07-12-2025, 10:30 AM
My goodness, how long is this taking?! Sure, it's a hot day. Chris asks if we all have our maps with us. What an idiot! Of course we do. Why is he asking us? Well, whatever. The two of them start talking about their latest video games and their computers again. I'm usually always there for this kind of thing. But right now I'm not in the mood.
Suddenly my eyes stop and look in one place. They remain motionless for a moment until I realize what I'm seeing and immediately look back at the line in front of us. I get tapped from the side. Chris and Sebbi look at me, confused. What's going on? Did they notice me staring at that guy's ass? My God, what do I say now? Sebbi asks me what I mean. The tension dissolves immediately. I give standard answers and hope they turn back to the front. The line moves on. Lucky me. If they had seen that, it would be unbelievable. I don't understand it myself.
I stroll back to my seat, relaxed, with a portion of fries in my hand. This is the best seat in the entire outdoor pool. This seat isn't visible from a great angle, but from this spot, it's possible to spot the most interesting spot here: the playground. You can play table tennis, volleyball, and soccer on the playground. There's also a basketball hoop and plenty of space to chill out and recover from your workout. I hate sports, but I find the guys who do sports all the more exciting. Not all of them. But out of 100 guys between the ages of 14 and 25, about five are really interesting to me. And of those five, it takes seven to say that 1/7 of the interesting guys are suitable for my needs. So, one out of 140 guys here on the playground, which on a good day is used by a good 70-80 male visitors between the ages of 14 and 25, is really suitable for my needs. I know I'm being patient. Maybe today is a good day. The fries taste excellent.
Thank God we're finally in. I couldn't have stood it much longer. I notice I'm getting a little stressed. I have to get in the water as quickly as possible. Where are they going now? The water's on the other side. Hello? Boys? They want to go to the playground, I think I'm going crazy. The playground is the stupidest place in the entire pool. It's teeming with idiots and teenagers. It's teeming with boys. All right, I agree. The water can wait. Wait a minute, what am I doing here? Who just decided that? Certainly not me. That was my horrible horniness. I'm going crazy, why is this happening to me? I would never voluntarily lie down with those idiots. But at least there'll be something to watch. If someone hits on me, I hope Sebbi and Chris will come up with something cool. I've become much more nervous, my goodness, what's stressing me out? The fear of the Lans and the Turks, or all that bare skin? I'm guessing it's both. Why did I even come along? I hate the outdoor pool. But these guys are really awesome here. I hope I get through the day without any major incidents. Why doesn't that bother the other two? Okay, they're both tall and strong, but they don't stand a chance against the superior number of these troublemakers. Don't stare at anyone, just keep walking. I automatically go to one of the largest uncovered areas at the edge. Luckily, the others don't make any attempt to argue. I'm bothered by the stares down my neck.
Now that's interesting! Without thinking, I get up and quickly walk to the third bench, on the right side of the entrance to the bathing area, and sit down to the left of a somewhat older gentleman with an awful lot of hair on his chest. Luckily, there was still some space left. Because from this bench, you have a perfect view of the first two entrances, as well as three of the four pools, without appearing conspicuous in any way. Not yet. And then, as expected, they arrive at entrance one. I bet myself that only the two on the right will briefly step under the cold shower, which is intended for washing off sand and sweat at the entrance to the bathing area. The bet seems lost, because the one on the left – the main object – also seems to want to step under it. No, he breaks off and goes with the others – excellent. They make no attempt to walk past the first pool. That's good, that's very good. This way I can make myself comfortable here and analyze the three more closely.
I should have stood under the cold water too; then this water would feel warmer to me. I somehow have no desire to go to the outdoor pool anymore. Now comes the worst part. When the water reaches my balls. Damn, it's cold. And it stinks. The others immediately start dunking each other, and I sense danger. I long for my PC at home and hope to spoil the others' mood so we'll leave sooner. I demonstratively stay where I am. The water is more pleasant now, but I still don't feel like rolling around in it. They're not paying any attention to me. Which is fine. My gaze automatically wanders around, scanning. There are some really nice bodies here and there. At the same time, I try not to have any sexual thoughts. It's working out pretty well so far.
