Hi fellow wet lookers.
This is my first post so please forgive any etiquette or format rule breaches as I'm still learning & I'm not too tech savvy. This is my first story. It's called Early days.

I became a wet looker I believe because I came from a strictly religious family who frowned upon swimming due to modesty concerns. I think they were also a little frightened of water because as far as I could tell they were non swimmers. The only reason I learnt to swim is because I would be sent to stay with family friends who taught me to swim. My parents soon put a stop to this however & it became apparent early on that I would never be allowed to swim even though I love water. We would go to places by the water for picnics & in the summer I would see people swimming & ask for permission to also go swimming. The answer was always no & I eventually gave up asking. It was extremely frustrating.

Because the winters were cold I was always overdressed. Even in summer I was forced to wear heavy conservative winter clothing It was always my Sunday best in case members of the church saw me. & I would swelter in great discomfort. I was never allowed to wear jeans, Sweatpants,T shirts, shorts, swimwear or even sandles. My clothing was as follows. Underpants & singlet, turtle neck skivvy, long sleeved button up winter dress shirt, sleeveless sweater, heavy woollen winter sweater, Heavy lined corduroy dress trousers with leather belt & matching leather dress shoes, winter socks & on top of this I wore a heavy winter hooded fur lined coat. I also had a Woolly scarf & beanie. I could only remove the coat, scarf & beanie on hot days. It had to be very hot to be able to remove the heavy jumper. The skivvy, long sleeved button up dress shirt & sleeveless sweater had to stay on even on really hot days. I would absolutely sweat on these days & it wasn't easy watching my friends having so much fun as well as being cool.

I think it's because it's so forbidden for children to get their clothes wet in Europe. That's why it seems so naughty and that's why I think I became such a wetlooker.
Even from an early age I fantasized about entering the water fully clothed. A strange feeling always came over me when had these what I now understand to be "arousing thoughts"
Once I pretended to slip on an icy path & ' accidentally' fell into a frozen river dressed in the aforementioned full winter clothing even the heavy coat, scarf & beanie with fleece lined sheepskin gloves absolutely everything including shoes & socks. I was also wearing a full set of merino wool long John thermal underwear suit underneath & a full yellow plastic rain suit over every thing. This made eight layers of clothing. Because I was only a young boy & I was silly enough to believe that the full plastic rain suit complete with plastic gloves covers & shoe covers would mean my clothes would stay dry underneath if I should 'accidentally fall' into the river. I thought I could swim fully immersed & fully clothed & my clothes would stay dry underneath because the yellow rain suit had elasticated cuffing on the wrists & ankles & so did the glove & shoe covers. The front had double zippers & the hood could be pulled tightly around my face with an adjustable cord. I had it all planned out. I really did believe that my clothes & shoes would remain completely dry even though I would be bathing in the river.

I came to an unfenced section where I though it would be shallow enough to stand on a little underwater ledge & be immersed up to my neck in the cold water. My parents were busy chatting to their friends & failed to notice how far I'd slipped behind. It was time to stage my 'accidental slip' on the icy river bank. At the last moment however I panicked & tried to stop myself slipping down the bank & falling into the river but it was too late & my shoes took off like skates on the icy, slippery river bank. There was no way I could stop myself now although I did try. It was too late & I was going in. I hit the water with a huge splash that shattered the lightly iced water making a huge hole. I'll never forget that feeling as I briefly went under the surface & saw the murky greeny brown underwater filled with bubbles. The cold water slammed my breath away & I think I felt stunned & shocked at the same time. I had completely misjudged my landing & missed the little ledge. The water was much deeper than I had realised & I couldn't even see let alone touch the bottom. I floated back up & bobbed about because of some trapped air in my suit.

It felt fantastic although extremely cold. I was exultant because for a few seconds my suit seemed completely watertight & I thought it wouldn't leak. I really thought I'd gotten away with being in the water fully clothed but staying dry. It started out as a few tiny trickles & at first I didnt worry too much because I thought that I could have a quick dog paddle & then get out remaining reasonably dry & getting away with my little swim having only got my gloves a little damp but then the water poured in through my sleeves, neck & ankles with cold ferocity. I started to panic when I realised I had started to drifted out a fair way into the deep river & my layers were by now filling fast. I knew how to tread water & dog paddle because my aunty had secretly taught me those basic survival skills before my mother put a stop to all water & bathing activities.
I dog paddled furiously towards the bank but that made everything worse by flooding in more water. 'Oh my God! I'm not gonna make it before all my clothes get completely wet. I'll get into so much trouble'. By now all my layers were completely filled with water & it made it very hard to dog paddle. I did notice that I really loved the feeling of the water pressing in on my thick winter clothing despite the freezing cold & my dire predicament. I might as well enjoy it because it was too late now.

