The Swimming Hole

The Swimming Hole - Part 1

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*** Although this is intended as a stand-alone story, it is in fact a sequel to "The Adult Arcade" and "Woodland Seduction", also posted on Nifty. You may wish to read those stories first. ***

Thursday, August 26, 1965, Morning

Culturally, the swimming hole in the river had been a hangout for adolescents for more than a hundred years, since the early settlers arrived. Historically, it had served a similar purpose for the American Indians before them. Geologically, it had been there, virtually unchanged, for millennia.

The eight-hundred-foot-long pool narrowed at the center due to a basaltic dike that extended a short way into the river. Just downstream from the dike, an ancient maple stood on the shoreline, its roots holding it firmly to the basalt. In addition to being home to birds, squirrels, and numerous other life forms, the tree was also home to a rope swing that hung over the water from a sturdy branch. The rope swing, too, had a long history, though it had been replaced frequently as it weathered, and moved from time to time as the vegetation along the shore changed.

In the predawn chill of this particular late-August morning, the air was perfectly still. The clouds, which had dropped a light summer rain during the night, were moving away, leaving a distinct pungent odor of wet vegetation, and giving the first hint that fall was approaching.

The first visitor to arrive on the sandy beach along the lower part of the pool was a lone coyote. After getting a drink of water, it investigated the trash left from the day before, cleaning up some discarded fried chicken but finding nothing else of interest. Pausing, it looked up at a raven flying overhead before trotting back into the forest.

The sound of fast-moving footsteps along the adjacent gravel road broke the silence as a cross-country runner approached. Scrambling down the diagonal path through the rocky embankment to the beach, fourteen-year-old Benji kicked off his running shoes and pulled off his shirt and shorts. Swinging out on the rope, he dropped into twenty feet of cold water. Rising quickly he returned to the beach, noting the footprints of the coyote. Shaking the water from his hair, he put on his clothes and continued with his two-mile run.

An hour later, the second human arrived in a green Forest Service pickup. Parking next to the swimming hole, the summer-hire Recreation Assistant walked down to the beach and gathered the garbage into a plastic bag. This was a task she performed twice each week at undeveloped recreation sites along the river.

For the next hour, the silence was unbroken except for the occasional pickup or logging truck as it moved along the road, kicking up a cloud of dust, en route to participate in the primary economy of the county. The swimming hole itself sat undisturbed except for the water flowing through it and the occasional trout that broke the surface reaching for an unsuspecting insect.

The aging Chevy sedan that pulled up shortly after nine o'clock held three occupants. Thirteen-year-old friends, Peter and Darren, jumped out, equipped with two beach towels and a canteen full of water. Darren's mom shouted from the driver's seat.

"I'll be back for you in a couple of hours."

"Thanks, Mom."

The boys dashed down the steep path and dropped their gear on the beach. Running to the rope swing, they quickly removed their shoes and pulled off their cutoffs. Grabbing the knot near the bottom of the rope, Peter swung out over the water and dropped into the pool. He rose to the surface screaming.

"Fuck, it's cold! Does it ever warm up?"

"Not that I can tell."

Peter stood on the beach shivering and unconsciously flexing his muscles as he waited for Darren to take his turn. A little taller than his companion, Peter's trim, athletic build and dark, all-over tan were attention-getters in themselves. When combined with his shock of pale blond hair and his forest-green eyes, he turned heads wherever he went.

Darren repeated Peter's performance, complete with the scream. The boys used the rope a few more times before returning to the sandy beach, where they hurriedly dried themselves and spread their towels to lie in the sun. Darren grabbed the canteen and took a drink.

"We came too early. The air will be warmer later in the day."

Peter took his turn with the drinking water.

"We'd have had to walk, and it's not crowded this way."

"On a Thursday, there's never much of a crowd. And lots of the guys will be at the county fair." He changed the subject. "I hear your brother Benji had fun at wrestling camp."

Peter snickered. "If you mean the final night, yeah he had a hell of a lot of fun. And remember to call him Scrappy. That's the nickname the other guys gave him."

