This is one from my very early teens. When I was young my parents never allowed me to swim for modesty reasons & I suspect their own fear of water as well. They were strictly religious & I had to always be dressed in my best clothes at all times. I was never allowed to wear jeans, tracksuits, shorts or any relaxed clothing. It always had to be heavy winter clothing. Even in summer I would usually wear underwear and singlet, turtle neck skivvy underneath a long sleeved winter dress shirt with double pockets that had flaps over them & a button down Oxford collar and heavy thick winter corduroy dress trousers with a satin lining. I usually wore a heavy woollen sweater as well. Although in summer I sometimes was allowed to wear a sleeveless woollen vest over my long sleeved shirt & skivvy. I always had to wear socks & leather dress shoes at all times. It really sucked when we went on picnics near the water & the other children would be allowed to go swimming but I wasn't. I could only watch them having fun & cooling off whilst I sweated & sweltered wearing my best winter clothing.

One very hot Sunday after church we were planning to picnic at a lake with a little beach. It was a funny sort of a day because it was in mid spring & the weather had been a bit up & down. The morning had started out a bit cool after a cold spell had passed through our town previously so of course my mother had over reacted when deciding what clothing I would be wearing. It was my usual winter clothing as previously described. She was insisting that I wore a heavy woollen hand knitted sweater. It was brand new & very hot & itchy. It was a dreadful thick & heavy multi coloured affair. I argued the case that the weather report on the radio had announced that the day was expected to warm up quite dramatically & hot summer like temperatures were to be expected from mid morning onwards. She wouldn't budge because my aunt had made this dreadful woolly thing & would be attending church & later the picnic It would have to be worn all day.

After the church service we arrived at the lake for our picnic. It had by now become quite hot so many of the children & young people went in swimming. As usual I pleaded to be allowed to join them but was refused permission. "You know the answer. You are not to go near the water. You are wearing your best clothes & I dont want you you to get them wet or sandy. Besides you are not dressed for swimming." She sternly told me."Couldn't I just bath in my trousers only? They will dry out before we go home." Definitely not. No way. They are very expensive corduroy dress trousers. They would be ruined if they got wet. No bathing. I won't tell you again." I asked if I could remove my shoes & socks & just have little paddle in the water. I could roll up my trouser legs a little bit & just get my feet wet. "No.You are to keep away from the water & I want you to keep your shoes & socks on. There may be broken glass about. Anyway I want everyone to see how nicely dressed you are wearing your lovely new clothes" I asked if I could at least remove my sweater & again the answer was no.

By this time I was really hot & sweaty & my turtleneck skivvy & winter long sleeved shirt clad armpits were already quite wet. One of the church familys mother had been watching all this unfold. She approached my mother. " I dont know why you never let him swim. He must be so hot having to wear all that heavy winter clothing. Hes not exactly dressed for a day at the beach is he? I'll ask the other mothers if they have a spare bathing suit or even some shorts."

She bussled off to speak to the other parents. My mother shook her head & said, "I wish she would mind her own business." One of the mothers told us that her child wasn't interested in going swimming if we wanted to borrow his shiny light blue Speedo bathing briefs we would be more than welcome. I would normally have said no because I was so self conscious about my body image however I would have jumped at the chance to wear these swimming. Thats how hot & sweaty I was. I was never allowed to wear shorts let alone bathing briefs, particularly these little shiny ones. My mother thought that long dress shorts were immodest let alone these things that resembled shiny underpants.
I had pleaded many times just to be allowed to wear the knee length dress shorts but the answer was always no. I had even been offered a pair of these formal dress shorts that extended just below the knees to wear bathing. I felt a little ray of hope. Maybe for once my mother would give in to peer pressure and let me go bathing or at least wear these without going bathing. They were still too immodest. My mother thanked her but still declined the offer. I was stuck wearing my hot winter Sunday best church clothes. I gave up in disgust.

As soon as she started talking to the other adults I snuck away for a little walk. I noticed a little jetty & walked out to the end of it. I stood sadly leaning on the hand rail looking out at the water & envying the people bathing. I started to fantasise about what it would be like if I just let myself fall in the water wearing all these clothes complete with shoes & socks. What would it be like if I just tumbled straight into the water dressed like this right now. What would it feel like to be treading water wearing all these clothes. I wasn't allowed to remove my stupid woolly sweater so I'd be wearing that & my singlet, turtleneck skivvy & thick long sleeved winter button up dress shirt in the water as well as my leather dress shoes with my thick winter socks on too. What a shame if I just 'accidentally fell in'. Imagine that how good would feel to be cool & wet. Would these trousers go darker & become shiny? Would they cling to my legs. A strange feeling that I didnt understand came over me. I didnt realise it but I was beginning to feel horny & a bulge was forming in my trousers.