I was very very wet & fully clothed dog paddling in the river. For the fist time in my life I had gone into the water with all my clothes on. I finally reached the bank & tried to climb out by clutching the plants however everything was so slippery & my suit was bulging & completely filled with water. It was pouring out everywhere & my heavy winter clothing was much more heavy now that it was completely saturated. I would get halfway up, lose my grip & plunge backwards into the river.

Finally a group of my father's friends saw me in the river & after much yelling amongst themselves they got me to hang onto a tree branch & then they hauled me out. My rain suit was covered in mud & my mother was shrieking in panic while my father was belting me & bellowing with rage & embarrassment. Water was pouring out of my sleeves & plastic trouser legs. My father dragged me over to an easily accessible part of the river & made me rinse off my plastic suit. I did this & returned to the concrete pathway. By now a policeman had appeared & my plastic suit & heavy sopping wet coat was removed. I noticed with pleasure how heavy it was & how lots of water was pouring out of it as it was being taken away. I was shocked to briefly see my completely saturated winter clothing. I was amazed at the way my thick lined corduroy dress trousers had wrinkled up & were clinging tightly to my legs they were quite shiny. My heavy woollen sweater was stretched & resembled a woollen mini skirt. My brand new leather shoes squelched & squeaked with the sopping wet heavy winter socks filling them up with dirty water squeezing out with every step I took. 'Look at your brand new shoes & clothes!' My poor mother screamed, 'Look at your sweater. Look what you've done to your best clothes, Absolutely saturated & dirty. Mud everywhere. You are in so much trouble young man.' I was looking alright & I thought they looked great.

I was wrapped in huge thick woollen blankets & brought home. I was put under a hot shower fully clothed which I didn't mind one bit. I explored the way I could puff up & inflate my shirts & pants before I was told to scrub out the mud & dirty river water. I was then dressed in fresh underwear & thermal long Johns then long flannelette winter pyjamas. I was belted again and sent straight to bed with no dinner.
As I lay in bed thinking about the days events I noticed a strange feeling coming over me & the fact that my tiny little willy had suddenly stiffened. I didn't realise it back then but I was sexually turned on by entering the water fully clothed especially wearing my shoes & socks as too.

Years later as a teenager on one hot summers day we were at a church picnic & all the kids were able to swim except for me. I still had my winter clothes on. I was only able to remove the heavy woolly sweater but had to keep the sleeveless sweater on over my long sleeved winter dress shirt & turtle neck skivvy. Of course I had to wear the corduroy trousers with shoes & socks so I was still very hot.

One of the mothers that we knew from the church group came over to speak to my mother. She said that she was concerned about me being so overdressed and hot. She said to my mother that my clothing wasnt exactly summer beach wear. She couldn't imagine seeing my clothes for sale in a surf shop could she? All her children were swimming in the water and having fun she showed my mother a pair of those shiny little green nylon football shorts with two little
yellow stripes down both extremely short legs and a comfortable looking elastic waist band with a draw string. It would have been much more comfortable than wearing my heavy corduroy trousers with a thick leather belt. She offered to lend them to us if I should wish to go swimming. My mother gave her a dirty look and told her that I was definitely not allowed to go swimming and I would certainly not be wearing little immodest shorts such as those. "He would be almost naked wearing them. No he can stay dressed as he is thankyou. He isn't allowed to go anywhere near the water and certainly not to go bathing." She then compounded my suffering by arranging my hair & rubbing a small spot off my face. I asked if I could borrow them and just wear them without going swimming. Of course my mother's answer was in the negative.
Another couple then stepped forward and told us that they lived nearby. They offered to go home and get some knee length dark grey school shorts that were quite formal and could be regarded as dress shorts. These would be much more modest & could be worn with shoes and socks along with my long sleeve shirt & turtle neck skivvy. I would not be allowed to go bathing but at least dressed this way I would feel a little cooler. My mother also declined this offer & told them angrily that she doesn't allow her son to wear shorts or go anywhere near water. She told all those well intentioned people that their children were dressed immodestly & berated them for risking their childrens lives by allowing them to go into the water. They shook their heads & walked away so I resigned myself to being hot and sweaty for the foreseeable future.

I went for a walk along the jetty where I saw some hot bikini clad girls a bit older than me. I was watching them & fantasising about just jumping in right then & there with all my clothes on. Just imagine that. I wouldn't remove a thing. Not even my shoes, socks. I could be wearing both my stupid hot sweaters as well. I would treading water wearing all my hot heavy winter clothing alongside these beautiful bikini clad girls. We would all be laughing madly & I would look a complete fool but then again I already did. Yes saw it all in my mind I did however realise that it was definitely out of the question.