Darren smiled. "It's a cool nickname for a wrestler. So what happened on the final night?"

"He got screwed by a guy they call Tripod, who has a ten-inch dick."

Darren snorted. "Nobody has a ten-inch dick."

"Hunter saw it in the shower when he was at the state wrestling tournament. He says it hangs halfway down to the guy's knees, but I think he's exaggerating. From what Benji told me, it was the fuck of a lifetime. He says the guy plugged him doggie style, and it was the hardest pounding he's ever taken."

"That'd be pretty hard. Hunter screws him, and Hunter doesn't go easy on a guy."

Peter smirked. "Is that from your own experience?"

Darren grinned. "Maybe."

By this time, both boys were stroking hard poles. Peter looked at Darren.

"Let me try doggie style on you."

"Here?"

"Yeah."

Extending the conversation to action was natural for these two. If two boys ever deserved to be called fuck buddies, they would be Peter and Darren. Next door neighbors, they were nearly constant companions, and would screw each other at the drop of a hat.

Darren was apprehensive. "We're already on shaky ground by skinny-dipping. What if someone sees us screwing?"

"They can't see us from the road without stopping, and we'd notice if that happened."

"But some kids come on bicycles."

"Yeah, and they aren't quiet about it. What's the matter? We screw at the nude beach all the time and don't care who watches us."

"Yeah, but that's sort of expected. If we got caught here..."

Peter made the appropriate wing-gestures and squawking sounds. "Chicken!"

Peer pressure won out. Darren got up on his hands and knees.

"Okay, asshole. Do it to me."

Peter spit in his hand and moved in behind him.

"Benji says it's better if you spread your knees apart a little so your ass drops lower."

"Okay."

Peter positioned his spit-slick pole and worked his way in, with complaints from Darren.

"I wish we had lube."

"Don't bitch. You wanna do it as much as I do... Okay, I'm all the way in."

"I'm glad yours is only two inches."

Peter slapped him on the ass, pulled back a little, and pushed in hard.

"It's five inches, and it's bigger than yours, smart ass."

"Shut up and fuck me."

Peter began to move inside his buddy.

"I like it, what do you think?"

"It feels good." Darren pushed back a little as Peter pushed in. "And I can adjust my position better."

Darren pushed back again, and got a grunt of pleasure from Peter.

"It's cool having you help out."

"I like it too. Fuck me harder."

"Okay."

Within a couple of minutes, Darren was moaning with excitement and clutching at the towel.

"Oh Jesus, this is good!"

Peter became increasingly aroused. Leaning forward, he grasped Darren's shoulders and drove in hard.

"Oh my God, this is awesome!"

"Unnngggh!"

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, I just blew a load."

"I'll go ahead and shoot then."

With a few quick thrusts, Peter pushed himself over the edge. As he thrust in the last time, Darren pushed back against him, driving his pole in even further. Gasping with excitement, Peter blasted his jizz into his buddy.

Peter pulled out and the boys dropped onto their backs on their towels. Peter rolled over on his side and brushed sand off his fuck buddy's chest.

"That was great. I'd let you do it to me, but you just came."

"Give me about ten minutes and I'll give it a try."

Twenty feet away, a voice came from the river.

"Hey guys. Having fun?"

Three young frat boys were beaching a rubber raft. Peter leaned up.

"Oh fuck! We forgot about rafters."

Darren scowled. "I told you we shouldn't do it here." He looked around. "Where's our shorts?"

"By the rope swing, where we left them."

"Oh yeah. Shit!"

The river-rafting jocks took off their life vests and dropped them on the sand. The speaker continued.

"Looks like a great place to take a break. What do you think, Danny?"

Danny, a blond Nordic hunk, locked his hands over his head and stretched his well-developed muscles.

"Works for me, Marco. How about you, Kato?"

Dark, athletic, and of indeterminate nationality, Kato checked out his surroundings, paying particular attention to Peter and Darren.