Oh shit, what is that? My God, he looks hot. That body, that hair, those eyes. They're looking at me. Oh my God, I look away. In the corner of my eye I see him looking somewhere else again. I've never experienced anything like it before. The way he sits there and the way he is. Man, I'm not ready yet. I can't do this yet. I can't just develop feelings now. I'm going crazy. This is going too far. I want to go home. I let the guys know that I want to go back out. They look at me, then at each other, and then they come running towards me. It was so obvious.
"Leave me alone, you idiots."
I try to escape, but I'm not very successful and am immediately pushed under water. One second, I try to stand up. Two seconds, I try to wriggle out of their grip. Three seconds, I start twisting and turning hysterically. Finally, they let go.
My expectations were confirmed. Just as I suspected, one of them is shy and reserved. And something is bothering him. He's not paying attention. That's good. He's not concentrating. And that look suggests even more. I decide to stay with him and keep watching. Completely unexpectedly. He goes back out. What does that mean? The others stay behind. That's perfect. Today, luck is truly on my side. I get up slowly and casually and walk out of the bathing area towards entrance two. When he wants to go back to his place, he gets to his about a minute earlier than I get to mine, assuming I maintain that speed. I decide on 30 seconds and walk a little faster. In case he goes somewhere else first, I can already initiate phase two. It will be child's play.
I'm annoyed, dissatisfied, and completely out of it. Nevertheless, I think it's decent to wait for the others. I'm well-behaved. I grab my things and lie down at the edge of the pool with the others. I'm pleased by this idea, and the walk becomes easier. Now I just have to get past the guys on my own, and then I can relax. I notice that I'm much less nervous than before, and I'm almost certain I won't be stopped. Damn! Something hard hit me on the head. What's going on? What's happening? I instinctively turn in the direction the ball came from. A slightly taller, but much stronger Turkish man approaches me. He asks me to throw him the ball. Ball? Where? I look around. I see the ball lying in the grass two meters in front of me. The guy is standing just in front of it. I don't understand what he wants from me and I look at him, confused.
Just give him the ball, apologize, and get out of here. What an idiot. Doesn't he know who this is? Shit, this is getting critical. He looks angry. And he looks scared. But on the other hand, this is a brilliant way to speed things up a bit. Without another thought, I run towards them. The guy is getting dangerously close to my target. I hurry. It's not too late. Three meters from them, I slow down drastically and start shouting at my target.
I want to scream for Sebbi and Chris, but hold back. I'm about to hurt. He looks so threatening. I expect a punch or a kick. But nothing happens. Shit, there's another one coming. I want to escape, just run. But I can't. The second one comes closer and I recognize him. The guy who was sitting on the bench. The one I never wanted to see again. I'm glad to see him. Maybe he wants to help me. The Turk glares at me and stands up straight. The guy yells at him. No, he's yelling at me. What's wrong with him? What? He found me? Where would I have hidden? What does this mean?
I know this trick works really well in situations like this. Plus, I can portray myself as a hero later on, having saved this shy little guy from a lot of pain. My plan is foolproof. I am infallible. I have to concentrate and appear authentic. The trick is simple. I pretend to the guy that I've been looking for Little Guy the whole time because I want to beat the shit out of him. He's so surprised that he doesn't even notice that I'm moving my object away from him; he's too busy thinking about what this all means. And if he even manages to figure that out, we'll be long gone by then and the next phase can begin. I'm really excited; I'm sure my plan will work. They always do.
The guy grabs my head under his arm and drags me towards the kiosk. At the same time, he repeatedly kicks me, but it doesn't hurt at all. I'm too confused to make any sense of what's going on. I let it happen and hope that Sebbi and Chris find me before I die. What does this guy have against me? What did I do to him? Maybe he thinks I'm a faggot because I was staring at him strangely. We walk past the kiosk. His grip loosens, but there's still no chance of escape. People stare at us as if we were two aliens. He drags me to the changing rooms and walks all the way to the back with me under his arm. There's no one nearby who could help me. He lets go of my head and pushes me into a cubicle. He follows and closes the door. I look at him with expectant and fearful eyes.
"You're safe here. You have to be careful who you mess with. It could easily get dangerous. The Turk earlier was Aziz, and he's a bit mentally disturbed. He thinks boys like you are toys. He's crazy. But he won't think to look for you here. He's probably already forgotten about you. I'm Damian, it was a pleasure rescuing you."