A very noticeable bulge had formed in my trousers but I didn't think that they would be able to see it. It turned out that I was wrong & they swam over & told me that a cold shower or swim would fix that. I was embarrassed but horny at the same time.
They climbed out of the water & came over to say hello. I nervously returned the greeting & we struck up a conversation. One of the girls turned to the others & said," He's rather nice looking isnt he?" They all giggled & my face turned bright red. "I think he likes us too" she said looking at my tent polling trousers. By now they were all inspecting my manhood. I tried to will it into not being swollen but the sound of her voice was enough to make it swell more than it had ever done before. There was no hiding it.
Suddenly she reached over & gently rubbed it a few times. " Oh my God look at it. Maybe you do need a cold shower or even a swim. Would you like to come swimming with us?" That sentence spoken in her sexy voice made me even more aroused. "You are so overdressed. You must be hot as hell. Those clothes are so uncool & out of fashion. They're not exactly beach clothes are they? Did you bring your bathing costume?" Sadly I shook my head." I can't go swimming with you. I'm not allowed to go in the water." They rolled their eyes "Oh wow thats weird... Is it your parents? "I nodded in the direction of my parents. "Hmm" She said."Theyre not looking at the moment. Why don't you just strip down to your undies & jump in? They won't know." I would have loved to do that because I felt so hot & sweaty but I was too self conscious to be seen in public wearing only my underpants. Again I shook my head & my shoulders slumped dejectly.

"Fuck it boy. If you're too scared to be seen in your underpants you could take off everything except you pants & swim in those". Again I shook my head sadly. " Alright then if you dont want anyone to see your skinny white body then why not just go in as you are? Just jump in with your clothes on. Go on I dare, shoes & all. It would be so funny to see that. Go on I dare you Mummys boy. Its so bloody hot that your gonna eventually dry out. It doesn't really matter if you spend the day in wet clothes does it?" I shook my head again. "No I couldn't. I'd get into so much trouble". They started to chant, "In you go. In you go." I was weakening. Maybe I could 'accidentally' fall in. It would be all my fantasys coming true & I was so hot. No I couldn't do that. Last time I did that as a little kid I was punished big time. No I'd better just be a good boy & stay dry.

I had had my back to the water while they were talking to me & the now the stage was set.They moved forward quickly & surrounded me on three sides. The girl that had been doing much of the talking suddenly ripped off her bikini top completely exposing a beautiful pair of lovely round white breasts. Her hard nipples were pointing at just the right angles. She moved them towards me & although I was shocked I was hardening right up. I sort of lost all sense & didn't quite know how to respond. The others were laughing by now & another bikini top was removed. I swallowed nervously licking my dry lips. 'I'll bet youve never seen anythingl ike these before Mummys boy'. She continued. to move forward & I stepped back nervously. I stumbled & lost my balance. I desperately tried to recover my footing. There was absolutely no way I could fall into that water. I would be in so much trouble. At this point she had decided that I was going swimming.
Suddenly she gave me a big shove. I was completely unprepared & fell backwards. With a shock & a thrill I realised that I was going in. Time seemed to stand still as I was falling backwards through the air in slow motion. I hit the water with a huge fully clothed splash. Because I had fallen from a height I went right under the water before resurfacing & suddenly needing to tread water. It felt so lovely, refreshing & cool to feel the water trickling into my innermost layers. I was in shock & at first I panicked. My parents were going to kill me. I was actually in the water with my best clothes on & my best dress shoes & socks & woollen sleeveless sweater vest. I was going to be severely punished.
Despite my fear I was concious that the water pressing in on my heavy corduroy pants & my trouser bulge felt fantastic. It was too late now so I might as well relax & enjoy myself.

They both jumped in after me & we ended up swimming around, somersaulting & diving down to the bottom. I was having so much fun that I just surrendered to the feelings & decided that I didn't care any more. I couldn'tdo anything about it now & I didn't do it deliberately. They pushed me in. I loved the way that my shirt, singlet & turtle neck skivvy inflated when I blew air into them. My trousers were puffed up like a huge shiny dark olive coloured balloon because the air inside became trapped. My legs looked like two shily sausages. I became untucked which I had never been allowed to do.

