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!
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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
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