The Swimming Hole

The Swimming Hole - Part 2

Thursday, August 26, 1965, Afternoon

Darren was long gone when two blond fourteen-year-old boys rode up on bicycles. Casually dropping their bikes in the gravel parking area, the shirtless, barefoot twins wasted no time getting down to the beach.

Reaching for the rope, Matt latched onto it with the familiarity of a regular user, letting it swing him in and out a couple of times before dropping into the water. Ryan repeated his performance.

Wading out onto the beach, they let the sun warm them as water drained from their time-faded Levi's. Ryan looked around.

"Nobody else is here yet. Nice."

"We shoulda brought towels."

"Let's swim to the other side and hang out on the rock ledge. It's a good place to check out the action."

"Sounds good to me."

Now in the early afternoon, a few teenagers began to gather on the sandy beach across from the twins, most waving a friendly greeting. A mixed-age group of boys from fourteen to seventeen sat together. A centrally-located ice chest provided liquid refreshments, some in brown bottles with labels like "Olympia" and "Rainier".

A girl a year older than the twins came down the path. Once on the sandy beach, she dropped her towel and removed the long shirt she wore. Underneath was the subject of a recent popular song, an itsy-bitsy teenie-weenie yellow polka dot bikini. The swimwear drew wolf whistles from the group of boys, and a comment from Ryan.

"I'm not surprised to see Marlene wearing that. She has a reputation for being the high school punch board. What surprises me is that she's alone. Helen's usually with her, and girls always travel in pairs. I think it's for protection."

"Maybe she doesn't want protection."

Marlene headed for the water, quickly wading in until it was above her waist. She turned to the shore and commented to no one in particular.

"It's cold!"

A fourteen-year-old named Tom drained his beer before shouting back.

"What did you expect?"

Marlene moved further into the pool, apparently not as affected by the water temperature as she'd implied.

"Come warm me up."

A grinning Tom waded in, apparently up to the challenge. Standing chest deep he reached around and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a smile and a kiss.

"My hero."

More wolf whistles and shouts of encouragement came from the half-dozen male spectators. Surrendering to the cold water, Tom and Marlene splashed up onto the beach. They gathered up their belongings and wandered downstream to a more secluded spot.

The twins watched the rope-jumpers for a while. For the most part, the older boys wore cutoffs or Levi's, the younger ones gym shorts. Some of the more daring kids were skinny-dipping.

Movement upstream caught Ryan's eye.

"Did you notice what's happening on the upper beach?"

Matt looked closely. "They're fucking. Who are they?"

Ryan stood up and shaded his eyes. "The guy on the bottom is Eric. I don't recognize the top.

Now sexually aroused, Matt scanned the far shore. Ryan noticed.

"See something you like?"

Matt stood up. "Yeah, and I know how to get what I want from what I see. I'm going back to the other side."

"I wanna stay here and watch for a while. It's kind of interesting."

"You got the lube?"

Ryan tossed the K-Y to his brother.

"See you later."

Though identical twins, Matt was guided by his gonads while Ryan was more cerebral - somewhat of an intellectual genius. Resting on his elbows, he surveyed the beach on the far side of the river. Watching the activities and interactions was like watching a soap opera. He thought he'd call it "A Day in The Life of a Swimming Hole", or he could call it "A Microcosm of Western Rural Adolescent Culture", and make it sound like a psychological study.

Matt had joined the group at the rope swing. Waiting his turn, he talked with Tom's kid brother, Ricky. With an arm around young Ricky's shoulders, he laughed at something the boy said. Basking in the attention, Ricky unconsciously fondled himself.

Ryan smiled at the seduction in process. Ricky met Matt's three criteria. Swimming naked suggested a spirit of adventure and an appetite for risk, popping a woodie around male adolescents revealed interest, and pubic hair indicated adequate maturity. Matt was sure to score.

Ryan watched Marlene for a while. Now she was talking with Ricky's best friend, Kyle, who seemed to be working up the courage to do more than talk. Ryan laughed out loud. Get them young and raise them up to suit yourself. It seemed to be the theme of the day.

