Reader Confessions: Thursday Edition

SKINNY DIPPING

It was really fucking hot, and I had just got finished mowing lawns all day for a landscaping company. I was sweaty and sticky, and my clothes were covered in grass clippings, and I felt like I was burning up. I knew a good swimming hole nearby, so I stopped on my bike at the trail that led from the roadside to the creek. I left my sweat-soaked tank top on the bike and headed down the trail. It all seemed very quiet, and deserted, so I stripped off my shorts and underwear and dove into the cool water of the deep spot in the creek. I love to skinny dip here. It's such a great spot. The only trouble is people in canoes or inner-tubes riding down the creek, and they sometimes come around the bend upstream quickly, and I have to stay underwater or crawl up the bank and into the bushes before the see me. I am usually shy, and don't want to get into trouble.

After washing all the sweat and grass away I just swam around enjoying the cool water when I heard someone coming. I was not very close to the spot where I had left my clothes, so I stayed low in the water and very still until I could identify that it was someone coming down the same trail to the water I had just come down. It was at least two people, and it sounded like guys' voices. I was on the far side of the creek, partially hidden by the leaves of an overhanging tree.

A moment later I saw them. Two very athletic guys, probably college-age, wearing tight black bike shorts and they were already tossing their shirts to the ground. One was saying, "When I saw that bike parked there near the trail I thought it might be a good place to stop and cool off. I heard someone back at that gas station mention this creek." Then the other dude said something about not wanting to ride the rest of the day in wet shorts, as he pulled them off and stepped out of his shoes. The other did the same, and they both dove in--naked.

One guy surfaced about ten feet in front of me, and, a little startled, said, "Oh, hey there, I hope we're not trespassing, or anything." I said it was fine, and asked them if they came here often. The guy nearby stood up, where the water was only knee-deep, so his wet hairless chest, chiseled abs and 4-inch cock were dripping right in front of me. They told me they were riding across the state on their bikes, and had stopped to cool off, since it was so hot this afternoon. I hope you don't mind us swimming naked, we have to keep our gear dry for the rest of the ride." I didn't want to make a scene, so I stood up too, making it clear I was skinny dipping too, and pointed to the rope swing behind me on the higher part of the bank. "Do you want to take a jump off the swing?" They both said they did, so I showed them the easiest place to climb the steep bank and where to hold the rope to get the best grip.

I showed them my technique, climbing up the trunk a few rungs of the rough-hewn stick ladder someone had nailed in place years ago. I was thinking this was the most natural thing in the world, nothing weird about it ... three guys swimming naked in the creek to cool off. I was about six feet higher than the bank, about to launch into the swing, with my naked wet ass pointing right at these two guys. (I'm sure they were checking it out.) I swung as far as I cold out above the creek, my cock and balls getting some air, and dropped off into the deep part of the creek, near the far side. I was feeling a little aroused, but decided to try to ignore it, not to spoil the fun.

I swam back, tossed the rope up the next guy, and climbed up the bank to get out of his way. Now I was in back, behind these two finely built young men, enjoying the sight of their tight asses. My cock was semi-hard, but it just made me less self conscious about being smaller. I could see the other guys were in the same state. They both had average size dicks, but the blond guy's pubes were much lighter, and his dick head redder, and his cock a little thicker. The darker guy's cock was longer and thinner, about the same as mine, but also tending towards being semi-aroused.

The second guy was a little scared to let go of the tree up at the higher jumping spot, so he came down a few rungs, and his friend slapped his ass to shock him into letting go of the tree and start swinging out like you normally do. He yelped, let go, and ended up in the shallower part of the creek, so he hit bottom, where some rocks and stones can scrape you up pretty bad. He was okay, but was going to have a nice bruise on his butt cheek.

I heard voices coming from upstream, and sure enough a canoe edged around the corner. I always was ready to dash away from the water's edge to avoid being seen. The other guys were both up on the bank. "What should we do, hide?" one said. I motioned to be quiet. Soon we could hear the canoeist's voices better, and it was a man and a woman together, so I waved to them to move up higher on the bank and hide. I dashed up too, and we hunched behind some bushes until their canoe had almost past the section of the creek we were swimming in.

