2025-07-12, 11:30 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.
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.