My monologue is perfect. He's speechless. Very good. I get up close to his face and look deep into his eyes. He has brown eyes. I quickly turn around and leave the booth. Now I have to get back to his seat as quickly as possible.
This is too much for me. I can't hold back my tears. I can't believe what just happened. It's like a movie. Why did he help me? He looked at me so deeply. Does he want something from me? But then why did he run away? The questions in my head make me keep crying. Very still and quietly, so no one can hear. All I can think about is his appearance. Like a saving angel, just as handsome and as alluring. I'm gay. Definitely. There's no escape now. I have a crush. I'm crying like a waterfall. I want so much at once. I want to be with him, I want to scream, I want to touch him, I want to die. Damian has given me the coup de grâce. I stay in exactly this pathetic position and keep crying. Snot is running from my nose, my body is shaking, I can't breathe. When will this finally be over? I want to sleep.
It worked. I saw it in his eyes. He's putty in my hands. I feel so incredibly powerful. I am God. I bet myself again that I'll seduce him tonight in my own way. I can hardly wait to hear him moan. I look for Aziz and immediately see him sitting with his colleagues, smoking. No danger. I quickly reach his seat.
There are three towels, two backpacks, various clothes, and shoes on the spot. I choose the blue towel, one of the three T-shirts, and the brown sandals. I also take the colorful backpack he was wearing earlier. I'm sure it's his. And I'm already on my way to the exit again. I look at the small name tag hanging from the zipper and see that this time my object is called Elicio. Not a bad name at all. I open the backpack and find a fresh pair of boxer shorts. Too bad, really. Even though they are really ugly. I put a note with a little message in the backpack and close it again. Now go to the checkout and drop off the things. I politely suggest to the woman that she call Elicio so he can pick up his things. She doesn't seem to mind at all and goes to the microphone. I'm already on my way to my bike when her voice echoes down. I head straight to the old mill.
I think of Sebbi and Chris. If they could see me like this now. Oh shit, my things! I have to get my things. But what about the Turk? What if he's still here? I decide to wait until someone comes to get me or until everyone has gone home. I don't cry anymore. Instead, I stare blankly at the cubicle wall. My head is empty. A mixture of despair, self-loathing, loss of control, overwhelm, and longing. Did they just say Elicio? I listen more closely. They repeat that Elicio can pick up his things at the checkout. A ray of hope on the horizon. That must have been Damian. I'm speechless again. The guy is incredible. A glimmer of hope fills me. I straighten up and look in the mirror. I look worse than I expected. I wipe the snot and tears from my face and blink a few times. There's nothing more I can do now. I take a deep breath and pull the cabin door handle.
It's not far to the mill. But you can be wonderfully undisturbed there if you want that. I've always known the mill, but it's recently become uninhabited. Another 700 meters and I should be able to see it. I quickly go over everything in my mind. When he comes, I'll pretend that I'm in love with him and that I would do anything for him. I'll use my charm and elegance to get him straight to bed without any detours. And I'll do it with complete devotion and passion. He'll want nothing more than to let me fuck him. I'm a pro in this area. I can do it. I just have to be careful not to tell him too much about myself, so that he has no idea where to find me the next day. That's kind of part of the rules of the game. No object twice. I climb through a broken window and unlock the door from the inside. Everything is as I prepared it this morning. The mattress is ready, everything is clean and tidy, the lubricant is in the drawer, and the tissues are on the table. Nothing can go wrong. Today I'm going to prove to myself once again that I can do whatever I want, however I want. I sit down on the chair and put my legs on the table. I sip the red wine with relish. Tonight is Damian's night.
In fact, all my things are there. How did he know which ones were mine? It doesn't matter anyway. I open the zipper to check if my boxers are there. They are. And what is that? A small note. I read.
"If you want the nightmare to end, come to the mill 1200 meters southeast of here."
I'm speechless again. How does he know I feel so bad? Was he watching me? Then he wouldn't have had time to get my things. Whatever, he wants me to come to him. Maybe he really does want something from me. A tingling sensation spreads in my stomach. My heart beats faster and stronger. Thoughts race through my head again. Does he love me? I'm ready to give up my old life. I'm ready to accept that I'm gay. I want to be with him, Damian. My savior... my hero... my lover. I'll do anything for you, I'll be everything to you. I don't care about anything, I just want to be in your arms. I get on my bike and ride, excited and full of longing, in a southeasterly direction.
