While Snorkling

I've always loved ************ outdoors. When I started doing it aged 12 it was mostly due to lack of privacy at home, but still enjoyed doing it. At a later age it was more of an opportunistic thing, I wouldn't go out to ********** outdoor, but every now and then I would find myself in a position to do so and would use the opportunity.

When I was 21 I was living with family friends in NJ while I was there for study. That summer they had a holiday planned for themselves, and they were kind enough to invite me to come along, flights paid and everything, to Bermuda for 5 days. We spent our days riding around on scooters, swimming in the ocean or hotel pool, drinking poolside cocktails, and did quite a bit of snorkling in that beautiful and crystal clear 25 degrees celsius ocean water.

One day we rode our scooters to this nice sheltered beach, which was fairly quiet, to go for a snorkel. The mom and daughter stayed behind on the beach, while the dad and his 11 y/o son and me went for a snorkel around the corals. We had to swim through the sheltered bay area through rocky outcrops to get to the open ocean to do some snorkling and see something worthwhile, as the bay area itself was a bit bare.

I was wearing baggy swim shorts, and the waistband was a bit too big and not very elastic. It sat low on my hips when not in the water, and while swimming the shorts would float up around my waste. The fabric was rubbing against my penis and I was starting to get hard quite quickly. I had experienced this problem on a few other occasions but was able to distract myself and make it go back down. Since I hadn't *** in few days though it stayed hard as rock this time. Because my erect **** points diagonally up it wasn't really all that noticeable to anyone else if they bothered to look, but looking down at myself I could see my **** through the gap between my stomach and wasteband.

I was really rather enjoying the hardon, the constant rubbing of the fabric against it, and the somewhat naughty feeling of swimming with others with a raging hardon. We were the only 3 people out there snorkeling, and I was starting to think how I wish I was there by myself, and could have just had a **** right there while snorkeling. Unfortunately I wasn't, and with the crystal clear water I couldn't let myself wander off far enough to not be seen. I was really quite turned on now, and was starting to worry about what to do when we got back and having to get out of the water, my hardon would have stuck out like a sore thumb.

After about 10 minutes snorkeling with a hardon and realising I had to do something, I saw a good opportunity. There was rocky outcrop that came up, and the dad and his son went around the left (ocean side), and I decided to go around the right closer to the coast. When we got to the other side there was a good 20 meters between us, and further to my right I saw an entrance between rocks, with a smaller corridor, and decided to go there to investigate. Another 10 meters in there was a right turn, and I found myself in a shallow dead end, about 3 meters wide, and 5 meters long. I was completely sheltered from surroundings, no view to the open ocean, no people visible on the coast, the sun beaming down giving those beautiful reflections in the water. It was about 1.5 meters deep, and had a soft sandy bottom, and tropical fish swimming all around.

I realised this was a now or never moment, and didn't hesitate long. I leaned back a bit, letting my body float and my feet touching the sand, and I quickly opened the velcro zipper and took my **** out, and started going at it as hard as I could. I couldn't see if anyone had decided to follow me, and that paranoid feeling really heightens the sensations. I had positioned my body sideways, this way I could keep an eye on the entrance, without fully exposing myself should someone suddenly come around the corner. My eyes kept darting between the entrance and the glorious sight of my bare **** in my hand. It was like ************ in a tropical fishtank!

It must have taken me no more than 30 seconds before I started *******. Anyone who has *** underwater knows what it would have looked like, long white strands of *** suspended in the water, swaying back and forth with the movements of the ocean, one strand following after the other until I was finished. I quickly put my **** away, and for a moment I could marvel at the sight, before some of the fish around me started picking at it as though it was food, which I thought was quite funny. Just standing there in a cloud of *** strings looked so obvious though, that I panicked a bit and quickly got out of there before someone else did swim in on me and would have put 1 and 1 together.

I made my way back out and found that the dad and his son hadn't progressed much from where I saw them last, and rejoined them where we snorkeled around for another 20 minutes or so before we made it back.

To this day this is my most memorable outdoor ************ experience. I think, but I'm not sure, it was Tobacco Bay where it happened, and would love to go back there one day and do it again.
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May 21, 2012