"It's a great spot. We may want to stay for a while." He spoke directly to Peter. "Do rafters ever camp here?"

Peter's attention was riveted on Kato, but on his body, not his words. Darren poked him on the shoulder.

"He asked you a question. Do rafters ever camp here?"

Peter pulled himself out of his trance.

"Sometimes, but more often it's just a lunch spot."

Marco, a brawny, dark-haired Hispanic, had another question.

"Can we use your rope swing?"

Peter shrugged his shoulders. "Sure. It's there for everybody. Go for it."

Danny grinned playfully. "I guess skinny dipping is okay here?"

"Yeah, if you want to. We do it when nobody else is around."

"Works for me."

The rafters tossed their life vests and shorts into the raft and wandered over to the swing. Kato's back muscles rippled as he pulled on the rope. He grinned at Danny.

"Seems solid enough to me. You go first. You're the biggest, and we can afford to lose you if it breaks - Marco has the car keys."

This was clearly a group of good friends who enjoyed playful banter. Danny gave him the finger.

"Works for me."

Danny let out a Tarzan yell as he swung on the rope and dropped into the water. Marco was next, and then Kato followed. He rose to the surface with a happy smile on his face.

"Cool! I haven't played on a rope swing since I was a kid. Let's do it again."

Always agreeable, Danny responded.

"Works for me."

Watching from their towels, the younger boys made observations.

Darren was optimistic.

"Maybe they didn't see us."

Peter was philosophical.

"Maybe we don't care if they did."

"Danny's a hunk. So is Marco."

"So is Kato, and he's hung like a horse."

"I wonder if it's as big as Tripod's."

"It's not ten inches."

"Nobody has a ten-inch dick."

"You're getting a boner, Darren."

"So are you, Peter. Kato turns you on."

"Maybe."

"Is he Japanese? Hawaiian?"

"Whatever he is, he's a fucking stud."

"You've got the hots for him."

"So what if I do."

As the younger boys observed and commented, the rafters entertained themselves in the swimming hole, laughing and splashing each other and having a great time. After a while, Kato came back to the raft and grabbed a towel. He gave the boys a friendly smile.

"Why don't you guys come over and join us?"

Darren replied quickly. "We gotta go home pretty soon."

Peter contradicted him. "No we don't. Your mom said a couple of hours."

Darren glared at him. "Shut up."

If Kato was amused by the interaction, he didn't show it.

"Come join us. Be sociable."

"Okay."

That came from Peter. Darren was sulking.

Kato headed back towards the rope swing. Darren poked Peter on the shoulder.

"You dumb ass. If they saw us screwing, we could be in big trouble."

Peter stood up.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I'm gonna go join them. Wanna come with me?"

"No!"

"Okay. Have it your way. I'll go without you."

Peter jogged over to the swing. Kato was just dropping into the water. Peter grabbed the rope and followed him. He came up looking at a big grin on Kato's face.

"Thanks for joining us. Where's your buddy?"

"He's just being weird."

"Well, you're here anyway. I'm Kato. What's your name?"

"Peter. My friend is Darren."

Kato grinned mischievously.

"I had fun watching you screw Darren."

Peter boldly grinned back. "How much did you see?"

"All of it, from when you spit in your hand until you pulled it out."

"What did you think?"

"It was hot! It doesn't seem to bother you that we watched."

"Darren would shit a brick, but I like being watched."

"Does your buddy screw you too?"

Peter grinned. "Maybe."

Up close, Peter observed something he'd missed earlier - a black, braided-leather cord around Kato's neck from which hung a rectangular silver name tag. Small engraved letters down one side said, "Property Of", and beside it in larger capital letters, "KATO". Peter's eyes lit up.

"Cool necklace, Kato!"

Kato grinned happily. "Thanks. I made it in metal shop class a couple of years ago."

Danny, waiting to use the swing, shouted.

"Quit talking and get out of the way!"

Kato gave him a friendly finger, and followed Peter to the shore. When Danny came out of the water, he and Marco introduced themselves. Surrounded by the three athletic rafters six to eight inches taller, Peter suddenly felt very small, but not at all intimidated.