Suddenly my eyes stop and look in one place. They remain motionless for a moment until I realize what I'm seeing and immediately look back at the line in front of us. I get tapped from the side. Chris and Sebbi look at me, confused. What's going on? Did they notice me staring at that guy's ass? My God, what do I say now? Sebbi asks me what I mean. The tension dissolves immediately. I give standard answers and hope they turn back to the front. The line moves on. Lucky me. If they had seen that, it would be unbelievable. I don't understand it myself.
I stroll back to my seat, relaxed, with a portion of fries in my hand. This is the best seat in the entire outdoor pool. This seat isn't visible from a great angle, but from this spot, it's possible to spot the most interesting spot here: the playground. You can play table tennis, volleyball, and soccer on the playground. There's also a basketball hoop and plenty of space to chill out and recover from your workout. I hate sports, but I find the guys who do sports all the more exciting. Not all of them. But out of 100 guys between the ages of 14 and 25, about five are really interesting to me. And of those five, it takes seven to say that 1/7 of the interesting guys are suitable for my needs. So, one out of 140 guys here on the playground, which on a good day is used by a good 70-80 male visitors between the ages of 14 and 25, is really suitable for my needs. I know I'm being patient. Maybe today is a good day. The fries taste excellent.
Thank God we're finally in. I couldn't have stood it much longer. I notice I'm getting a little stressed. I have to get in the water as quickly as possible. Where are they going now? The water's on the other side. Hello? Boys? They want to go to the playground, I think I'm going crazy. The playground is the stupidest place in the entire pool. It's teeming with idiots and teenagers. It's teeming with boys. All right, I agree. The water can wait. Wait a minute, what am I doing here? Who just decided that? Certainly not me. That was my horrible horniness. I'm going crazy, why is this happening to me? I would never voluntarily lie down with those idiots. But at least there'll be something to watch. If someone hits on me, I hope Sebbi and Chris will come up with something cool. I've become much more nervous, my goodness, what's stressing me out? The fear of the Lans and the Turks, or all that bare skin? I'm guessing it's both. Why did I even come along? I hate the outdoor pool. But these guys are really awesome here. I hope I get through the day without any major incidents. Why doesn't that bother the other two? Okay, they're both tall and strong, but they don't stand a chance against the superior number of these troublemakers. Don't stare at anyone, just keep walking. I automatically go to one of the largest uncovered areas at the edge. Luckily, the others don't make any attempt to argue. I'm bothered by the stares down my neck.
Now that's interesting! Without thinking, I get up and quickly walk to the third bench, on the right side of the entrance to the bathing area, and sit down to the left of a somewhat older gentleman with an awful lot of hair on his chest. Luckily, there was still some space left. Because from this bench, you have a perfect view of the first two entrances, as well as three of the four pools, without appearing conspicuous in any way. Not yet. And then, as expected, they arrive at entrance one. I bet myself that only the two on the right will briefly step under the cold shower, which is intended for washing off sand and sweat at the entrance to the bathing area. The bet seems lost, because the one on the left – the main object – also seems to want to step under it. No, he breaks off and goes with the others – excellent. They make no attempt to walk past the first pool. That's good, that's very good. This way I can make myself comfortable here and analyze the three more closely.
I should have stood under the cold water too; then this water would feel warmer to me. I somehow have no desire to go to the outdoor pool anymore. Now comes the worst part. When the water reaches my balls. Damn, it's cold. And it stinks. The others immediately start dunking each other, and I sense danger. I long for my PC at home and hope to spoil the others' mood so we'll leave sooner. I demonstratively stay where I am. The water is more pleasant now, but I still don't feel like rolling around in it. They're not paying any attention to me. Which is fine. My gaze automatically wanders around, scanning. There are some really nice bodies here and there. At the same time, I try not to have any sexual thoughts. It's working out pretty well so far.
Oh shit, what is that? My God, he looks hot. That body, that hair, those eyes. They're looking at me. Oh my God, I look away. In the corner of my eye I see him looking somewhere else again. I've never experienced anything like it before. The way he sits there and the way he is. Man, I'm not ready yet. I can't do this yet. I can't just develop feelings now. I'm going crazy. This is going too far. I want to go home. I let the guys know that I want to go back out. They look at me, then at each other, and then they come running towards me. It was so obvious.
