoring the delicious taste in my mouth. Satisfied
that I'd cleaned it all up, I tossed the worm some distance across the
pond, away from the other worms.


I was now the master!
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Continued in Chapter 6!


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