I stayed in the water, hopefully I thought he give up and go. I played it dumb, he then told me he'd seen me getting in the water, and that he wanted a closer look. The man asked when I was going to give him a show. I swam closer, and of course realised I had a bit of a problem, my nudity.
As I got closer to the shore, I could see a man standing where my clothes and towel had been. I'd been in the water for ten minutes, and decided to swim back to where my towel was. The water was so cold but very refreshing, I swam about a hundred yards out into the lake. I figured it was time I went for a swim, I was sure the cold water would take the edge of my erection. It didn't take long before I was fully erect. I soon felt that familiar tingle at the base of cock. The feeling of the sun and the slight breeze, across my naked body was so amazing.
To hell with it I thought, and I stripped naked, and lay back on my towel. I took a quick look round and as far as I could I was the only one there. I smiled inside thinking how much more adult I was now, at my lofty eighteen years. I parked my old bike against a tree and chose a spot to spread my towel. Just like me they were shy and embarrassed about their nudity. Being the first in I had the opportunity to watch the other two guys as they made their way into the lake. All I can remember of it was hiding my genitals with my hands and running into the water as fast as I could. It seemed silly now that we'd all been so shy, and self conscious. Including one occasion, when three of us took the chance and went in naked. I'd spent many carefree hours there with my friends. I made my way through the woods that surrounded the lake, taking the track to the spot I remembered so well. It only took thirty or so minutes to cycle to the lake, by the time I got there I was hot and sweaty, and I was more than ready for a cooling dip. I pumped the tyres up, I was now more or less ready for my trip to the lake. As I expected both tyres needed air, and I began to wonder if this was really worth all this effort. My next task was to dig out my old bike from the shed. I packed my swimming trunks and a towel into an old rucksack, along with some cans of coke, and something to eat. There was a spot there where my friends and I use to go swimming, in our early teen years. I couldn't face yet another day in the house, so I decided I'd take myself off to a local lake. On this particular day, I got up to a bright sunny day.
I was getting progressively bored each day. So I was spending most of my days alone, just stooping round my parents home. Most of the guys I'd hung out with, were now holding down jobs. It was the summer break, and I was home from university.