It was the summer break, and I was home from university. Most of the guys I'd hung out with, were now holding down jobs. So I was spending most of my days alone, just stooping round my parents home. I was getting progressively bored each day. On this particular day, I got up to a bright sunny day. I couldn't face yet another day in the house, so I decided I'd take myself off to a local lake.
There was a spot there where my friends and I use to go swimming, in our early teen years. I packed my swimming trunks and a towel into an old rucksack, along with some cans of coke, and something to eat. My next task was to dig out my old bike from the shed. As I expected both tyres needed air, and I began to wonder if this was really worth all this effort. I pumped the tyres up, I was now more or less ready for my trip to the lake.
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 made my way through the woods that surrounded the lake, taking the track to the spot I remembered so well.
I'd spent many carefree hours there with my friends. Including one occasion, when three of us took the chance and went in naked. It seemed silly now that we'd all been so shy, and self conscious. All I can remember of it was hiding my genitals with my hands and running into the water as fast as I could. Being the first in I had the opportunity to watch the other two guys as they made their way into the lake. Just like me they were shy and embarrassed about their nudity.