"Leave me alone, you idiots."
I try to escape, but I'm not very successful and am immediately pushed under water. One second, I try to stand up. Two seconds, I try to wriggle out of their grip. Three seconds, I start twisting and turning hysterically. Finally, they let go.
My expectations were confirmed. Just as I suspected, one of them is shy and reserved. And something is bothering him. He's not paying attention. That's good. He's not concentrating. And that look suggests even more. I decide to stay with him and keep watching. Completely unexpectedly. He goes back out. What does that mean? The others stay behind. That's perfect. Today, luck is truly on my side. I get up slowly and casually and walk out of the bathing area towards entrance two. When he wants to go back to his place, he gets to his about a minute earlier than I get to mine, assuming I maintain that speed. I decide on 30 seconds and walk a little faster. In case he goes somewhere else first, I can already initiate phase two. It will be child's play.
I'm annoyed, dissatisfied, and completely out of it. Nevertheless, I think it's decent to wait for the others. I'm well-behaved. I grab my things and lie down at the edge of the pool with the others. I'm pleased by this idea, and the walk becomes easier. Now I just have to get past the guys on my own, and then I can relax. I notice that I'm much less nervous than before, and I'm almost certain I won't be stopped. Damn! Something hard hit me on the head. What's going on? What's happening? I instinctively turn in the direction the ball came from. A slightly taller, but much stronger Turkish man approaches me. He asks me to throw him the ball. Ball? Where? I look around. I see the ball lying in the grass two meters in front of me. The guy is standing just in front of it. I don't understand what he wants from me and I look at him, confused.
Just give him the ball, apologize, and get out of here. What an idiot. Doesn't he know who this is? Shit, this is getting critical. He looks angry. And he looks scared. But on the other hand, this is a brilliant way to speed things up a bit. Without another thought, I run towards them. The guy is getting dangerously close to my target. I hurry. It's not too late. Three meters from them, I slow down drastically and start shouting at my target.
I want to scream for Sebbi and Chris, but hold back. I'm about to hurt. He looks so threatening. I expect a punch or a kick. But nothing happens. Shit, there's another one coming. I want to escape, just run. But I can't. The second one comes closer and I recognize him. The guy who was sitting on the bench. The one I never wanted to see again. I'm glad to see him. Maybe he wants to help me. The Turk glares at me and stands up straight. The guy yells at him. No, he's yelling at me. What's wrong with him? What? He found me? Where would I have hidden? What does this mean?
I know this trick works really well in situations like this. Plus, I can portray myself as a hero later on, having saved this shy little guy from a lot of pain. My plan is foolproof. I am infallible. I have to concentrate and appear authentic. The trick is simple. I pretend to the guy that I've been looking for Little Guy the whole time because I want to beat the shit out of him. He's so surprised that he doesn't even notice that I'm moving my object away from him; he's too busy thinking about what this all means. And if he even manages to figure that out, we'll be long gone by then and the next phase can begin. I'm really excited; I'm sure my plan will work. They always do.
The guy grabs my head under his arm and drags me towards the kiosk. At the same time, he repeatedly kicks me, but it doesn't hurt at all. I'm too confused to make any sense of what's going on. I let it happen and hope that Sebbi and Chris find me before I die. What does this guy have against me? What did I do to him? Maybe he thinks I'm a faggot because I was staring at him strangely. We walk past the kiosk. His grip loosens, but there's still no chance of escape. People stare at us as if we were two aliens. He drags me to the changing rooms and walks all the way to the back with me under his arm. There's no one nearby who could help me. He lets go of my head and pushes me into a cubicle. He follows and closes the door. I look at him with expectant and fearful eyes.
"You're safe here. You have to be careful who you mess with. It could easily get dangerous. The Turk earlier was Aziz, and he's a bit mentally disturbed. He thinks boys like you are toys. He's crazy. But he won't think to look for you here. He's probably already forgotten about you. I'm Damian, it was a pleasure rescuing you."
My monologue is perfect. He's speechless. Very good. I get up close to his face and look deep into his eyes. He has brown eyes. I quickly turn around and leave the booth. Now I have to get back to his seat as quickly as possible.