It didn't help that at this point I noticed some really hot bikini clad girls & couldn't stop staring at them. They were absolutely gorgeous. I was transfixed at the sight of these beautiful beings & suddenly seeing all this nice brown skin. The words of the church services came to mind regarding the pleasures of the flesh. My trousers were now standing out at the front.
Suddenly they caught me watching them & swam over giggling. They said to me that I should strip down to my underpants & have a swim. I told them that I wasn't allowed to & they said that I should just go in as I was fully clothed." Look at him" They said, " He's wearing a turtleneck skivvy underneath his long sleeved winter dress shirt. You can see it underneath his winter shirt how nice & nerdy hes got his shirt collar arranged. How uncool & old fashioned. Don't you have any surf wear? No one goes to the beach dressed like that. You must be so hot. You should just dive into the water right now. Go on. I dare you. Go in as you are & get those nerdy clothes wet. Are you worried about the cold? Are you a mummies boy? You'll be nice & warm in all those clothes, the best bathing suit ever, no matter how uncool.Come on mummies boy. I dare you to enter the water. fully clothed. I felt quite embarrassed that my shirt collar was visible as two nerdy triangles. I felt like Richie Cunningham from Happy Days. I suddenly felt very aroused at this suggestion & it was all I could do to stop myself from just jumping in to the water with all my clothes on right there & then. Looking back on it I really should have just plunged straight in without removing a thing, shoes & socks, woolly sweater, absolutely everything. At that time though I believed it really wasn't an option so I restrained myself with great difficulty.
By this time I was getting very hard & feeling really aroused by the fact that they were so hot & wet. Everyone was wearing bathing briefs & were allowed to be wet whereas I was wearing underpants briefs underneath my Sunday best. Unfortunately though I knew I had to stay dry. Although this was annoying the contrast was quite sexually arousing because it was forbidden to enter the water fully clothed let alone indulge in any sexual activity with these honeys. My briefs were bulging at the thought of this concept.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed that there was a small rowboat tied to the jetty however & I thought that if I wasn't allowed to swim then I could still join the people bathing by using the boat & staying dry. I climbed aboard & untied the rope. It only had one paddle so I paddled out to the swimmers. They all cheered me on. When I caught up with them some of the boys started rocking the boat & chanting, "Tip him out. Tip him out!!" I would have loved to be tipped out into that inviting cool water but I discouraged them from doing so. I would have been in so much trouble for going into the water fully clothed & bathing in my best church clothes. Other that the occasional splash I stayed dry that day but had fun in the little boat chatting to the girls.

Eventually my mother appeared on the jetty yelling & screaming, "Oh my Lord! Those are your best clothes! If they get wet! You've got your shoes & socks on too. Get out of that boat immediately & come here right now!!." A thought occurred to me I should've just dived straight into the water as I was fully clothed with my shoes and socks on & swum over to to Mother dearest. After all she did tell me to get out of that boat immediately didn't she. To this day I regret not doing that. I should have just dived straight in without removing a thing,
shoes, socks, heavy corduroydresstrousers, turtleneckskivvy, long sleeved checked winter dress shirt & stupid sweater, everthing.I was wearing. I guess when you're so young your parents are all powerful. Looking back on it it would have been worth a belting.I was so angry & embarrassed by her performance that it would have been great revenge to enter the water fully clothed wearing my brand new clothes complete with shoes & socks. However I meekly complied because I would've copped a belting for performing such a forbidden act.

After saying my farewells we returned home. Now I know many of you will say that this story is a massive anti climax because I didn't get wet or messy but the point is that having to stay clean & dry while others don't can be such a turn on as well. Especially the fact that although they're wearing bathing briefs & bathing my underpants briefs must remain dry at all times underneath my heavy winter clothing & conservative well groomed appearance. Eventually you can stand it no longer & suddenly & spontaneously you just dive into the water going in as you are with everything on. Hopefully you'll understand & enjoy this concept because this is how the naughty forbidden nature of getting your good clothes wet & messy is preserved for all time. Cheers, Winter Woolly Wetboy.