Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 10:38:43 -0400
From: GI
Subject: Creek Skinny Dipping

I was working at my college over the summer, doing hot and sweaty work
in the kitchens, so when my shift was over, a group of guys would
often walk across campus and swim in the creek that flows through
campus. Sometimes we would use old truck inner tubes and "tube" down
the creek to a point a few hours downstream, where the creek wound
back towards campus again and we could walk back through the woods to
the campus. one especially hot 100-degree day Doug asked if I wanted
to "go tubing" after work, and I agreed to meet him.

I met him at the path to the creek's stony bank, wearing just jean
cutoffs. We floated and relaxed in the cool creek water, lazily
drifting downstream for a while, and at one point not too far from
campus there was a steep bank with a huge tree on the top where a rope
swing was tied up high, giving an ideal spot for jumping, or swinging
into the creek.

We snagged our tubes on the bank so they wouldn't float away, climbed
up the bank to the tree and jumped a few times. It was great fun. Doug
said that the narrow wooded trail we saw at the top of the bank led
directly back to campus, coming out behind one of the dorms. I thought
to myself this would be more fun naked, but wasn't sure what Doug
would say, so we went back to our tubes after a while and resumed the
slow creek's watery movement. I was secretly planing to come back
alone and try it out.

The next evening after my shift, I walked across campus to the dorm
Doug had mentioned to see if I could find the trail. I was about 6
p.m, the sun was still strong, still over 100 degrees and very humid.
I found the entrance to the trail -- only a small gap in some bushes
really, but I pushed my way past the branches and saw the trail
winding through the woods. I went in a few yards, and since I was so
hot and my cafeteria uniform was sticking to my skin, I stripped off
the polyester shirt, and my pants, put them in a neat little pile
under a large tree trunk nearby and continued the exploratory hike on
the trial wearing only my boxers and sneakers.

It was easy enough to follow the trail, and I wasn't really worried
about anyone seeing me in my boxers, because they looked enough like
shorts, no one would really notice. I was listening for anyone who
might be coming along the path, though, and only heard the evening
peepers and crickets. As I got closer to the creek's high bank I did
start to hear voices. It sounded like some other kids were using the
rope swing, so I approached silently, hoping to see who was there
before they saw me.

 From behind a bend in the path, I saw three young guys, probably high
school guys, taking turns on the swing. One was tall, blonde and built
like a track star, wearing ripped jeans that showed his knees through
the frayed edges, and a few rips in the back pockets. His pants were
darkened by the water, and looked glued to his muscular legs and
glutes. The second guy was dark, shorter, more average build, wearing
white Umbro soccer shorts, which were wet and very transparent.  You
could see his plaid boxers beneath his umbros. The third guy was very
tan, shaved almost bald, and looked like a wrestler, wearing surfer-
style board shorts that were too large (of course) so they rode down
low on his hips and showed off his ass crack.

I stayed hidden nearby but crept a little closer to the edge of the
creek so I could see and hear better.

They were all talking and joking, soaking wet and showing off their
acrobatic skills on the rope swing, and telling stories about how hot
they were working today in the sun, apparently at some landscaping
place. I could sympathize with them or working outside in the blazing
heat all day and needing to cool off and wind down in the evening with
their buds.

When one guy was up on the tree's wooden launch, he would have to
reach all the way straight up to hold the handle-bars from an old bike
before jumping out across the creek and letting go to land in the
deeper part of the water. Sometimes the guy would hang on and swing
back -- almost all the way back up to the tree trunk, and one of the
other guys would grab at their shorts, or slap their backs in fun.
Most of the guys avoided the second-swing for that reason, but when it
happened you were almost asking for an attack.

While I was "spying" on them, the guy with the ripped jeans was
swinging, and came back up to the tree, so Umbro guy got ahold of his
back pocket and held on tight, so that the force of the guy swinging
back away from him forced the seams in the back of his jeans to tear
completely off. Umbro guy was left holding the back jeans pocket and a
large section of the back of the pants. Ripped pants Guy held on for a
third swing back up the bank, this time with a huge hole in his back
side where it was clear now he wasn't wearing underwear. The other
guys hollered and hooted in glee, calling him "Commando" as he finally
jumped off the rope swing into the creek and climbed back up the bank
to the launch point.

The guys laughed until they were hysterical and out of breath, while
Commando looked not at all embarrassed, but actually pranced around
flaunting his now-exposed ass, and you could see through his wet jeans
his crotch was showing signs of arousal. Umbro took a turn on the
swing, and Commando was waiting and ready when he came back up to the
top of the bank. With both hands, he intentionally pulled down with
all his might on Umbro guy's waistband, bringing them down to mid-
thigh. Umbro guy jumped into the creek with his ass fully exposed, and
the guys started another loud round of laughter.

The wrestler guy made it clear he didn't want his expensive surfer
swimsuit ripped, so he took it off, tossed it aside and took a turn
jumping butt naked. The other two almost choked from laughing so hard,
especially when they saw wrestler guy's balls and now half-aroused
cock when he climbed back up to the top of the bank. They decided to
be fair they should all skinnydip, so the ripped jeans and shorts came
off, and I sat there in amazement as these three hot young guys
climbed, swam and jumped naked for another half-hour. There was
nothing sexual going on between them that I could see, but I was so
horny watching their fit young naked bodies enjoying cooling off in
the creek after a hard day of sweaty work.

Eventually, they left the area and walked back to where they had
parked their car just off the roadway that skirted the edge of the
creek nearby. I left my hiding spot and followed them up the path to
where I could observe where they had parked. They still didn't know I
was there, so they stood behind the car, with the trunk open and
toweled off, still naked. They didn't have dry clothes, so they jumped
into the car with just their towels wrapped around their waists. They
drove off leaving me alone in the jumping spot, so I left my boxers on
the ground and spent a good hour jumping and cooling down.

I was standing at the top of the launch-pad, holding the handlebars
and getting ready for another jump when I hear voices rapidly coming
down the path. I panicked and jumped, dropped into the creek, and came
up out of the water to see a young guy and two girls standing at the
top of the bank right where my boxers were lying in the now-almost
darkness. The guy was wearing only shorts, and the girls were wearing
swim suits, so it seemed they had come to rope swing too.

I decided not to make a thing of it, and just swim across to the bank
and climb up like there was nothing at all odd about my being naked,
since I really had no other choice. I didn't recognize them, and
thought if they were locals, then I'd probably never see them again. I
arrived at the top of the bank where the tree trunk grew out at the
perfect rope swing angle, with my "bits and pieces" in full view and
glory. Since they didn't know what to say or do I acted like it was
nothing and climbed back up the tree and jumped again.

When I landed in the water, which was still very refreshing, I swam to
the opposite side of the creek and sat down so I was only exposed from
the waist up. I rested and watched these newcomers jump and play for a
while before leaving. I still had to go back to their side to retrieve
my boxers, but it was getting darker, and I was getting aroused now,
so I stayed on the far side and slowly jerked off. After spurting my
cum load into the creek, I swam over, climbed up, got my shorts and
casually walked down the trail back towards campus, not putting my
boxer shorts back on until I had dried off completely. I felt so free
to walk in the woods naked like that, the warm evening humidity gently
caressing every bit of my skin.

I think I'll have to come back and do this again!