He looked back towards the rope swing and found that his brother was missing, as was Ricky. Definitely not a coincidence. Ryan dove in and swam across to check it out.

"Anybody see where my brother went?"

One of the younger boys replied.

"I saw him going over the wall with my friend."

That was all the information Ryan needed. He climbed the basalt barrier and found a spot to look over the top, unseen from either side. Below him on the beach, Matt stood next to Ricky with a hand on the younger boy's shoulder. Kato was screwing Eric while Peter and Kofi watched. Peter glanced towards Matt and waved to him. Matt looked at Ricky.

"See what Eric and that other boy are doing?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna do it too?"

"Yeah, I do. Who's the guy sitting by Peter?"

"That's Eric's boyfriend, Kofi."

"If Kofi is Eric's boyfriend, why is that other guy fucking him?"

"That's hard to explain."

"Okay, but I want Kofi to do it to me."

Watching from above, Ryan suppressed his laughter. There was a long silence before Matt spoke.

"You want what?"

"That hot black dude with Peter, Kofi. I want him to fuck me."

Not waiting for a response, Ricky walked over and sat down on the sand beside Kofi. The older boy smiled at him.

"Hey, bro, what's up?"

Ricky held out his hand. "I'm Ricky. That's my friend Matt over there by the wall."

Kofi shook Ricky's hand, and waved a greeting to Matt.

"I'm Kofi. What can I do for you, Ricky?"

"Matt thinks I oughta lose my virginity."

"Do you think he's right?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Do you have any experience with sex?"

"I fucked my brother once, but he only let me do it to make fun of me."

This was interesting news to Matt and the eavesdropping Ryan.

"But you've never been fucked?"

"Nope. And I want you to do it."

"You're sure of that? Maybe your friend Matt oughta do it for you."

"Nope. You're hotter than he is. And older and more experienced. And your cock's bigger."

Ryan, listening from above, almost choked. Below him, Matt leaned against the basalt barrier, looking like he was going to pass out. Kofi probed further.

"And maybe because I'm black?"

Ricky blushed a little. "Yeah, but that's just part of it."

Kofi squeezed the boy's shoulder and gave him a friendly smile.

"No worries, bro. Sure, I'll do that for you. Do you want me to use a condom?"

"Nope. Tom made me use one and I didn't like it, so I know you wouldn't either."

This was the same Tom who bragged about never using one. Ryan was going to make use of that information. He wasn't sure how yet, but he would.

Kofi reached for his lube and stood up to prepare his pole.

"Ricky, lie down on my towel on your back." He tossed the lube to the younger boy. "Do you know what to do with that?"

"Yeah, Tom showed me when I fucked him... Okay, I'm ready."

"You better put on a little more and work it inside."

"Okay."

"You know what's gonna happen if I don't use a condom, don't you?"

"Yeah, you're gonna shoot inside me, but I'm cool with that."

Kofi leaned over Ricky and moved into position.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

The look of amazement on Ricky's face as Kofi penetrated him was priceless. He gasped with surprise, and then smiled.

"Oh yeah! I knew you were the right dude to do this."

As Kofi pushed all the way in and began his thrusting movement, Ricky put his hands on the older boy's shoulders and looked into his eyes.

"It hurts a little, but it's awesome. You're so hot, Kofi."

Kofi grinned at him. "I'm glad you like it."

"Are you gonna cum now?"

"After a while."

"I came pretty fast. Tom laughed at me and said that I have some kind of problem that makes me cum too soon, but I didn't understand what he called it."

"Don't worry about the name because it's not true. Your brother was just being a jerk. That happened to me too, my first time on top. You'll last longer next time."

Ricky smiled happily. "Okay. Thanks for explaining that."

While Ricky's fingers explored the older boy's back muscles, Kofi slowly and methodically screwed him, rotating his hips with a steady rhythm, thrusting his pole into the younger boy and then slowly withdrawing it. Ricky closed his eyes and spoke softly.

"Oh, yeah. It feels so good."

Soon mesmerized by the steady rhythm and the pleasure Kofi was giving him, Ricky stared vacantly at the sky, his hands gently stroking Kofi's dark, muscular back.