This is too much for me. I can't hold back my tears. I can't believe what just happened. It's like a movie. Why did he help me? He looked at me so deeply. Does he want something from me? But then why did he run away? The questions in my head make me keep crying. Very still and quietly, so no one can hear. All I can think about is his appearance. Like a saving angel, just as handsome and as alluring. I'm gay. Definitely. There's no escape now. I have a crush. I'm crying like a waterfall. I want so much at once. I want to be with him, I want to scream, I want to touch him, I want to die. Damian has given me the coup de grâce. I stay in exactly this pathetic position and keep crying. Snot is running from my nose, my body is shaking, I can't breathe. When will this finally be over? I want to sleep.
It worked. I saw it in his eyes. He's putty in my hands. I feel so incredibly powerful. I am God. I bet myself again that I'll seduce him tonight in my own way. I can hardly wait to hear him moan. I look for Aziz and immediately see him sitting with his colleagues, smoking. No danger. I quickly reach his seat.
There are three towels, two backpacks, various clothes, and shoes on the spot. I choose the blue towel, one of the three T-shirts, and the brown sandals. I also take the colorful backpack he was wearing earlier. I'm sure it's his. And I'm already on my way to the exit again. I look at the small name tag hanging from the zipper and see that this time my object is called Elicio. Not a bad name at all. I open the backpack and find a fresh pair of boxer shorts. Too bad, really. Even though they are really ugly. I put a note with a little message in the backpack and close it again. Now go to the checkout and drop off the things. I politely suggest to the woman that she call Elicio so he can pick up his things. She doesn't seem to mind at all and goes to the microphone. I'm already on my way to my bike when her voice echoes down. I head straight to the old mill.
I think of Sebbi and Chris. If they could see me like this now. Oh shit, my things! I have to get my things. But what about the Turk? What if he's still here? I decide to wait until someone comes to get me or until everyone has gone home. I don't cry anymore. Instead, I stare blankly at the cubicle wall. My head is empty. A mixture of despair, self-loathing, loss of control, overwhelm, and longing. Did they just say Elicio? I listen more closely. They repeat that Elicio can pick up his things at the checkout. A ray of hope on the horizon. That must have been Damian. I'm speechless again. The guy is incredible. A glimmer of hope fills me. I straighten up and look in the mirror. I look worse than I expected. I wipe the snot and tears from my face and blink a few times. There's nothing more I can do now. I take a deep breath and pull the cabin door handle.
It's not far to the mill. But you can be wonderfully undisturbed there if you want that. I've always known the mill, but it's recently become uninhabited. Another 700 meters and I should be able to see it. I quickly go over everything in my mind. When he comes, I'll pretend that I'm in love with him and that I would do anything for him. I'll use my charm and elegance to get him straight to bed without any detours. And I'll do it with complete devotion and passion. He'll want nothing more than to let me fuck him. I'm a pro in this area. I can do it. I just have to be careful not to tell him too much about myself, so that he has no idea where to find me the next day. That's kind of part of the rules of the game. No object twice. I climb through a broken window and unlock the door from the inside. Everything is as I prepared it this morning. The mattress is ready, everything is clean and tidy, the lubricant is in the drawer, and the tissues are on the table. Nothing can go wrong. Today I'm going to prove to myself once again that I can do whatever I want, however I want. I sit down on the chair and put my legs on the table. I sip the red wine with relish. Tonight is Damian's night.
In fact, all my things are there. How did he know which ones were mine? It doesn't matter anyway. I open the zipper to check if my boxers are there. They are. And what is that? A small note. I read.
"If you want the nightmare to end, come to the mill 1200 meters southeast of here."
I'm speechless again. How does he know I feel so bad? Was he watching me? Then he wouldn't have had time to get my things. Whatever, he wants me to come to him. Maybe he really does want something from me. A tingling sensation spreads in my stomach. My heart beats faster and stronger. Thoughts race through my head again. Does he love me? I'm ready to give up my old life. I'm ready to accept that I'm gay. I want to be with him, Damian. My savior... my hero... my lover. I'll do anything for you, I'll be everything to you. I don't care about anything, I just want to be in your arms. I get on my bike and ride, excited and full of longing, in a southeasterly direction.