Swimming Hole Extortionist

The cool water felt wonderful on the skin of my naked body as I swam and cavorted about that hot July afternoon all those years ago. It was fantastic and blissful to be young, naked and carefree. I hadn’t really planned this. As far as my aunt and uncle whom I’d been staying with were concerned I was just taking a walk in the country landscape a couple miles from their farm. And a walk is exactly what I had intended to do as I’d strolled down the road. The heat had started to get to me when a vague memory of a swimming hole my aunt and uncle had taken my family to when I was really little came to mind. Certain landmarks had seemed familiar and soon I had spotted the distant grove of trees beyond the row of Poplars that was the last remnant of an ancient homestead and headed toward the tees.

It was a thrill to find the swimming hole just as it had remained in my memory. A deep area below an outcropping of rock provided a great place for diving and oak trees populated its grassy banks making it shady and secluded. Even from the time I was little I tended to plan ahead so I didn’t just strip and dash into the water. Instead I looked for a distinguishing feature on the shore so I could find my clothes easily when I got out. Then I found it, a large gnarly tree with a huge burl that bore a striking resemblance to boobs or maybe a butt depending on one’s angle. Being young and horny it was perfect for my needs and then I quickly stripped down. This brings things back to where we started.

As wonderful as the afternoon had been I thought it might be best if I started heading back. Looking about I spotted my marker tree and swam towards it. Nude as a fish and just as dripping wet I waded out onto the shore to where I knew my clothes were waiting. Then “What the hell?!” came out of me. My heart started thumping like crazy! Where were they? Where had my clothes gone! Frantic, I started searching the area and questioned whether I had the right tree. This was definitely it. So, where had my clothes gone! Nearly in a panic I searched ever more desperately.

“Looking for something?” a young sounding male voice asked. Totally startled, I instinctively covered my privates and swung around to see the boy who’d spoken to me. The boy was probably around my age with a similar slender build to my own but with a bit more meat on his bones than me and just as smooth but very pale. His face was rather broad, had a few freckles, and was crowned by a mess of flaming red hair. Wearing a suit just barely adequate for the job, he stood near an oak tree a few feet up the slope from me casually taking in my nakedness.

Not hesitating but trying not to sound too desperate I asked if he had seen my clothes. “Yeah, I know exactly where they are and I’ll take you to them. But first you need to do something for me. “Deal?” “Sure, I’ll do anything just get me my clothes!” “Good, follow me. By the way, my name is Eric.”

He led me to a secluded spot about fifty yards away where he had already laid out two huge beach towels. His clothes were in a heap next to a couple small backpacks. Puzzled, I asked him where my clothes were.