From Kofi's heavy breathing, Eric knew he was getting close. He watched with interest as Kofi quietly held his steady rhythm, keeping the younger boy in his trance.

As Kofi's pace increased, Ricky became aware of his surroundings again, and watched the older boy's face closely as he pushed in hard and blew his load. When Kofi was finished, he pulled out and pushed himself up onto his knees.

"Did you like that?"

Ricky put his hands behind his head and smiled up at his new hero.

"Yeah, it was all fun. I liked watching your face when you came. I could tell it felt really good, like it did for me when I fucked Tom."

"It'll feel even better for you when you do it without a condom." He stood up and pulled Ricky to his feet. "Let's go for a swim and clean the jizz off of us. I bet Peter will come too."

Ryan looked down and saw that Matt was halfway up the basalt barrier. He quickly climbed down the way he'd come and waited for his brother to drop onto the sand beside him.

"Ready to go?"

"Yeah."

"Where's Ricky?"

"He'll be back in a few minutes. He's cleaning himself up in the river."

As they got on their bicycles and headed for home, Ryan tried to resume the conversation.

"Did you have a good time?"

"I don't wanna talk about it."

As the day progressed, the population slowly thinned out. Having taken Kyle's virginity, Marlene departed. Kyle sat alone for a long time, sorting out his emotions about what he'd done, before rejoining Ricky at the rope swing.

Eric and Kofi left too. As they passed the rope swing, Ricky and Kofi grinned at each other, enjoying the secret they shared. Kofi put his arm around the younger boy and whispered in his ear.

"Good job, bro."

Ricky beamed with pleasure.

"Thanks, bro."

Eventually, Ricky and Kyle headed for home on their bicycles. Ricky had a little trouble using the seat, but the experience with Kofi had been a good one for him. Having taken a load once, he wanted to do it again, and he was already evaluating Kyle as a likely candidate.

By the time the sun was below the horizon, the swimming hole was deserted - except for a campfire at the upper end and the group of boys next to it. An older pickup arrived, and three teenage boys emerged. Two shirtless, barefoot boys in Levi's hopped out of the pickup bed.

"Thanks for the ride, Hunter."

"No problem, Ryan."

As the twins headed for the beach, Eric called after them.

"Have fun with your friends."

Matt turned around and walked backwards for a couple of steps to share a grin with Eric.

"Oh, yeah. We will."

In the fading twilight, the three boys carried a six-pack of beer and a bag of pretzels down to the beach, and then gathered some wood for a fire. To the rising sparks and crackling sounds of the burning wood, they each grabbed a beer. Sitting down on folded beach towels, they passed the pretzels around. Hunter took a sip of his beer.

"I wonder where the rest of the guys are tonight."

Benji grabbed a pretzel.

"Probably at the county fair. That's where Peter is."

Eric knew better, but sworn to secrecy, he changed the subject.

"I hear you had a good time at the wrestling camp."

"Yeah, I learned a lot."

"Peter said something about some guy called Tripod."

Benji sighed. "Peter needs to keep his mouth shut."

"Was it as good as Peter says it was?"

Benji smiled reminiscently. "Probably even better."

For a while they sat in silence in the growing darkness, watching the fire flicker. Then a car pulled up beside Hunter's pickup. The single occupant descended the path and walked across the sand towards the group. Hunter looked up with a smile.

"Glad you could make it."

"It was easy to find with your detailed instructions."

Benji recognized the voice and turned his head.

"Tripod! What..."

Tripod put his hand on the younger boy's shoulder.

"Hunter called this morning and suggested I drop by."

Benji jumped up and gave his friend a big hug.

"I'm so glad you did. Tripod, this is my friend Eric."

Tripod held out his hand.

"I'm happy to meet you."

Eric jumped up and took Tripod's hand in both of his. "For sure. I've heard quite a bit about you."

Benji blushed. "And not from me."

Tripod laughed. "It's my fault. I told too many mutual friends."

Benji smiled weakly. "I'm getting used to it."

Hunter assumed the host role.

