Bathing and More by the River
By Nate
It was one of those great late spring, early summer days. About 78 degrees, the kind of weather we don't get very often in Oregon. I was coming home from school, and had my backpack open to fish out my key. "Shoot!" I said to myself. It wasn't there - I had left it in the house. Now I was locked out until my dad came home in four or five hours. A few possibilities presented themselves. I was real horny - I had been all day for some reason. Usually I'm able to control myself by masturbation, but this time it wasn't working. I wanted the real thing - the thing I fantasized about.
I decided to go for a walk to try to cool down. There was a natural park near my house - an area right by the river that they were trying to make into a wetlands area. Very secluded and all of that great woodsy feeling...I thought that if I couldn't cool down, at least I would be in a secluded area.
I found myself down by the river. It was hot now, and I pulled off my shirt. Big mistake, as I found myself imagining another guy with me, with his shirt off, too. My already swollen dick got a little bit bigger, and pushed up against my jean shorts.
The river was so inviting, that I decided a little swim might not hurt - it might cool me down. On the other hand, I'd have to swim nude, and that would totally turn me on. See, I1ve never swam nude before, and new semi-erotic experiences require total abandonment in masturbatory fantasies for me. So I decided to find a secluded spot, and try it. I'd masturbate if my hormones ran away with me.
I found a small little pool that lead out into the river. It wasn't too deep, and it was almost surrounded by leafy trees. I figured I could get naked and nobody would know. So I did - I slipped off my sandals, and then slowly pulled my shorts and boxers off.
It was an exhilarating feeling - totally naked, the breeze playing with my pubic hair, and whistling around my dick, which was now sticking up into the air like a flag pole. I started wading into the water. Surprisingly, it wasn't that cold, and I found that my balls didn't cramp up like I thought they might. Instead, they stayed long and full, full of the cum which I desperately wanted to let go of.
As soon as my dick was lowered into the water, I felt that I had to let it go. The feeling of cool water around my dick was one I will never forget - I felt totally free, totally uninhibited by any clothing. I was totally wild. I truly felt like a man, in more ways than one.
I swam out a little deeper, where I could see down the river. I was totally alone. I swam back into my little inlet, and started jacking off. I couldn't help it - the feeling of being totally free made me more horny than I've ever been.
I was about ready to cum right into the river, when I heard leaves rustling. I quickly ducked down into the water, hoping that whoever was coming wouldn't know I was swimming in the nude, or that I had an eight inch erection under the water.
The finest guy I have ever seen came from behind the trees. He was shirtless, and quickly spied my clothes on a log. He grinned. "I see you've already claimed this place." I was totally turned on, and I'm sure my dick grew another inch. I was having trouble keeping natural and keeping my dick hidden at the same time.
"Yeah, I...um...it was really hot, so I jumped in."
"Mind if I join you?" Asked the guy, untying his sneakers.
I blinked a few times, then felt wild enough to answer, "No. Come on in."
Now the guy was dropping his pants. I shuddered with the total ecstasy I was feeling.
"I'm Jeff, by the way. We're neighbors - I've seen you out in your yard before. I live in the blue house at the end of the street."
I'd never met more than a few of my neighbors, so I could only nod assent. Jeff's shorts were now around his ankles, and his white briefs were coming down, too. His back was to me, and the first thing I saw was his tight butt, gleaming as white as mine in the sun.
Jeff turned around, and gave me the full view of his beautiful body. He was slim - not really muscular, a lot like me. In fact, our builds were very similar. His chest was Oregon white, just as mine was, with his nipples already rock hard from the breeze, and a slight dusting of hair in between. I wanted his chest for my own.
I let my eyes travel down his body without realizing I was doing it. His pubic hair was blond, like the tuff on a dandelion. It looked like you could blow it away. Then his dick - and it was at least as big as mine, and hard. Unlike the rest of him, it was as red as a tomato.
"Sorry, I get kind of horny in the nude." He blushed as red as his dick, and I eyed it hungrily. I decided to show him that it was okay. I stood.
"I've...got the same problem, as you can tell."
"Do...do you want some help with that?" I couldn't believe it - this was my fantasy, coming true. I could barely nod assent, and he stepped into the water, and came to where I was, about knee deep.
He was standing right at my level, and I reached out and touched his face. Something clicked. He grabbed the back of my head, and drew me into him, and I found his wonderful mouth all over my face. My dick brushed his thigh, and his other hand grabbed it, as I began to grope that wonderful chest. We fell to our knees in the water, our dicks now submerged, and they began to rub together. Jeff's hands were on my back now, and every part of our body was touching - faces, chests, penises, legs. I felt as though we were one person, morphing into each other.
Jeff reached down, and grabbed a handful of river silt. He took it, and began to smear it all over my chest. He reached down again, and with this handful smeared it near my abdomen, and around my back, and onto my ass. Then he took some more, and ran his hands through my pubic hair, coating it in rich, dark earth.
I laid down on the sand on the bank of the river, my feet still in the water. Jeff lowered his mouth to my prick, and sucked so hard I thought it would come off into his mouth. I took some more river silt, and applied it to his tight white ass, rubbing liberally down his hole. Then some more to the back of his lucious balls, and I was cuming.
I didn't want to stop. Jeff just kept sucking and sucking until I was spent, and then he came up for air as my penis instantly became rock hard again.
I got up, and turned him around. The silt I had prepared his ass with acted as a lubricant, and it bubbled as I lowered my prick, still oozing cum, into his hole. Jeff grabbed around, and stuck his fingers up my hole - one, two, three, four - in agonizing ecstasy. I took my hands around, and touched that organ of Jeff's that I longed to play, and as I ejaculated a second time, I quickened the pace.
He was keeping me in suspense though, and when I had withdrew from Jeff's hole, I turned him around, and returned the oral job he had done me. Jeff's hands were in my hair, and suddenly we were all over each other, and saliva, cum, river water, silt, and sand mixed together in one delicious solution that smelled of two boys and their passion.
I came once more, Jeff twice. Then as we laid back on the sand, our arms still around each other, our mouths inches apart, and kissed, I felt that I had achieved something I would never give up.
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Story submitted May 8, 1998