Date: Wed, 09 May 2012 22:27:06 +0200
From: Moritz <traumfotos@gmx.de>
Subject: The Naked Diver - Chapter ONE ? Gay - Encounters

Hey guys,

This is chapter one of my seventh story. I hope you enjoy
reading this chapter.
I should also like to thank Malcolm (New Zealand) and Rob (UK)
for all his help in the preparation of this manuscript.
In particular, for his additions. It is indeed a hard job!

I would love to hear what you think about it! Please send me
an e-mail at traumfotos@gmx.de and let me know what you think.
I am a German from Hamburg.

I urgently need HELP for the editing of new chapters of one of
my other stories. I have translated my work into English but
some of the prose needs a finishing touch. So, if you can spare
a few minutes, I would appreciate your advice. Otherwise there
will be no new chapter ... sorry!

Visiting me on my weblog http://moritz-erotic-stories.blogspot.com
(only with stories written by me!).

Hope you enjoy!
Moritz



The Naked Diver
Chapter ONE

The City outdoor swimming pool was unusually well attended this
weekend. At last the summer in Hamburg was the way it should be.
Lots of sunshine and 28 degrees Celsius, a very ambient temperature.

Mark had moved about a year ago to Hamburg to study. Now, after
two semesters, he had come to realize that the study path he had
chosen was not really the vocation he wanted for his future. He
thought an afternoon at the pool would help him clear his mind
and give him new energy. Instead of working on his homework,
he was pleased today to have a good time at the huge city open
air swimming pool.

He had gone into the locker room of the swimming pool and changed
in to his Speedos, storing his clothes in the locker provided.
Then with only his towel in hand went out into the spacious garden
like grounds of the swimming pool looking for a space to put his
towel down and relax in the sun.

Before you could use the large pool and its facilities you needed
to have a quick shower. There were plenty located poolside. He
splashed the cool water all over his lithe body watching the
droplets run down his legs as he thought of where he would swim
first. He decided that he did not really want to swim in the large
pool to start with, but rather he would head for the deep diving
pool first; he looked up to the 5 meter diving platform and decided
to dive straight into the cool water from there.

Mark was 20 years old. He was 6'2 inches tall: had an athletic
figure and dark, almost black hair. Because of his good looks,
he was often approached, usually on the weekends in discos and
clubs by model scouts. They all wanted to try and persuade him
to work as a model. On these occasions Mark had always refused
these offers.

Hamburg is a city with important media and advertizing production
for the mediums of film, television and printed publications.
All needed a countless number of photographers to supply this
market. All were looking for new models. Few, however, were not
willing to pay a fee so it would often mean that the model would
not receive anything for the photographic shoot.

Several students had embarked on this venture and had
participated in countless auditions and photo shoots oblivious
that they would never get any money from it and that often, but
the photographers and agencies had used their images and the
photographs for any purpose and without acknowledgement. One
student had even paid money for a photographer to create a
professional photo folio (album) of himself after which he only
received only one job as a photographic model. The fee given was
lower than what he had paid the photographer to create the photo-
graphic album and as he never ever got a second job it was
considered a total waste of money.

Mark had heard too that a lot of photographers often tried to
persuade models to pose for nude photos. If they did not, some
photographers even tried secretly photographing models naked
while they change clothes in preparation for the shooting.
There were many down sides Mark thought and many losers in
this industry so perhaps it was better not thought about. It
would be better to commission a folio of photos of his own
should he want to venture in to this fields and then provide
them to agencies where he knew the professional and integrity
of the model would be honoured.


"Wow" thought Mark "I have been in a right day dream then
solving the modeling problem! I am here to swim". Brushing
his ample package in his brief Speedo, he cleared his mind
as he started to walk towards the diving pool and tower.
He climbed the stairs to the diving board where already a
couple of other young men were waiting.

Mark knew only too well that if you showed up on the 5 meter
diving board, you were bound to capture the attention of many
of the swimmers crowded around the poolside. Many of them
would make the high diving board the focus of their attention
and curiosity. There was no other aspect of the swimming pool
facilities that could be more exposed and give greater attention.

On top of the diving board, Mark looked down at the pool below
him. In the queue ahead of him were two other young men who
lingered to make sure they were seen by the crowd. They made
no attempt to dive or to jump in. Mark nervously felt for
the cord holing his new Speedos up. He could only find one
end so he nervously tucked it snuggly back into the thin nylon
fabric. The two boys ahead of him were now teasing each other
on the crowded diving platform...then on the count of one, two,
three, they both jumped into the water, clasping their knees
to make a water bomb. The splash drew the attention of all the
spectators and swimmers around the main pool. Now Mark was
next in line.

With all eyes focused on him Mark moved forward to the edge of
the platform. He looked down to the water to judge his dive so
he would not connect with any other swimmer focusing his mind
to make the perfect dive. Slowly he inched his toes forward to
ensure he got good elevation when he sprung, raised his long
arms above his head.....raised his toes to get the perfect
lift off and then executed a perfect swallow dive making a
perfect splash less entry into the water.

As he slid deep into the water he felt the rush of water hit
on his abdomen and the front of his Speedos fill with water.
He felt them slipping down his thighs. These were the Speedos
he had just purchased new yesterday and was the first time he
has worn it. Damn, he thought!

Since Mark was deep in the water his air supply was running
out and he needed quickly to get to the surface to get some
air. On the way up to the surface his body felt free ... he
looked for his Speedos but could not see them anywhere in
the water. His need for air was now great so he surfaced to
fill his lungs with the much needed oxygen.