Before I knew it I was sitting on a beam under the jetty. One girl started rubbing my huge trouser bulge. Soon I blew into my pants & filled them with my yoghurt. I allowed myself to slowly fall backwards & float on my back as the heavenly climactic feelings flowed through my body & mind. I ended up sitting on that beam kissing & cuddling & finding out why it was so much more fun hanging out with girls than boys. Suddenly I was yanked up by my shirt collar. My angry father was definitely not impressed & I found myself on the jetty getting my backside smacked soundly. The wet corduroy trousers made quite a cracking sound as his huge hand hit my wet arse. I was so humiliated. I was then ordered to squelch back to to the picnic with water pouring out of my sopping wet clothing, shoes & socks. Everyone was watching. I tried to wave goodbye to the girls in an embarrassed way but got another smack on the head.

When my mother saw me she screeched on about the state of my clothes & wrapped me up in blankets from the car. I felt like I had just staggered out of the sea after surviving a ship wreck. The mother that had offered to lend us the shorts approached us smiling. "Oh dear! Your boy is very wet, his shoes, socks, clothes everything absolutely sopping wet. He isn't really dressed for swimming is he? What a rather unusual bathing suit. At least it would be nice & warm in the water with all that winter clothing on as well as his shoes & socks." She said sarcastically. "You should have taken up my offer to lend you the shorts. They would have been a lot quicker and easier to dry than those heavy corduroy trousers & a winter shirt with a woolly vest. Its not exactly
beach clothing is it? I don't know why you won't let him swim. Its so hot and they other kids are having so much fun. I really feel sorry for him. Can't you understand that children will always find a way to get wet on a hot day even if it means going in fully clothed. My Lord those shoes will take a week to dry and those clothes.., well they won't be dry for a long time either. Well I'm sure you know best. You can still borrow them if you wish. There's also a singlet here too. They're about his size."

My mother looked at them with a resigned and disgusted look. She opened her mouth to protest but my father cut her off & ordered me to change into the borrowed shorts & singlet. He thanked the other mother with a brief nod. My mother just caved in and said, "Oh well I guess I have no choice do I?.. you can't get around dressed in those wet clothes. You look ridiculous & you'll catch your death of cold. I suppose you'll just have to get those wet clothes off and change into those horrid little shorts and that singlet. Do it behind this blanket & don't you dare think you're going in swimming again today just because you're wearing shorts. Look at the state of your clothes. They're your brand new Sunday best clothes. You've probably ruined your best shoes too. No boy we will finish our lunch and then we'll have to go home. I can't have you seen dressed like this. You're almost naked." The other mother just laughed she said, "All the kids are wearing nothing but shorts & getting them wet. Some off them are even swimming with their clothes on. That boy over there with the grey dress trousers is swimming in his school trousers & shirt. I dont think his mother was overly happy about him swimming in his school uniform but she didn't realise we were going swimming. On very hot days, very very occasionally, the rulse can be bent however I dont know why he's still wearing his tie.but hey.. Look at the fun he's having. There's nothing wrong with that. They will dry quickly because they are polyester. You need to relax. It's a hot day and I'm sure god understands the need to get wet on hot days. We are all good Christians and we don't dress like this for church. All the kids dress beautifully on Sunday for church. I certainly wouldn't allow them to get their clothes wet before church. My children all had dress pants, leather dress shoes & socks as well as long sleeved shirts & ties on this morning but on hot days like this when we know that we're going to the beach we like to change into our shorts once we arrive at the beach. Its perfectly normal really."

I was absolutely delighted to be freed from my heavy sandy winter clothes and before I knew it I was wearing nothing but those little nylon shorts and white singlet. It felt wonderful. I was so cool and happy as I felt the breeze blowing up the legs of my shorts and around my bare arms. I had never worn shorts before especially little shorty short shiny ones like these & to be wearing only a singlet instead of several layers of long sleeved best shirts? How good was that? I knew that I would cop it later and I sure did receive a lot of punishment that day. Eventually I was sent to my room for the afternoon & my wet clothing went into the washing machine. My father sat reading his newspaper & my mother went to bed with a headache. She was quite upset unfortunately & I didnt intend that to to happen. That was quite beyond my control.

The good thing was that she completely forgot to get me to change my clothes even though she had told me I would be imprisoned in my other hot Sunday best clothes which were similar to the ones I'd unexpectedly used as a 'bathing suit' I put the time to good use lying on my bed wearing nothing but those shiny little shorts. I still find them a turn on because they contrast so much with heavy winter clothing. Its like the bare legal limit that one can wear in public. I love playing with myself wearing them & I had fun creaming them up until my mother came to imprison me in fresh underpants briefs, singlet vest, turtleneck skivvy & long flannelette winter pyjamas with woollen socks which I also creamed later that night. It was totally worth it to swim with those bikini clad girls in my best clothes. I've had many wet adventures since then because let's face it,, life is too short not to swim fully clothed. Cheers, Winter Woolly Wetboy.