They each took a couple more turns at the swing before gathering again on the beach. Kato stood behind Peter with his dark hands resting on the boy's shoulders. Peter crossed his arms and leaned back against the older boy's warm, wet body as Marco addressed his companions.

"What do you two want to do? It's too early in the day to take a long break."

Danny gave his opinion. "I'd like to keep going down the river."

Kato's strong hands tightened their grip on Peter's shoulders as he looked down at the boy.

"If I stay, will you hang out with me by the rapids?"

Peter looked up at the hot, dark hunk with a happy smile.

"Sure!"

"How long can you stay?"

"As long as I want to. I don't have to go home with Darren. But I don't have any lunch or water."

"I can take care of that. Marco, if it's okay with you, I'll get what I need and you guys can go on. I want to stay and explore the upper part of the swimming hole with Peter."

Marco observed the eager expression on Peter's face and smiled knowingly.

"That's not a problem. We're flexible. Danny and I can finish the float trip and stop here on our way back. We can decide then whether to stay overnight here or at the campground upriver, like we'd planned. Is that okay with you, Danny?"

Danny had been watching Peter, and now gave him a wink and a thumbs up.

"Works for me." He gave Kato a friendly punch on the shoulder. "Be sure to get EVERYTHING you need."

Kato smiled slyly. "Don't worry, I will."

Nothing had been said about including Darren, and as much as he and Darren were buddies, Peter didn't want to. He thought for a few moments.

"I gotta tell Darren what I'm doing."

Kato was diplomatic. "Will he want to join us?"

"No, he'll wanna wait for his mom."

And Peter knew how to make that happen. He didn't know the expression, but he was going to feed Darren's paranoia. He strolled up the beach to where Darren still sat on his towel, and picked up his own towel.

"They all saw us."

"How much?"

"All of it."

"Shit! I knew it."

"I'm gonna show Kato the eddy by the rapids."

"Do you trust him? He's probably five years older than you. He could take advantage of you any way he wants to."

"I'll take that risk. Do you wanna come?"

"Nope. I'll wait here for Mom."

"Tell her I'm coming home later. That's true enough to keep you out of trouble. My mom thinks I'm spending the rest of the day at the fair and then staying overnight with you. She can keep on thinking that. And don't say anything to Benji. He's more protective than Mom."

Darren wasn't stupid. He looked at Peter suspiciously.

"You've got something going with Kato, don't you?"

"I don't know yet."

"Didn't your parents ever tell you not to talk to strangers, much less let them fuck you?"

"They never said anything about strangers, but they did tell me to look for good role models. Now, my parents like Eric, so I'll pick him for my role model. He lets strangers fuck him all the time."

"You've been watching Perry Mason."

Peter smirked. "You think, maybe?"

Kato pulled his lunch, shorts, and a towel out of the raft. He stood with an arm around Peter's shoulder and waved to his companions as they drifted out of the pool and into the next rapids. As the raft disappeared from sight, he gave the boy's shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

"It's just you and me now, Peter."

He removed his metal-shop necklace and fastened it around the boy's neck.

"You're mine for the day."

Peter put his hand on the name tag.

"Property of Kato. Does that mean me?"

"Yup, you're my boy."

Peter grinned nervously. "Is that good or bad?"

The grin Kato returned was ambiguous. He squeezed the boy's shoulder more tightly and possessively this time.

"You'll have to decide that for yourself. Now, let's go have some fun."

Peter wondered what kind of fun Kato had in mind, and whether Darren might be right after all.

As they climbed over the basalt barrier, about twenty feet high at the crossing point, Peter told Kato more about the rest of the swimming hole.

"Up above here is a good place to swim and hang out. Not too many guys go up there because they're more interested in the rope swing, and you gotta climb over this wall. If you're a good swimmer, it's a cool place because the current will take you downstream, and there's an eddy that pulls you back into the shore. If you screw up, you'll just end up in the lower part of the pool, so it's not that dangerous."