The blond suddenly rushed down the slope, and took off on the rope swing, flying far out and back in again, shoved off the tree with his feet and went for a second swing, all the while screaming like Tarzan. The folks in the canoe HAD to have seen this naked white boy's ass flying high above the creek -- twice! But since they were well downstream already, they just laughed and kept going round the next bend.

I said something like, "I'm impressed. I wouldn't be that daring."

"Why not?" he asked. "You got nothing to be ashamed of, and we ain't doing anything wrong." The other one agreed, eyeing me now with closer inspection. "Yeah, you probably work out too, huh?"

I said, "Not much, but I work OUT in the yard all day, at least for the summer."

"I did that last summer," the dark-haired one said.

The blond said, "I work inside all week, it's only on the weekends I can get out, that's why I love to bike ride and goof around in the creek like this."

Just then we heard more voices, so the blond said, "I DARE you to jump out on the rope swing right as these people are passing us!"

The other guy agreed, egging me on. I was hesitant, but something about the fact that he had done it emboldened me. So, not even checking to see who was coming, I stood at the ready near the top rung waiting for the blond's signal. My heart was pounding, and my cock was now completely hard. Just as the canoe started passing our piece of the creek-bank, I launched right over their heads. It was two young women, who shrieked and screamed and laughed and kept paddling as fast as they could. The two guys on the bank joined me in rapid succession, rope swinging into the creek naked, landing nearby, hollering and laughing it up. It was exhilarating.

The dark-haired guy stepped up onto the bank, and began climbing back to the rope swinging tree, and I couldn't help but stare at his ass and balls hanging between them as he bent over the get a grip on a tree root. I was half underwater and reluctant to climb fully out, now that I had such a raging boner, but the blond grabbed me from behind and bear-hug tossed me up and over back into the creek. When I resurfaced, he was right there on top of me, like he wanted to keep wrestling. So we wrestled a little more, playfully grabbing and trying to overpower the other. We both had raging boners by now.

The guy up on the bank was laughing at us and holding his own dick. It looked like he was jerking off! But the blond suddenly dove under me and slipped between my legs, then rose, lifting me onto his back, my hard cock pressed up against his shoulder, his other arm grabbing my ass to keep me from getting away. His hand brushed against my balls, which aroused me even more.

The darker guy up on the bank said, "Dude, it is so hot watching you two naked dudes wrestling like that." and in another minute he was moaning and cumming all over the tree trunk. The blond guy was watching his friend with interest, and his own hardon was pointing up out of the water, so he hopped up and sat on the grassy bank, where his legs were hanging down over the edge of the bank into the water. I was just below him in the creek, and when I was standing up my face was right at crotch-level.

He was stroking himself and smiling down at me, standing there with my dick in my hand. I moved closer and started to go for his cock, feeling his silky soft, yet stiff meat. He gladly leaned back, lying on the grass looking up into the trees, and let my hands do the wanking. I decided to go a little further, and started licking his throbbing dick head. He moaned loudly with pleasure. He kept looking skyward, so I took his whole cock into my mouth, sucking hard all the way to the base of his blond pubes. I was stroking my own cock with one hand, while I held his balls in my other hand, and kept going up and down on his rod making loud slurping noises. In no time at all he was gushing hot jets of cum into my mouth. A moment later I was shooting my own load up onto the bank of the creek.

The blond lay there a few moments enjoying the sensation, and I fell back into the water. The darker guy had jumped again into the creek, and swam to the far side where their clothes were piled. He found his watch, and he called to the blond guy, "Hey, it's time to shove off or we'll miss the next scheduled stopover." So, before I knew what was happening, they had gathered their clothes, and were walking naked back up the trail to the bike parking spot. I quickly followed them on the narrow path. I stopped at the edge of the wooded trail, where I was hidden by the leaves, and watched them put on their clothes now that they were a little drier, and quickly depart on their bikes.

I was left alone in the creek with only the memories, and the faint taste of the blond's sperm in my mouth.