He swam around the surface and was looking for his Speedos
hoping by now the light fabric would have floated to the
surface. He took another deep breath and dived as deep as
possible in to look now on the bottom of the diving pool
to try and locate his swimsuit. He couldn`t find it even
after a number of fruitless dives. He was jinxed his new
swimsuit had simply disappeared.

He knew that all the swimmers had been watching him dive ...
he knew he had made an almost perfect dive that would have
demanded their attention...here he was naked in the pool.
He panicked. He just had to find that suit to cover his
manhood and remain naked in the pool.

There were also the other swimmers in the pool to consider.
Many had racing goggles on doing lanes and once they held
their heads underwater they too could see that Mark was
naked. Also from the 5 meter diving board those now about
to dive must be able to see that he was swimming without
a swim suit.

Mark slowly got into a panic. He now acknowledged that
his suit had gone and he gave up looking for it further.
The suit was gone. Now all he wanted to do was to get out
of the pool unnoticed. But how could he do that? He was
naked. He now had to act quickly before the other swimmers
became aware of his mishap. He needs to draw as little
attention as possible whilst in the water. But how could
he do that? Should he ask someone for help? Perhaps he
could ask someone to bring him his towel that was lying
near the edge of the pool? However if he asked the wrong
person it would simply make the situation so much worse.

He decided to swim to the side of the pool which was
closest to his towel; trying to keep his pelvis low in
the water to make sure that his genitals were covered
by his leg. There he could get out of the water fast
and then run over and grab his towel to cover his naked
manhood.  Whatever, he had to do it all very quickly.

Having made his decision he swam to the edge of the pool.
He felt a lot of swimmers watching. Was it his imagination
or was it a fact that they were going to enjoy the fact
he was naked. To get out of the water and at the same
time keep one hand over his genitals, proved to be
considerably more difficult than he had imagined.

It seemed that an unusually large number of swimmers
and other people poolside with mobile phones with
camera function held high in their hands were moving
quickly in his direction towards him. It flashed through
his mind that each would have a camera focused in his
direction.

As he looked up, he suddenly noticed that an unusually
large number of swimmers and other people poolside with
mobile phones with camera function held high in their
hands were moving quickly in his direction towards him.
It flashed through his mind that each would have a camera
focused in his direction.

Damn!

He had to make his move...no sooner was he out of the
water, the swimmers and onlookers broke into cheers.
Those who did not have a cell phone with a camera function
in their hands to record the action were all clapping
and yelling.  Now he knew that the crowd had known all
the time his predicament and had been counting the
moments till he climbed out of the water.

Damn! Damn!

Mark started running fast across the pool surround with
both hands covering his genitals in order to cover up
his modesty. A few young men, having a huge amount of fun,
ran up to him, perhaps envious of this naked, handsome
stud and tried to block him from the area where his towel
lay. Fortunately, a lifesaver patrolling the pool subdued
them from their taunts.

The crowd was thrilled to see such a hot, handsome,
virile and well-built young man naked. Mark's ass was
really crisp. His narrow waist and muscular shoulders
and upper arms were real eye-catchers.

Finally, Mark located his towel, which he scooped up and
was able to cover himself with. The swimmers meantime
had formed a circle around him with their cameras and
had photographed and filmed every move he had made.

He quickly packed up his things and stormed towards the
dressing rooms. He was lucky; a changing cabin has just
become free. He threw himself into it and locked the door
behind him.

The last straw for Mark was that some of the swimmers had
even followed him into the changing room, but fortunately
the staff of the swimming pool asked them to calm down
and leave the young man alone. The show was over.

Mark sat to rest and catch his breath. His day had really
turned out much different than he has expected. So much
for his relaxation from his studies and decision for his
future that he had to make.

If it were not so many swimmers had taken photos of him,
some he knew had even made a video of him naked. It was
good that he had moved so fast, he thought, it may mean
that the movement would make the images blurry. Videos
too are also often not very good and clear when the subject
is moving so fast.

After calming himself down and deciding that perhaps it
was not so bad after all he relaxed a little longer on
the seat behind the closed door and slowly started to dress
consoling himself that if he waited a while all would have
calmed down and he could make a discrete exit. He relaxed
happy now with his plan.

Suddenly, something was thrown at the door.

"Splat" it hit the surface of his changing cabin door.
Mark froze at the sound, he was scared and bewildered. It
took some time till he realized that his Speedos has been
thrown at the gap under the door opening!

Had someone found the Speedos? Had somebody been aware Mark
had lost his Speedo on entry into the water and concealed
and hidden them so Mark would be the subject of this ordeal?
No wonder, he had trouble to find his swimming brief he thought.

When Mark finally left the changing cabin and dressing area a
little shaken by the ordeal. He made for the outside door.
There stood a few guests which had obviously been waiting for him.

"Hey, pretty boy. You have a nice, tight butt. We have captured
all of your sexy body on video. You can watch later on YouTube!!!!!!"
they called out as they waved their cell phones at him.

Damn, Damn, Damn, thought Mark.

What far reaching consequences today's events would have on this
young man could not have even been guessed at by Mark.


... to be continued ...


Thank you for reading this the first chapter of my latest new story.
I hope you liked it, and don't forget I always look forward to
receiving your constructive comments. For my other stories I need
urgently an editor, because editing my text need a lot of time and
I need one editor for each of my seven stories.

Moritz

Visiting me on my weblog http://moritz-erotic-stories.blogspot.com
(only with stories written by me!).