Skinny Dipping

I will be the first to admit, up until now I had never lead a very interesting life: I went to school, did homework, played video games, and occasionally would go out with friends. But over the summer I decided to be a little adventurous and go skinny dipping in our pool. Oh my gosh, that is one of the best feelings in the world. The feeling of the cool water rushing over my freshly shaved pubes and balls was nearly orgasmic for me. This is activity my family, especially my mother, would never be open to. We are a very conservative family and my mom flips out when I don’t wear a shirt around the house.

I continued this clandestine activity of swimming in the buff once the school year started back up. Every day after school I would race home and quickly strip down nude, often leaving a trail of clothes from the front door to the porch, and jump in the pool and do laps for an hour. One day in late September, my mother came home early, right in the middle of my skinny dipping session. When she walked out on the back porch to see her naked son doing laps in her own pool, she could barely muster the words, “Cory! Just what do you think you are doing?”

Oh shit, I knew this was not going to end well. But I figured, I am already in trouble, what’s the harm in being a total badass? So I swam to the pool’s edge and pulled myself out of the pool and to my mother’s horror, I was sporting an 8 inch erection. I took my time getting a towel on, avoiding all eye contact with her. Once I had my towel securely wrapped around my waist, I casually said, “You’re home early today.”

I could tell she was looking at the tent in my towel, but didn’t press it.