Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2016 21:29:49 +0000
From: Optabamus
Subject: Early River Memory

	I remembered, the other night, the first time I saw a grown man
naked.

	In the school summer holidays, I used to spend hours on my own
paddling, swimming and fishing for minnows in the local river.

	Although it had a reputation with our parents as a place where
sometimes "strange men" went, it was quiet and most of the day
could pass without seeing anyone. Even so I would create a "base
camp" on the other side of the river to the footpath which followed
the river on the southern side. I had to wade across to get there but
(even though few people ventured along the path) it felt like a safer
place to leave my towel, clothes and fishing net.
	One day I was paddling in a shallow gravel bed bend of the river,
staring down into the clear water looking for crayfish. There were
some other kids 300m or 400m up the river, I could hardly see or hear
them due to the river's curve.  I jumped when I heard a man's voice
from the northern shore.

	"Is it cold in there? I was going to go further up to the deeper
bit but there are girls up there -- don't want to be swimming with
girls"

	I looked round to see a man, roughly of my dad's age, standing at the
water's edge completely naked! I had never seen a man naked before. My
family were very private -- even Victorian -- in their modesty. My
heart raced, I knew it was wrong to see a grown up with no clothes on.
I did what any English kid would do -  carry on as if nothing was out
of the ordinary.

	"No, it is quite warm once you get used to it"

	" ah good, so have you caught much?" he asked, looking at my
fishing net on the bamboo cane.

	"Just a couple of minnows" I said holding up the jam jar," but
I just like trying" I replied.

	" I used to come up here to swim when I was a lad, of course we
didn't bother with swimming trunks then, but we were all boys. The
girls stayed home and helped their mothers"

	"Lets have a look at the minnows then" he said.

	I waded carefully over the stony river beds towards him holding up
the jar. When I got to him he took the jar and held it aloft to see
the fish. I took the opportunity of staring at his sizeable penis,
balls and mass of pubic hair, while he was looking away from me.

	How did men get to be so hairy, how come his willy was so big, so
fat, compared to my tiny hairless little thing?

	"They look a bit scared, perhaps you should let them go now eh?"
he said handing the jar back to me.

	"Yes perhaps I should" I said as I took it and tipped them back
into the flowing water.

	"It's a bit shallow here isn't it"

	"Yes" I replied, "but you can lay down in it if you just want
to cool off"

	He stepped in and lowered himself into the cold water. I lay down in
the water too to show him the deeper places. After 5 minutes or so he
stood up again. I noticed that his willy had got smaller than it was
when he got in. He waded to the edge again.

	"where do you dry off?"

	"I keep my towel behind those bushes, it is shielded from the
footpath on the other side, so nobody can see you change"

	"Where?"

	"I'll show you" I said as I too paddled to the edge. I
tentatively made my way over the stones at the waters edge and onto
the grass. "Follow me" I said.

	I led the man behind the bushes, which formed little enclosures as
they encroached into the fields.

	I picked up my towel and started drying myself off.

	"So do you hang your trunks up to dry?" He asked

	"I do usually, but, er, well...."

	"Don't mind me silly, come on take them off, I'll hang them up high
for you" he laughed.

	I went all bashful. "Well I don't know..."

	"Come here" he said as he moved towards me. He smiled and put his
thumbs in the sides of my swimming trunks and pushed them down,
exposing my insignificant little pink willy.

	"There. I've seen it now so you have no need to worry. Look, you
can see mine!"

	I stepped out of the trunks, holding on to his arm to steady myself.
He picked them up and hung them high on the bushes. "Why don't you
spread your towel out and lay on it, then you will dry in the sun
lad.". So I did, face down so as to hide my embarrassment.

	"Thats it" he said as he knelt down behind me. " It would be
better if you turned over though -- let the breeze get between your
legs"

	I turned over and carried on talking to the man.

	"Why did your willy shrink when you went in the water?" I asked
(as we were now confidants). He smiled widely again. "All men get
that, it's the cold, haven't you noticed it with your dad?"

	"I have never seen my dad's willy" I replied.

	"Have you never seen one before? Well take a good look lad. Go on
-- touch it if you want"

	I reached out and briefly grasped it, barely being able to get my had
around the girth, but then took my hand back awkwardly.

	"Will it go back to the size it was before?" I asked nievley.

	"Yes, watch" He started to rub his dick and squeeze it. "Can
you hold your legs up with your arms" he asked.

	"How do you mean?"

	"Well, stay laying on your back, but lift your legs up and hold
them with your arms"

	"What, like this" I said as I put my arms around my raised legs.

	"Yes, thats it, now stay like that for a while, get the air between
your legs, it is good for you"

	I looked at him through my legs as he continued to play with his
dick. It was getting bigger as he said it would. Then he looked round
to his right suddenly, then stood up.

	"ok lad, you can put your legs down a again, I think there is
someone else coming. You stay down there and I'll move into the alcove
of the bushes a bit. With this he stepped either side of me, his
swollen dick almost obscuring his face.

	"Evening" He said to someone I couldn't see yet. "Always like
to come up  here swimming with my son after work"

	Then I saw anther man walk past, with his towel under his arm. He
glanced into the gap in the bushes,but carried on his way.

	"It's ok, just another chap like us, up here for a swim" the man
said, still standing over me. He went back to rubbing his willy,
pulling his foreskin backwards and forwards. It was now massive, solid
and pointing towards the sky.

	"Ha! I laughed, you have got a spider web stuck to the end, and
quite a thick one!" A thread of silver thread looked to be coming
straight from the end of his penis and was being taken by the breeze
onto the bushes.

	He looked down and laughed again "Thats not a web, that is called
pre-cum, all men produce it"

	"What it's coming out of your willy, like wee?"

	"yes, but it's not like wee, it's special and clean. If you get it
on you it makes you grow hair where it touches. If you get another
mans pre-cum on your willy it will make it grow as big as mine. Not as
much as cum would, but it still works"

	"Cum? Whats that?"

	"Well...oh just a minute I think someone else is coming"

	With that, he picked up his shorts, and quickly put them on.
"Thanks for the use of your towel lad, bye" and with that he
walked off. Soon after, the group of girls from higher up the river
walked past. I grabbed my towel and covered myself up.

	I never saw that man again, but I have always remembered it.

Optabamus 16