My friend (25) and I (26) decided to go for a walk in a park near our neighborhood. It was a beautiful day, and after hiking for a few hours, we stumbled upon a lake we didn’t even know was there. "What do you say? Wanna go in?" I asked him. "Hell yeah!" he replied. The only problem was, we hadn’t planned for this, so we didn’t bring swimsuits. "Alright, in our underwear?" I suggested, already pulling off my shirt. "Yeah, sure," he said, starting to undress too.
We took off our shirts, then our pants, standing there in just our underwear, sizing each other up a little. I adjusted myself a bit, shifting things around down there, and he did the same. "Nice package you got there, huh?" I teased with a half-laugh. "Shut up, dumbass," he shot back, giving me a light shove.
We got in the water, swam around, talked—it was actually really nice.
After about an hour, we climbed out. Our underwear had gotten clingy, and since he was wearing white boxers briefs, they’d turned a little see-through. It was easy to see what he was packing. He came out of the water with his hand half-covering himself, a little shy but aware of the situation.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, bro," I told him. "Kinda awkward, lol," he said, trying to adjust his underwear. "Think I’m gonna take mine off, let ‘em dry. You cool with that?" I asked. "No problem here," he said, and started pulling his off too.
We both stripped down and laid our underwear on a nearby rock. "Kinda cool being completely naked, honestly," he said, stretching out. We glanced at each other—checking things out, a little curious. "Nice tool," I joked. "Thanks, lol, yours too," he replied.
We went and sat on some rocks nearby, half-lying down to dry off. We kept talking, and like any guys, we started casually playing with ourselves down there—just absentmindedly at first.
After a while, we were both half-hard, sneaking glances at each other. Without saying anything, we started touching ourselves more deliberately, basically jerking off. No words, just doing it out in the middle of nowhere, occasionally looking over to see where the other was at.
After a few minutes, I picked up the pace a little. He did the same not long after. Breathing got heavier. A few more minutes, and I could tell I was close—had to let it out. Not long after, he finished too.
We waded back into the water with semi-hard-ons, washing our hands and cleaning off the mess. "Kinda weird, lol, but… it was kinda nice," he said. "Yeah, honestly, it was," I agreed. "Alright, underwear’s dry. Let’s get dressed and head out before it gets dark."
We got dressed quickly and walked back to the car. It never happened again, and we never talked about it. But I’m pretty sure we both feel closer and more open now than we did before.
We took off our shirts, then our pants, standing there in just our underwear, sizing each other up a little. I adjusted myself a bit, shifting things around down there, and he did the same. "Nice package you got there, huh?" I teased with a half-laugh. "Shut up, dumbass," he shot back, giving me a light shove.
We got in the water, swam around, talked—it was actually really nice.
After about an hour, we climbed out. Our underwear had gotten clingy, and since he was wearing white boxers briefs, they’d turned a little see-through. It was easy to see what he was packing. He came out of the water with his hand half-covering himself, a little shy but aware of the situation.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about, bro," I told him. "Kinda awkward, lol," he said, trying to adjust his underwear. "Think I’m gonna take mine off, let ‘em dry. You cool with that?" I asked. "No problem here," he said, and started pulling his off too.
We both stripped down and laid our underwear on a nearby rock. "Kinda cool being completely naked, honestly," he said, stretching out. We glanced at each other—checking things out, a little curious. "Nice tool," I joked. "Thanks, lol, yours too," he replied.
We went and sat on some rocks nearby, half-lying down to dry off. We kept talking, and like any guys, we started casually playing with ourselves down there—just absentmindedly at first.
After a while, we were both half-hard, sneaking glances at each other. Without saying anything, we started touching ourselves more deliberately, basically jerking off. No words, just doing it out in the middle of nowhere, occasionally looking over to see where the other was at.
After a few minutes, I picked up the pace a little. He did the same not long after. Breathing got heavier. A few more minutes, and I could tell I was close—had to let it out. Not long after, he finished too.
We waded back into the water with semi-hard-ons, washing our hands and cleaning off the mess. "Kinda weird, lol, but… it was kinda nice," he said. "Yeah, honestly, it was," I agreed. "Alright, underwear’s dry. Let’s get dressed and head out before it gets dark."
We got dressed quickly and walked back to the car. It never happened again, and we never talked about it. But I’m pretty sure we both feel closer and more open now than we did before.
