The first time I was caught, I was pretty young. About 16. My older brother and I, and a couple friends, had taken a weekend camping trip near Berryessa Lake in CA. We had walked up a fire access road that followed a stream, found a flat area to pitch our tents, and set up camp on Friday evening. Saturday morning we started exploring farther up the stream and found a rather large pool that was great for some early dipping. Of course, wet underwear is really not something that is very enjoyable, so we all just stripped down and jumped in. We were there for a couple hours, then decided to go back to camp and get some lunch. As we were still wet, none of us bothered to get dressed as we made our way back down the stream. About halfway to camp, while jumping from rock to rock, we ran into three girls walking up the fire access road. Since we were only about 30 feet away, it was easy to see the shock on their faces which quickly turned to laughter. Of course, being so young, our first thought was to hide. The second thought was to try to abandon the arousal each of us was starting to show.

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