Delirando

1: Swimming Pool

Added 2025-02-04 02:47:56 +0000 UTC

Two weeks of an all-inclusive vacation at a hotel, paid for by my parents, didn’t sound so bad after the horrible semester I had just finished at university. What a surprise I got when I saw my uncles and cousins at the airport—suddenly, I was trapped on a family trip.

Honestly, it wasn’t just academic stress that had weighed on me these past few months. The truth is, something new had awakened inside me. I couldn’t stop staring at my classmates’ asses and bulges; any kind of sports activity became a torment because I kept noticing parts of the body I had never thought of looking at before. I had hoped this vacation would help clear my mind of these newfound desires, but after just two days, I could already tell this trip was going to be agony. And here’s why: all the men were wearing tiny swimsuits.

For some strange reason, the women disappeared during the day, either to the hotel spa or to take some pottery or knitting class. The men, on the other hand, completely took over the pool and beach areas. Sprawled legs, back hair, tense muscles, laughter, and camaraderie. Every pore on my skin screamed to be touched by one of those rough hands. I tried hard not to look at anyone, but my hormones betrayed me every time I felt one of those bodies moving under the relentless summer sun.