Peter couldn't stop looking at Kato. He was a mystery, and hotter than hell. He finally asked.

"Kato, what nationality are you?"

Kato smiled. "I'm a mixture of races. I have Japanese, Hawaiian, African, and American Indian ancestors." He grinned. "Everything but white."

"That's pretty awesome. I'm adopted, and I don't have any idea where my birth parents came from."

Kato looked him over. "The blond hair suggests Northern Europe, and the green eyes make me think of Ireland. But wherever your birth parents came from, they produced an amazing kid."

Peter grinned happily. "Thanks, Kato." He had another question. "Where did your name come from?"

"It's a name that's common to many cultures. My parents gave it to me because it can be found in all four of the races that make up my background."

"That's way cool!"

Kato laughed. "Except for census takers. They never know what category to put me in."

Once on the sand, they continued up the beach to the rapids. Dropping their towels and other gear, they waded in and swam out to where the current would take them downstream a ways, and the eddy would pull them back in. Kato laughed with delight.

"This is awesome! If the water was higher, it might be dangerous, but right now it's perfect."

Peter smiled. "So far as I know, no one has drowned here yet."

For a half hour or more, they swam effortlessly in circles, occasionally stopping in the shallower water to play-wrestle or to let the sun warm them. Eventually, the cold water got to them and they splashed onto the shore. They used their towels to dry off, and then spread them to lie on the sandy beach.

Lying next to Kato, Peter turned onto his side and leaned up on one elbow with his head resting in his hand.

"This is fun. I'm glad you invited me to join you."

Kato smiled and put his hands behind his head.

"I'm glad you decided to be sociable."

Reaching out with his free hand, Peter casually drew circles on Kato's hard abs, and then traced his treasure trail upward from its source.

"I'm sort of glad Darren didn't come. I like being alone with you."

Kato leaned up and ran his hand over Peter's torso, taking note of the boy's hard abs and lightly-muscled chest.

"I like being alone with you too. How old are you?"

"Thirteen."

Kato smiled slyly. "You've got a well-developed body for a kid. I'm glad it's my property now."

"I may be your property, but I'm not a kid."

"Prove it."

This time, the wrestling wasn't horseplay. It held an intensity and a sexual tension that wasn't there before. When it was over, Kato was on top with the proof wedged between them.

"Okay, you're not a kid. Kids don't get boners like that."

Kato pushed himself up onto his knees. His own rigid pole was only a couple of feet from the younger boy's observant eyes. Peter leaned up on his elbows and looked at it for a few moments.

"Do they ever call you Tripod? Or maybe King Dong?"

Kato smiled. "No, I'm not quite porn-star material."

"I think you are. It's the biggest boner I've ever seen... Well, maybe second biggest."

"Have you seen very many?"

Peter smirked. "Enough to know which ones I want inside me."

Kato chuckled. "So, how many boners have been inside you?"

Peter's green eyes twinkled. "How many guys has yours been inside?"

Kato laughed out loud.

"Smart-ass. So, do you want mine inside you?"

"Yeah, I do, but does it make any difference?"

"Nope. I own your body."

Kato reached for his shorts and pulled out his lube. He tossed it to Peter to use first, and then spread it liberally on his oversize shaft. He moved in closer.

"Put your legs over mine... Yeah, like that. I'm going to stay kneeling like this. Anybody do this to you before?"

"Nope. Pretty much all we do is face to face."

"That's missionary style. So doggie style was new to you too?"

Peter grinned. "Yeah, a guy did it to my brother, and he told me how to do it."

While they talked, Kato had moved forward into position. He gently gripped Peter's thighs, and with a quick thrust of his hips, he was inside. Peter's grin disappeared. His eyes grew wide as he curled forward and gripped the older boy's wrists.

"Oh fuck!"

His grip tightened and he grimaced with pain as Kato pressed his pole further in.

"Oh shit... Oh fuck... Oh, my God!"

