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Theo and his Dad have decided to go swimming. They can’t spend the whole trip locked in their cabin, after all—despite the temptation to. Caution is quickly thrown to the wind. Theo and his Dad decide to forego trunks and experience the thrill of swimming in the nude. They also discover the joy of outdoor sex and the possibility of getting caught!
Who knows? Maybe there’s something in the water!
This is a 2,700 word short story and part 3 of a 12-part series.
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Excerpt
“Hey, how’s it going?” the other dad called out as we walked down the length of the dock. “We were just getting out!”
The two brothers climbed up the ladder at the end of the dock first. Dad stopped short, and because I was walking along behind him, we ended up colliding. I started to ask what the big deal was. A quick peek around, though, quickly answered that question for me.
Both brothers were nude. Water ran down off their naked flesh, dripping like raindrops onto the wooden planks that made up the dock. One shook, letting more water fly, while the other wiped his face clean.
Their dad came up next. I felt my breath catch. A gasp escaped me before I could stop it. I felt my face burn with shame and I prayed that Dad didn’t hear me.
The other dad was in such good shape that it made my mouth water. He had muscles stacked on top of his muscles. Each movement was like watching a feral animal on streaming. As I stared, his naked body gleamed under the shining sun.
His face was nothing but smiles, however. None of them were remotely self-conscious as they made their way up the dock toward us. The dad even smacked one of his son’s on the ass. The son responded by laughing and giving his father a playful shove. He then broke into a run before his dad could retaliate.
His brother laughed too and took off as well. Dad and I had to move out of the way so we didn’t get bowled over. They ran past us while their dad continued on at a more slow, even pace.
“Sorry about that,” the dad said as he walked by us, acting for all the world like he wasn’t completely nude with his junk on display. “Pardon me!”
I swallowed, fighting the urge to turn around and watch him walk away. My face was yet again burning a bright red. Daddy saw and thought it was very funny.
“Stop laughing!” I insisted, mortified.
Of course, he didn’t. “Sorry,” Dad apologized, meaning it. “It was pretty funny, though.”
“Yeah,” I grumbled, not willing to admit it just yet. “I guess.”
“It figures that the dress code would be relaxed in a place like this,” Dad reasoned.
I noticed that he was looking past me back where the father and two sons were. A quick peek confirmed this. They had stopped near where the dock met the shoreline. The three were horsing around, playing grab-ass and splashing each other.
It looked like they were having the time of their lives without a care in the world. I felt guilty for judging them. Moreover, I felt bad for being in such a sour mood. Keeping this attitude up was sure to spoil Daddy’s fun.
“D…” I stammered, stumbling over my words. “D’you…maybe wanna…try it?”
That got my dad’s attention. “You wanna try skinny dipping?” he asked, half-joking.
I was serious, though. “Yeah.” I nodded. “Yeah, I think I do.”