"Tripod, grab a beer and have a seat. Tell me about how well Scrappy did at the wrestling camp. He's so modest, if it weren't for our coach, I wouldn't know anything."

Eric quickly spread his towel. Tripod grabbed a beer and sat beside him.

"To put it simply, Scrappy blew us all away. You know he pinned me in our practice match, and that was just the icing on the cake. He did fantastically all three days."

The conversation continued with details that didn't mean a lot to Eric, however this didn't diminish his interest. He wished the conversation would move in another direction, and eventually it did. Tripod himself changed the subject.

"It's a warm evening. I'd like to take a dip in your swimming hole." He kicked off his shoes and stripped off his shirt. "Anybody care to join me?"

Eric was already undressing, and his eagerness was comical.

"I will. I'll show you the rope swing. It's even more fun at night when you can't see where you're gonna land. Come on, it's awesome."

Hunter looked at Benji and winked.

"Benji and I will stay and tend the fire."

Now Tripod pulled off his Levi's. Hunter and Benji watched as Eric tried not to look, and then suppressed their laughter at his shocked expression. Illuminated only by the moon, the two boys headed for the rope swing. Soon adolescent laughter filled the air, punctuated by the sound of bodies dropping into the water. Hunter reached over and took Benji's hand.

"Come over here and sit with me."

Benji moved over and sat between Hunter's raised knees. Hunter wrapped his arms around the younger boy. For a long time they sat that way, gazing into the campfire. Hunter leaned forward and nuzzled Benji's neck.

"You know I'm hooked on you, don't you?"

Benji smiled happily. "I've gotten that impression. Of course, I've been hooked on you since our first time together on the mossy rock."

Hunter laughed softly. "I've been hooked on you since the first time I saw you wrestle as an eighth grader."

"That long?"

"Oh, yeah."

The night had again grown silent. Apparently the rope-jumping was over. Then the quiet was broken by a high-pitched scream that slowly dropped to a loud moan. The hair on Benji's neck stood up.

"What the fuck was that?"

Hunter chuckled. "Eric being skewered."

"No shit? It sounded like somebody being killed."

The sounds now consisted of low moans and unintelligible babbling, occasionally including understandable phrases. "Oh yes... Oh my God... It hurts so good... Fuck me harder... Oh yeah, I've never felt anything like this."

Benji leaned back against Hunter.

"Do I make that much noise when you fuck me?"

"No, but I bet you did when Tripod screwed you."

The moans had subsided into something Benji could recognize from experience - the wild excitement of getting fucked hard and loving every minute of it.

After a few moments of silence, Tripod and Eric emerged from the darkness and started to dress. Eric smiled excitedly at Hunter.

"Tripod is gonna stay with me tonight."

Hunter looked up at him.

"What's your mom going to say when she hears you scream?"

"She's not gonna be there. She's on a date with Wayne. Then she's gonna spend the night at his place."

"Isn't Wayne the young guy who screwed you when you hitchhiked to Portland?"

Eric grinned broadly. "Yeah, but now he's screwing my mom. And yes, he's half her age. Don't ask. It's a long story."

Hunter stood up and gave Tripod a fist-bump.

"You and Eric have a good time."

Tripod looked at Eric and grinned.

"I have no doubt that both of us will."

Tripod finished dressing and then gave Benji a hug.

"It's good to see you again, Scrappy."

Benji hugged him back. "It's good to see you too. Until next time."

Benji waited until Tripod and Eric left before speaking.

"You had this all planned, including the night with Eric."

Hunter chuckled. "It was too good an idea to pass up. Those two were made for each other."

Together, they put out the fire and walked up the path to Hunter's pickup. Once they'd pulled away from the parking lot. Hunter reached over and ran his fingers through Benji's hair.

"Are you gonna stay overnight?"

"Sure, if it's okay with your parents."

Hunter smiled softly. "It's always going to be okay. They understand how I feel about you and they're good with it."

Benji wiped a tear from his eye. "I haven't had that discussion with my parents yet. I hope they'll understand too."

Hunter squeezed his knee. "I know they will."

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

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