One Wednesday, several summers ago, it was really hot, in the 90+ range, and I didn't feel like going to work so I took the day off to go hiking in the nearby Black Hills. I dressed for the occasion: grey tank top, hiking boots, socks, camo hiking shorts and underneath, a Bike swimmer jock.
I had read about a local secluded swimming hole but didn't know where it was until I stumbled across someone's directions. I decided to check it out.
Finding it was easy enough and it was truly really secluded. There was a small clearing off of a forestry service road that was for parking. No one was there. The swimming hole was at the bottom of a ravine that required hiking down a steep trail through the forest. 20 minutes later, I was standing at the base of a deep pool surrounded by granite boulders and fed by a small waterfall. Several smaller pools were at various intervals along the creek.
I found a place to access the pool and quickly stripped down to my jock. After swimming around for a while, I took off the jock and laid it on a rock to dry. I spent the next few hours alternating between paddling around the pool and sunning myself on a flat boulder. Every once in a while, I thought I heard voices, but I never saw anyone. I would have welcomed any company, m or f, to send some quality naked time with.
The time came to leave. I put my jock back on and decided to hike back to the car in just my jock. After putting my socks and boots back on, I set off on the trail. Except it wasn't the trail. I hadn't really paid any attention to the trail on my way down so after hiking up the incline I realized I wasn't on the trail. I continued up the incline finally reaching the top. I looked around and nothing looked familiar. I took a few minutes to get my bearings and set off to what I thought was the east. A few minutes later, I topped a rise and there below was my car. And several others. And a group of about 20 college age kids that were getting ready to hike down the trail. There I was, standing above them, wearing only my jock and boots. They all looked up, staring at me. I waved and yelled "The water's great! Have fun!" and started down towards them. They waved back and yelled "Thanks, we will!" and then started down the trail.
Once back to my car, I redressed, and set off back down the road. I was curious as to what they were all doing so I turned around and drove back. I hiked back down the trail, trying to be as quiet as possible, until the pool came into view through the trees. Most were in the pool, some wearing swimming trunks and bikinis, and some nude. The others were sunning on the boulders, a few of them nude as well. I debated about joining them but talked myself out of it. I hiked back up the trail, this time not getting lost, and returned home. All in all, a very enjoyable experience.
The only detrimental result of my hike wearing only a jock? A case of poison ivy on my legs, groin and ass, lol.
