The Lake
An SPH Experience by LeftistLady.
I remember the nervous laughter as we stripped down. Everyone is trying not to stare, but everyone is staring anyway. My boyfriend was the first one to get fully naked, which surprised me. He’s usually so shy about his body, especially his dick. But I think he wanted to prove something, to act confident.
The thing is, confidence only works if the evidence backs it up.
When he stood there, completely bare, his soft cock was just this little nub barely visible above his balls. I’d seen it a thousand times, of course. I knew exactly what he was working with—maybe two inches soft, four hard on a good day. But seeing it in that context, next to other guys, made it look even smaller somehow.
The other girls from our group got naked too, and it was interesting to see how different everyone looked. But my eyes kept drifting to the guys, comparing them without meaning to.
And then Mark took off his shorts.
Mark was the guy everyone looked up to. Captain of the soccer team, always had a girlfriend, always had a story about some party or some hookup. He carried himself like he owned every room he walked into. When he pulled his shorts down, I heard one of the other girls let out this tiny gasp before catching herself.
His dick was thick and long, even soft. Hanging there, swinging slightly as he walked toward the water, easily double what my boyfriend had—maybe more. I couldn’t stop staring.
He caught me looking and just grinned, that cocky smile he always wore. “First time at a nudist beach?” he asked, like he hadn’t noticed my eyes glued to his crotch.
“Yeah,” I managed to say.
“Don’t worry. You get used to it after a while.” He stretched, deliberately showing off his body, then jogged into the water.
—
The whole dynamic shifted after that day. We started going to the lake every weekend, sometimes twice a week. And every time, Mark made sure to be the center of attention. He’d walk around with his dick swinging, make jokes about being naked, and flirt with everyone regardless of gender or relationship status.
My boyfriend would try to keep up. He’d stand tall, act casual, make his own jokes. But I could see him wilting inside every time Mark got a laugh or a lingering glance. And I could see the other people’s eyes automatically going to Mark’s crotch when he walked by, then glancing at my boyfriend and quickly looking away.
One afternoon, we were all sitting on blankets, passing around a bottle of wine someone had smuggled in. Mark was lying on his back, not bothering to cover himself, his semi-hard cock resting against his thigh. It was clearly starting to stiffen up, probably from the sun, the wine, and the attention.
My boyfriend was sitting next to me, his legs drawn up, his hands covering his lap, even though we were all supposed to be comfortable being naked. He wasn’t hard. He never got hard in public, not once in all those trips.
“Hey,” Mark said, propping himself up on his elbows. “Why don’t we play a game? Truth or dare. Naked edition. Well, we’re already naked, so… truth or dare it is.”
Everyone agreed. It was stupid and fun, the kind of thing you do when you’re young and drunk and surrounded by naked friends.
The questions started innocently enough. Who have you hooked up with? What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex? But then it was Mark’s turn, and he looked directly at me.
“Truth or dare?”
“Truth,” I said, because I knew better than to pick a dare with him.
“Who in this group would you most want to fuck, excluding your boyfriend?”
The question landed like a bomb. My boyfriend stiffened beside me, and I could feel everyone staring. I tried to laugh it off, said something about not wanting to answer that, but Mark just kept pushing.
“Come on, it’s just a game. We’re all adults here.”
I looked at my boyfriend. He was staring at the ground, his face red. I looked at Mark, sprawled out on his blanket, his cock now fully hard and jutting up, long and thick and impossible to ignore.
“Pass,” I said finally.
Mark shrugged. “Fine. My turn. Truth.”
One of the other girls asked him, “What’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen?”
He laughed. “Mine, obviously. But I haven’t seen everyone’s yet.” He looked around the circle slowly, letting his eyes linger on each guy. When he got to my boyfriend, he stopped. “Some of you are more… modest than others.”
My boyfriend pulled his knees up tighter.
—
That night, back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. About Mark. About the way he looked lying there, completely comfortable in his own skin, his big dick just hanging out like it was nothing special. About the way everyone watched him, flirted with him, wanted him.
I looked at my boyfriend sleeping next to me, his small frame curled up, his face peaceful. I loved him. I did. But I couldn’t pretend I hadn’t noticed the difference. Couldn’t pretend that watching Mark strut around with that huge cock didn’t make me feel something I’d never felt with my boyfriend.
The next time we went to the lake, I sat next to Mark instead of my boyfriend.
He noticed immediately. He always noticed everything. “Trouble in paradise?” he asked, low enough that only I could hear.
“No,” I said. “Just wanted a change of scenery.”
He grinned. “I’m good scenery.”
I didn’t disagree.
We talked for a while, about school, about the lake, about nothing important. But his hand kept brushing against my thigh, casual touches that lingered a second too long. My boyfriend was watching from the other blanket, trying to pretend he wasn’t, failing miserably.
At one point, Mark stood up to get more wine, and his cock swung right in front of my face. Fully soft, but still thick and long, the head peeked out from the foreskin. He didn’t apologize. Didn’t even acknowledge it. Just stood there, giving me a perfect view, before walking away.
I felt my face flush. Between my legs, I was wet.
—
That was the moment I knew something had changed. I started comparing them constantly, even when I didn’t want to. When my boyfriend kissed me, I wondered what Mark’s lips would feel like. When we had sex, I closed my eyes and imagined the weight of Mark’s body on top of mine, imagined that huge cock stretching me open, filling me in ways my boyfriend never could.
We were at the lake last week, the last trip before summer ended. Mark and I were in the water together, away from the group. My boyfriend was on shore, talking to someone, not paying attention.
“You know,” Mark said, treading water beside me, “I’ve noticed you looking at me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He laughed. “Sure you don’t. It’s fine. I’m flattered.” He moved closer, his foot brushing against my leg underwater. “I’ve been looking at you, too.”
I should have pulled away. I should have gone back to shore. But I didn’t.
“Your boyfriend’s a lucky guy,” he said. “But I think he knows he’s out of his league.”
“He loves me.”
“I’m sure he does. That doesn’t change the facts.” He reached out and touched my arm, light as a whisper. “You ever wonder what it would be like? With someone who could actually satisfy you?”
I didn’t answer. But I didn’t say no.
—
My boyfriend asked me on the drive home if something was wrong. I said I was just tired. He believed me. He always believes me. He trusts me, because he has no reason not to.
But I spent that night lying awake, thinking about Mark’s hard cock, thinking about how it would feel inside me, thinking about how small my boyfriend would look next to him.
I don’t think I’m a bad person. But I know I want things my boyfriend can’t give me. And I know that, eventually, I’m going to have to make a choice.
The nudist lake trips are over for the summer. But Mark and I exchanged numbers. And he’s already texted me to ask if I want to hang out sometime.
Just the two of us.
I haven’t replied yet.
But I will.
The End.
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