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16-year-old Wanking Water Skier

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True story of how I came to be wanking in front of two friends while speeding across a lake, on skis.

From the time I turned 8 and learned how to water ski, I was hooked. This quickly became my favorite outdoor activity fishing was a close second. Id ski every chance I had in our Michigan summers and, when my folks moved the family to California I took up the sport again, once my dad bought another ski boat. Just before the start of my senior year of high school I asked my dad if I could borrow the boat and take a couple of friends for a camping-skiing weekend at the Salton Sea [southeast of Palm Springs]. He knew I knew how to handle the boat, and was pretty sure Id be responsible with the guys I wanted to invite. I was only 16 at the time, but I hadn't made any huge screw-ups in my life to date so my dad said he was okay with it but . . . just don't be a show-off, son! I thanked him and went into the house and called my buddies, Eric and Jerry [they were brothers]. After checking with their parents they called back and said Were on! See you Friday night. We arrived in the evening, before dark, pitched our tent, and then built a small fire in the campground fire pit. We talked for a few hours about all the usual stuff . . what our senior year might be like, whether wed find a steady girlfriend, how many times that week we had wanked . . etcetera. We finally turned in, got into our own sleeping bags, and soon fell off to sleep. The sun was just coming up when I awoke and, after getting a few bags of food out of the car I proceeded to get breakfast started. Since I hadn't heard either of my buds stir yet I flung open the netting on the tent and hollered something like Hey guys, the suns up already . . . lets move. Last one up gets to drink some warm coke from last night . . . I just peed in it! They both jumped out of their sleeping bags at the same time, neither of them wanting to test me on the threat! I don't think I would have, actually, but it sounded good at the time. With breakfast out of the way I had Jerry's help in unloading the boat over at the public ramp, then parked the car. After getting the ski ropes ready and the skis out on the beach, I took each of the guys for a ride . . . taking a 5 or 6 mile loop . . . so they'd have a chance to ski while the water was still calm. In fact, that morning it was super-calm, like glass. No breeze stirring, and the water temp was probably about 80. Perfect conditions, all around, and we were just about the only boat out on the water at the time [between 9 and 10 in the morning]. Jerry, a year younger than Eric, had a tough time learning the ropes at first, but once he caught on he was able stay up for the full distance. I told them in advance what to do when I circled around toward short to drop them off, so they wouldn't take a tumble on the beach. I also went through the specific hand signals they needed to know, so as to cue me [the driver] whether to continue straight on, return home, speed up, slow down and so on. When we got back to our shoreline campsite after the second round, I asked which of them wanted to learn how to handle the boat. Eric volunteered, so I told him to hop aboard. I went through each of steps with him checking to be sure the outdrive was clear of debris, starting up the blower motor first to clear out any fumes, being sure the gear shift was in neutral, starting the engine . . . and so forth. I had him drive slowly at first, then picking up speed and making different turns. We talked about how to pull a skier from a starting position on the beach, how to approach the beach area watching for other boats, what to do if there were other boats in the area, and other stuff that I thought he needed to know. I had him practice a couple of times and spent close to a half an hour being sure to cover all the bases. When we got back to shore, I asked him and Jerry if they wouldn't mind giving me a good long ski ride, way across the lake and back which would be about 20 miles. There still wasn't much traffic on the lake and, in fact, no traffic at all after about a mile or so out into the water. They were happy to oblige. Eric noticed I was in the shallow water starting to put on not just one ski, but both of them. Hey Patrick, he said, what gives? I thought you hated double-skiing . You've been single-skiing for the last 5 years! I nodded and said, Yeah, I know . . .but I've got something in mind. You'll see.