Peter twisted his body and arched his back as he tried to adapt to the monster moving inside him, sliding slowly in and out even as it probed deeper and deeper. He put his hands over his face.

"Oh fuck! This is making me crazy! I feel like I'm gonna cum."

"It's rubbing on your prostate."

"It's so big! I've never had anything that big in there before. Is it all gonna fit inside me?"

Kato smiled wickedly. "Oh, yeah. Trust me, boy. It's all going in."

Now grasping at the towel, Peter writhed beneath Kato as the powerful athlete slowly and methodically thrust forward, working his steel-hard shaft further inside. Then the moans became louder.

"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna blow!"

As the boy began to cum, Kato pushed the rest of the way in. Peter howled with excitement as his sperm splattered onto his chest and abs. When his orgasm had passed, he lay quietly, breathing hard, trying to recover. Rivulets of perspiration mixed with cum ran down his chest and dripped off his abs. His hair was soaked with sweat.

Kato promptly resumed his steady thrusts, and Peter's arousal rebounded quickly. For many long minutes, Kato methodically screwed the boy, rewarded by unrestrained moans of pleasure and pain, and howls of uncontrollable excitement. Then the moans grew louder again.

"I'm gonna cum again... Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh, fuuuuuck!"

The second time was more explosive than the first. Jizz flew over Peter's head onto the sand. This time, Kato didn't even pause. Perspiration glistened on his dark back as he leaned forward on his hands and thrust in harder and faster. Peter looked up at him.

"Are you gonna cum now?"

"Yeah."

Peter was into this now - the pain, the pleasure, but mostly the visceral excitement over what Kato was doing inside him.

"Awesome! Fuck me harder... Faster... Cum in me... Yeah, Kato... Do it!"

Kato drove in hard several times, shooting sperm deep inside the boy with each powerful thrust. When he was finished, he paused briefly to catch his breath, and then looked down with a satisfied smile.

"You are so hot, boy. I haven't had this much fun in a long time."

It had been fun for the boy too, but a different kind of fun - pain and pleasure combined into an intense excitement he'd never experienced - something he barely had the words to describe.

"It was the wildest thing that's ever happened to me."

Kato pulled out and sat back on his heels. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm starving."

"Let's get out the sandwiches and chips I brought. There's plenty for both of us."

Having finished their lunch, Peter and Kato were laying in the sun relaxing when the sound of young male voices got their attention. Peter leaned up to look. Climbing down the basalt barrier were two jockstrap-clad fifteen-year-olds he recognized. When they got to the bottom and turned around, he waved to them.

"The blond guy is my brother's best friend, Eric. The black dude is Eric's boyfriend, Kofi. They're both fifteen. Kofi is a first generation immigrant from Ghana."

"They make a really cute couple."

Peter smiled. "I think so too."

Peter motioned for his friends to come over, and he introduced them to Kato. Eric's look of envy made Peter smile inwardly. Eric might have a boyfriend his own age, but it hadn't diminished his interest in older boys - or infringed on his activities with them.

At a distance that respected the privacy of their friend but still allowed them to actively check Kato out, Eric and Kofi spread out their towels and occupied them. For a few minutes, Peter and Kato dozed in the sun. Then the silence was broken by an audible sigh of happiness. Peter leaned up to see what was happening, and then poked Kato on the arm.

"Take a look."

Kofi lay between Eric's raised knees, his hips moving forward and back with a steady rhythm. Eric's hands clutched at Kofi's back as his moans of happiness grew in intensity. Kato spoke quietly.

"You guys are pretty open about sex around here."

Peter chuckled. "Eric is more open than most of us, and he doesn't miss an opportunity."

Peter and Kato watched until the other boys finished. Kato turned to Peter.

"Let's do it again. We both like being watched."

"Will you fuck me hard and make me cum again?"

"Sure. Only the best for my boy."

Kato smiled with satisfaction as he reached for his lube. The kid was hooked, and another P-spot orgasm would reel him in. Having Eric and Kofi watch would be helpful too.

Kato's initiation was going well.

*** To be continued... ***

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