My first underwater masturbation

Back when I was no more than 16, we went a bunch of kids of similar ages on a road trip to California. The opportunities for masturbation were not plentiful, since we were camping… I usually found time to go into the woods nearby after dark and beat my meat there. No boys there triggered my gaydar, but there was one who always was shirtless in tight(ish) jeans (this was well before spandex, so there was a subset of jeans that showed the package really well that I found hot and he was wearing such jeans) or in a very hot square-cut "stretchie" bathing suit that really put his package in evidence. Needless to say, he was the inspiration for many rubs… I don’t think the other guys in my clique (the hot guy was not in the clique, but was remarkably less hostile than the other cliques — all spoiled rich kids) ever thought for a second I was gay, but I wasn’t shy about talking about masturbation… Near Vegas, we camped by Lake Mead, and one morning, I woke up early and so did the rest of the clique. "Let’s go for a swim" one said… So I changed and grabbed my snorkeling gear and we head for the lake. The night before I had no opportunity to rub one, so I was horny, and I had a morning boner. My bathing suit was the prototypical speedo, but not really spandexy, though, and a rather bland design (narrow yellow and blue stripes — meh). But I’m sure no one missed my morning boner, the kind that size queens are in awe about… Anyways, I swim away and I’m in about 20 feet of water, and I’m horny. Hmmm… Yeah. I pop the wood through the leg hole (I always found it hotter than pulling down the speedo) and here I go at it. While I jerk off the other guys swim not too far, but since they don’t have masks, they can see that I’m beating my meat. Eventually they get out, and call me to get out, too, so I slowly swim towards the shore hoping I’ll come by the time I get, because I definitely don’t want to get out of the water with that boner, a boner I’ll have to bear all day long. Fortunately the time comes, as well as me, and to my amazement, the cum does not diffuse, but clumps in long threads. I heard that in tropical waters with lots of fish, the fish rush to gobble it. But I didn’t see any fish in Lake Mead. Anwyays, I put the now limp, still oozing wood in the speedo and I get out of the water. The morning sun had dried us by the time we got back to camp for breakfast. Eventually, I told them that I had jerked-off in the lake, and for the rest of the trip, they teased me about jerking off whenever we went swimming, which I didn’t give a flying fuck about (I never gave a shit about what people thought of me)… The only other time I actually jerked off in the water was in the Great Salt Lake by Salt Lake city. It was on that day that I found out that asian men turn me on, because when I was rinsing the salt in one of the showers, an asian guy in a speedo waited for his turn and oh boy was he hot! I still get a hard-on thinking of him nearly 50 years later… I don’t think he triggered my gaydar, but I sure would have liked to probe that speedo! (When we passed a few days in San-Francisco, I only wore some of those tight shorts below, one blue and one red because, yes, when I was 16, I liked to show-off and be a teaser). Eventually, I got into SCUBA diving, so I had full SCUBA tanks, and at one moment, I watched my mother’s apartment where I had stored the SCUBA gear. The apartment block had a pool in the basement, and every so often, I would get up very early in the mordning and go in the pool with the scuba tank and jerk off at the bottom of the pool. Sometimes, when it was particularly early, I did not even bother with the bathing suit (below) and walk naked in the stairs to the pool (I always liked to live dangerously)… One of my bathing suits at the time: a very gay gray speedo with an opening that shows your hairless crotch: