Fred, Part 1

Tomáš

His Speedo was colorful and small, tiny even. We shortly had eye contact. He smiled and gave me a quick nod before diving into the pool. His coiffed brown hair and attire choice made me feel like he could be into men. My instinct told me he may have been checking me out. But I’d learned quickly that the American rules of gaydar don’t always apply in Europe.

My best friend Michael and I had been on the Eurotrip of our dreams. We had been talking about it ever since we became roommates in freshman year at college. This summer was supposed to be the summer of our lives. And it had been amazing so far. London, Paris and Barcelona had all been checked off our list.

Unfortunately, the day before we were supposed to leave Barcelona, Michael got a call. His Dad had been in a car accident. He was going to be OK, but he had been very confused. A concussion had caused him to suffer short-term memory loss. He had also broken his leg and was going to be getting surgery. Michael’s Mom was in tears when she told him.

That night, Michael and I had a lengthy and emotional talk. Michael wanted to fly back, mostly to be there for his Mom, but he insisted I continue the trip. I really didn’t feel comfortable going to four more destinations by myself, and it’s not how we had pictured it 6 years ago. On the other hand, he didn’t want to be responsible for me not finishing my dream. I promised him I would at least try to continue the trip, but I knew it wouldn’t be the same.

Now I was here, on a sunbed by the pool of this big hotel in Ibiza. It was supposed to be our halfway stop to relax and then continue to Rome, Berlin and finally Amsterdam. Now that I was here by myself, I was using it to clear my mind and think about how the rest of the trip would be without Michael.

The relaxing I could do by myself quite easily. After arriving yesterday, I had been chilling on the balcony of the seaview room we had booked. It was more like a little apartment, as I had my own kitchen. I had made myself some dinner and had a very relaxing sleep. This morning, I was quite enjoying the sights at the pool.

However, now that I was by myself, I might not be going to the Ibiza bars and clubs, because that would make me quite self-conscious. With Michael, we definitely would have gone there. We would have switched going to straight and gay spots, just like we would at home in Kansas City, so each of us had a shot at picking someone up. Also going to a restaurant by myself wasn’t exactly what I was looking forward to, but maybe I would overcome my anxiety about that. Yet the goal in Ibiza was to relax, and I would manage that just fine.

The idea of exploring Rome all by myself, however, my flight just 5 days away, wasn’t fun for me. But maybe I could make it fun by adjusting my plans, just like I was doing here.

I was lost in thought when I saw Speedo guy put his arms up on the side of the pool. His wet hair stuck to his face, he still looked charming. He seemed out of breath. He had been swimming laps for quite a while and I realized I had been staring at him going back and forth while I had been thinking. I wasn’t sure if he was going to exit the pool, or just make eye contact again, I decided to close my eyes and lay back, hoping I hadn’t been caught staring.

“Excuse me?”, I heard in quite a thick accent.
I lifted my head and looked straight at Speedo guy. I lifted my sunglasses.
“Do you know what time is it?”
I could not place his accent, maybe it was Russian. I checked my phone.
“10:25”, I said.
“Thank you very much.”

He continued to look at me. I smiled awkwardly.
“You here alone? I hope no?”
I chuckled.
“My friend left early because his Dad was in an accident.”
“Oh. This is not good! What accident?”
“Car accident.”

Speedo guy made a concerned face, still leaning on the side of the pool. He looked cute. I took my sunglasses off and put them next to me.
“He broke his leg, but he is going to be OK.”
“OK. Good. But friend leave?”
“Yes, he went back to America.”
“You live in America?”
That seemed to get him excited. He smiled. He pulled himself up and leaned forward on his elbows. His wet, lightly hairy chest shortly distracted me.
“Yeah!”
“New York? Hollywood? Las Vegas?”
I laughed.
“No. Kansas City.”
I figured he wouldn’t know where that was, but it had a better shot than the town I grew up in, which was Laramie, Wyoming.

“Cool!”, he said blankly, “I am from Prague.”
“Oh, wow!”, I said.
Prague had been on the list but hadn’t made the cut for this first Eurotrip. A second trip to the North and East would have to be in order for me and Michael.

I thought it was really sweet this guy was talking to me, even though I didn’t particularly feel lonely so far. Just as I wanted to thank him for it, he spoke up.
“My friends, we go to waterpark today. You want to come?”
“Really?”
I sat up completely. I was shocked he offered me to come along, that was so nice.
“Is not nice to be alone in vacation!”, he said.
“That’s great, I’d love to come!”

He pulled himself out of the water and walked the few steps to my sunbed. His body was gorgeous and shiny and the bulge in his Speedo flopped back and forth. He stood over me and shook my hand.
“I’m Tomáš”, he said. The stress was different and it ended in more of a “shh”, but it was definitely like Thomas.
“Fred”, I said, as I shook his hand, still moist from the water.

Martin

“Tomáš!”
I suddenly heard his name a second time as we both turned around. A short, but beautiful piece of man walked in. He had darker hair, some light scruff and was wearing clingy workout clothes. His body was beefy and juicy.

Tomáš talked to his friend in a language impossible to understand. It sounded like there were a lot of Z’s. Tomáš turned to me as he was probably explaining he had invited me to come along today.
“Oh hi, I’m Martin!”
He extended his hand, I shook it enthusiastically and introduced myself.
“You’re coming along to the waterpark?”
Martin barely had an accent and also seemed to have a better grasp of English grammar, even though I had been able to understand Tomáš just fine.
“Yeah, it sounds like a fun day, and I didn’t have anything else planned.”
“Tomáš just explained, must be rough to have a friend leave halfway through a holiday!”
“Yeah, I wasn’t really sure what to do”, I admitted.

Martin, Tomáš and I walked back to the hotel lobby.
“Two of our friends are still in the gym, what do you say we all get ready and meet in the lobby at 11?”
“Sounds good!”, I said.

I went up to my apartment and I was feeling quite excited for the day. I was going to be hanging out with some random hot guys from the Czech Republic at a waterpark, in what I was hoping would be tiny swimsuits. I was just pre-emptively deciding that the two guys still in the gym were also hot.

I got ready and went down to the lobby early. I had kept my swimsuit on under my shorts, and I couldn’t wait. I’d always loved to go to waterparks, but it had been a while since I had been to one.

Jakub

I heard a bunch of loud, male voices. I turned around and it definitely was the Czechs. I immediately spotted the muscly tall guy, who introduced himself as Jakub. His massive arms burst out of his colorful T-shirt. His pecs also immediately caught my eye. With such an impressive physique, he was really soft-spoken and almost shy when he shook my hand. He smiled awkwardly and immediately apologized for his English after he had said was that it was nice to meet me. Although he did have an accent, his English seemed fine.

There was one final Czech guy to meet, and it was Lukáš. Lukáš was definitely a full-on bodybuilder. His wide, confident smile, blew me away, but not to the extent that his body did, as I quickly checked it out. It became clear quite quickly that Lukáš didn’t speak any English at all. However, with his friends he was probably the loudest.

“Thanks so much that you all don’t mind me tagging along”, I said.
Lukáš continued to smile and nodded. Martin quickly said something in Czech. Lukáš then said something, after which Martin told me, “No problem, it’s going to be great fun!”

Lukáš

Tomáš then led the way to the bus stop and all the guys followed. I walked next to Martin and thanked him for translating. In front of me the size of the asses was not just distracting but almost hypnotizing. Especially Lukáš’s ass was like it had a life of its own. Jakub also had a pretty big ass. Tomáš’s had a nice curve to it as well though.

The three men in front of me were quite loud. Tomáš was just generally talkative, Lukáš had a loud laugh. Jakub was still the quiet one. People in the street looked our way, both because there were some guys here that would just draw one’s gaze, but also because of the sheer loudness of the group.

Martin and I chatted as we walked, only for a few minutes.
“So how do you all know each other?”
“We all go to the same gym in Prague”, Martin answered.
“Oh that’s pretty cool”, I said, “so you all have different jobs, backgrounds and stuff?”
“Yeah, I’d say so. We’re pretty close by now, we’ve been going on holiday together once a year for almost a decade.”
“Wow! Always to Ibiza?”
“No, but always somewhere in the South of Europe. It’s not our first time in Spain by a long shot.”
“It is for me!”

I told Martin the story of how Michael and I had planned this trip years ago when we shared our dorm. While telling the story I did glance over to the large butts before us more than a few times. I had definitely seen Lukáš wore a Speedo, or maybe briefs, under his tight blue shorts. There were two lines across his large glutes that were easily spotted.

By the time we were at the bus stop, all the guys listened to me telling my story, which was nice. I could tell Martin, Tomáš and Jakub were following, but I wasn’t sure about Lukáš. The bus arrived and we all got on. There wasn’t much space, so when Jakub and Tomáš sat next to each other, there was still a spot next to Lukáš, which Martin told me to take. He himself sat next to a girl in the seats in front of us.

Lukáš

I was very attracted to Lukáš and it was nice to sit close to him. I was a little afraid that we wouldn’t be able to have a conversation for the nearly 15 minute bus ride. He smiled at me. He smelled very good.
“I… English. Not good”, he said.
I chuckled. His big smile was so attractive.
“My Czech is also not good”, I replied.
He laughed. He understood.
“I… am Lukáš Macek. I am… two… eight… years.”
“28!” I corrected him, but was also surprised at how well he was doing.
“28”, he repeated. “I am from Czech Republic.”
I smiled.
“Very good!”

He pointed at me to say it was my turn.
“I am Fred. Frederico Torres. I am 25 years old.”
“Is from Spain?”, he asked, pointing down to clarify we were in Spain right now, and learly referring to my name.
“Sort of! My parents are from Puerto Rico.”
“Mama, papa?”
“Yes!”
“Puerto Rico!”, he repeated as he nodded joyfully.
“I…”, I continued, pointing at myself, “am from America.”
“You… uhmm… baby in America?”
“I was born there, yes.”

It took a while, but Lukáš and I were definitely bonding. He lived by himself in an apartment in Prague and he had a cat. It took a long time before I figured out he had two jobs, he was a welder during the day, and some nights he was a bouncer at a club. Martin had to help for some of this. I was proud I was able to explain I was an urban planner without help, although it did take quite a while.

When we were nearly there, he put his arm around me and squeezed my pec.
“Fred is good man!”, he shouted through the bus.
He was also happy to get to know me. His bicep bulged against my neck. I felt myself getting slightly aroused.

Martin

We got to the park and we all got changed in these stalls. When I came out, I saw Martin ready in sexy black squarecuts. His body was gorgeous. I had on my swim shorts above the knee, and I felt like I would be dressed most conservatively. And yes, all three remaining guys came out in Speedos. Jakub in red, Lukáš in blue, and Tomáš again in a funky pattern. I licked my lips and felt so fortunate to be walking across the waterpark with these guys.

It had been such a great day. Waterparks were just as fun as I remembered, however, the amount of screaming children that cut in front of you in the line got a little frustrating at one point. Though I probably was one of those screaming children the last time I went to a waterpark.

Also, I got to know the guys really well. Halfway through the day we sat down at a picnic table to have our lunch. Although it felt weird seeing these guys practically naked and so casually having some lunch, it was very easy to get used to.

Tomáš

I already knew about Lukáš’s jobs, but now I learned Martin was in IT, Tomáš acts in a daytime soap, and Jakub is a professional goalkeeper in soccer. I found out that Martin is originally from Slovakia. Also, Tomáš told me his girlfriend was pregnant! My gaydar was officially out of the window, and I was starting to feel like all of these guys were straight just by the way they were all bro-like with each other.

Another added element of fun to the waterpark was of course how hot these guys were. Walking up the stairs to a new waterslide with Lukáš’s ass in his tight little Speedos in front of me, right at my eye level, being a main example. I tried to let Lukáš go in front of me several times, to see more. When we simultaneously came down a slide, he was laughing so hard and turned around to show me that his Speedo had gotten completely wedged up his ass. My mouth fell open and I laughed with him, making sure I hid my instant hardon. Jakub seemed less aware of his Speedo issues, the top of his crack pretty much peeked out all day.

Jakub

Their casualness about their bodies was particularly exciting among all of these families. I did spot some of the middle-aged mothers sneaking glances, especially at Lukáš, whose Speedos would ride up his ass almost the entire day, until he’d fish them back out of his crack. It would only take a few minutes of us walking somewhere before the swimwear would creep back up.

At around 4, we decided to go and we all got changed again into our regular clothes. I felt so much closer to all of these guys, and really didn’t want the day to end, but I could tell they were all tired and so was I.

When we took the bus back, all 4 of the guys almost instantly passed out. This time I sat next to Jakub and our shoulders had touched immediately. Soon his heavy head fell against mine. It was such an intimate feeling. I was too aroused to fall asleep myself.

When we got back to the hotel, Tomáš asked me if I wanted to go out with them that night. I instantly said yes.
“Let’s all sleep a bit, yes? Go to restaurant and then party?”
“Sounds great!”, I replied.

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