 

So, they hopped into the boat, and Jerry went through the routine I had shown him. He started the engine, put it in gear, then slowly tightened the ski rope. When I was positioned I gave him the Hit it signal, whereupon he gave the engine full throttle. Since I knew what I was doing [like in my sleep, almost] I was quickly on top of the water and speeding along at about 30 mph which is where I had told Eric to hold it. I could hardly believe how smooth the water still was. Usually a stiff breeze starts up around 9 or 10, but not this morning. A beautiful, perfect day, all around. While I knew I was on water skis, I could hardly feel any wave action beneath me. And the only sound was of the water spray created by the skis. Given the perfect conditions, the stage was set for my plan [or, more accurately, what I hoped I could do]. We were about 2 miles out from shore when my mind went to work and started giving my cock instructions! I was feeling especially horny since I hadn't jacked off for a whole day, and in less than a minute my erection made a visible tent in my swim trunks. Under normal circumstances I might not have gotten a hard on but, since the ski ride was totally effortless, just gliding along behind the boat with nothing to think or worry about, getting hard was easy! Holding the ski rope handle with my left hand I lowered my swim trunks, dropping them just to the point where they were straddling my knees, all the while holding my feet and legs at just the right distance so that the swim trunks wouldn't drop any lower [and likely getting caught up in the rushing water, which would have tripped me up]. Now in position I began stroking my fully erect hard on. Jerry, who was my appointed spotter in the boat, was waving and laughing . . . and of course yelling to his brother to turn around for a second to see what I was doing. Jerry would gesture every so often, laughing and talking to his brother, although I had no idea what he was saying at the time, since any talking or yelling would be drowned out by the boat engine and the sound of the boat moving through the water. And, just in case they thought about slowing down I gave Jerry a hand signal to maintain speed and direction. I had fun stroking my cock for what seemed like 10 minutes but I'm guessing it was no more than 5 and then started feeling the tell-tale signs of that first orgasm. Wow. I felt the sudden burst of my little volcano, and in the next half minute or so ended up ejaculating several ropes of cum. Given my water speed, the wind was immediately catching my cum and splattering my chest with it. To say that this was an incredible, unbelievable feeling would be an understatement. Euphoria would be closer. When I started wanking I hadn't even thought of looking around to see if any other boats were in the vicinity. I was lost in the moment, intent on making my exhibition a memorable one. Once I had finished spurting cum it occurred to me to take a quick look about, and as luck would have it there wasn't a boat in sight. I've always wondered, since that time, how I might have reacted had there been a couple of boats nearby . . . and pacing us so they could catch the sights! By this time Eric had pulled me across the lake [or sea, technically] and had made the turn back for our home base. After enjoying the sun and exposure for a short while, and letting my cock soften to a semi-flacid state, I pulled my swim trunks back up and enjoyed the rest of the easy-going ride back home. What I remember of the next 8 or 9 mile ride back to our camp was feeling totally free, relaxed, and almost euphoric. There's never been another time like it, before or since. Once I was on shore and my buddies eased the boat up onto the sand beach, they both kidded me about the wild-and-weird exhibition I had given them . . . and were absolutely amazed that I was able to pull it off [no pun intended]. I reminded them that I had been skiing for about 9 years, and given the smooth water conditions [and no other boats in the vicinity] it was a piece of cake. And, in fact, I told both of them that they could do it as well, if they wanted to. Neither of them took me up on it during the entire weekend, as it turns out, if for no other reason than that they didn't possess quite the exhibitionist streak that I seem to have developed once I started feeling comfortable with my own body. At any rate, since my secret plan that morning worked out much to my amazement and delight l started getting a few other ideas about what might be possible if I were to have a short getaway with friends. It wasn't long and my next plan came about . .. but that's for another story here. We did some more skiing as the day wore on, but by the end of the day, shortly after eating dinner, we were all so exhausted that we decided to climb into the tent and get an early start on the next day. Before getting to sleep, though, we spent a while talking about the event of the day and, happily, the conversation helped loosen up my buddies. Jerry grew a boner first, followed by me, then Eric . . . and we agreed we were all horny enough that we had to jack off before going to sleep. Interestingly, each of the brothers suspected the other jacked off, but had been too bashful to bring up the subject with the other person. So, for the next day and on the drive back home, the three of us pulled out our cocks and jacked off whenever the urge arose which averaged about once every 5 hours, as I recall! I told my dad that my buddies and I had a terrific time skiing, but I never told him about certain events of the weekend, especially since he was against masturbation, and in fact had given me a short lecture about it when I turned 12 [the lecture fell on deaf ears, I hasten to add, once I discovered what it was all about!]. But, I did thank him for having confidence in me to borrow the boat and take a short trip with it. This lead to many more weekends and one-week vacations with the boat during and after my senior year and, much later on, it lead to my purchasing a ski boat for my own family when we eventually bought a lakeside cottage in the northwest.

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