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. 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 absolutely everything including shoes & socks.five layers of clothing.
One hot summer 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 why don't you just go in as you are? Just jump in with your clothes on. Its very hot so you'll 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.

Suddenly the decision was made for me. I had had my back to the water while they were talking to me. They moved forward quickly & 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 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 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 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. 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. I was then ordered to squelch back to to the picnic with water pouring out of my sopping wet clothing. 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, 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.Those shoes will take a week to dry and those clothes.., well they won't be dry for a long time. Oh 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 discusted 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?.. Alright get those wet clothes off and change into those horrid little shorts and that singlet but don't think you're going in swimming again today. Look at the state of your 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 know why he's still wearing his tie though 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. We are all good Christians and we don't dress like this for church. All the kids dress beautifully on Sunday for 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 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 but 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.