Part 1
Four years ago I stepped into my first thermal pool. Growing up and being part of a modern, more prudish generation meant the locker rooms I’d been to had always had private shower stalls and I had never seen a guy my age in anything less than their underwear. My then 19-year-old impressionable mind had yet to explore my sexual desires, partially because of the fear of meeting up with a stranger and partially because I was saving myself for the right guy. At what was likely peak tourist season, my family decided to go on a trip to Hungary where I then found myself at one of Budapest’s thermal pools.
While my dad stayed behind at the hotel with my brother who had caught a stomach bug, I tagged along with my mom, sister, and male cousin that was 24 at the time. We separated to get dressed in the locker rooms, and I immediately felt an immense culture shock. Unlike any I’d ever seen before, the locker room seemed endless with pockets of lockers in all directions and men of all sizes in different stages of getting dressed. I followed my cousin as I felt my cheeks fluster at the site of naked men casually strutting about the room, some on their phone and some chatting with others. This was my first time I’d seen another man’s dick, and I was overwhelmed and intimidated at their presence.
My cousin found our assigned lockers and mindlessly unpacked his bag. I tried not to stare as he took off his shirt and revealed his bulky toned torso. At the corner of my eye I noticed he had suddenly dropped his underwear and was completely naked, and a rush of adrenaline swept my body. I pretended to reach down for something on his side and I was able to be inches away from his girthy, uncut cock. His dick perfectly matched his tanned skin and laid under his bushy, untrimmed crotch. His foreskin ran along just enough to reveal the tip of his pink head and his balls dangled low. In the heat of the summer, he was visibly sweating and I swear I could smell his stench.
My glance did not last long but it had consequences. While my cousin did not notice, my dick sure did and I felt a growing semi prop up. By then I had taken my shirt off but I was too flustered to change out of my shorts. My cousin was finishing up when I decided to quickly pull down my shorts and changed into my bathing suit.
“Dude, what are you doing? Take your underwear off.” My cousin said, sternly staring at me. He stood already in his own bathing suit, and it was clear he was just waiting for me. I hesitated for a second, but I proceded to follow his orders and take my bathing suit off. My white briefs felt tight as they held my semi-hard dick in place. I wondered whether my cousin would look away, but he stayed put and stared at me as if measuring me up. I knew my face was red by then and I felt humiliated beyond belief.
I finally dropped my underwear and my dick sprang up. I did not have a full erection, but enough blood had pumped into my dick to make it look plump. My foreskin had retracted as it normally does at this state and I noticed a faint glimmer of precum on my tip. I avoided looking at my cousin like my life depended on it, and yet I could feel him doing the complete opposite as he stared intently into my crotch. I put on my bathing suit correctly then noticed a smirk on his face. He patted me on my bare shoulder as he led the way to the pools.
Four years ago I stepped into my first thermal pool. Growing up and being part of a modern, more prudish generation meant the locker rooms I’d been to had always had private shower stalls and I had never seen a guy my age in anything less than their underwear. My then 19-year-old impressionable mind had yet to explore my sexual desires, partially because of the fear of meeting up with a stranger and partially because I was saving myself for the right guy. At what was likely peak tourist season, my family decided to go on a trip to Hungary where I then found myself at one of Budapest’s thermal pools.
While my dad stayed behind at the hotel with my brother who had caught a stomach bug, I tagged along with my mom, sister, and male cousin that was 24 at the time. We separated to get dressed in the locker rooms, and I immediately felt an immense culture shock. Unlike any I’d ever seen before, the locker room seemed endless with pockets of lockers in all directions and men of all sizes in different stages of getting dressed. I followed my cousin as I felt my cheeks fluster at the site of naked men casually strutting about the room, some on their phone and some chatting with others. This was my first time I’d seen another man’s dick, and I was overwhelmed and intimidated at their presence.
My cousin found our assigned lockers and mindlessly unpacked his bag. I tried not to stare as he took off his shirt and revealed his bulky toned torso. At the corner of my eye I noticed he had suddenly dropped his underwear and was completely naked, and a rush of adrenaline swept my body. I pretended to reach down for something on his side and I was able to be inches away from his girthy, uncut cock. His dick perfectly matched his tanned skin and laid under his bushy, untrimmed crotch. His foreskin ran along just enough to reveal the tip of his pink head and his balls dangled low. In the heat of the summer, he was visibly sweating and I swear I could smell his stench.
My glance did not last long but it had consequences. While my cousin did not notice, my dick sure did and I felt a growing semi prop up. By then I had taken my shirt off but I was too flustered to change out of my shorts. My cousin was finishing up when I decided to quickly pull down my shorts and changed into my bathing suit.
“Dude, what are you doing? Take your underwear off.” My cousin said, sternly staring at me. He stood already in his own bathing suit, and it was clear he was just waiting for me. I hesitated for a second, but I proceded to follow his orders and take my bathing suit off. My white briefs felt tight as they held my semi-hard dick in place. I wondered whether my cousin would look away, but he stayed put and stared at me as if measuring me up. I knew my face was red by then and I felt humiliated beyond belief.
I finally dropped my underwear and my dick sprang up. I did not have a full erection, but enough blood had pumped into my dick to make it look plump. My foreskin had retracted as it normally does at this state and I noticed a faint glimmer of precum on my tip. I avoided looking at my cousin like my life depended on it, and yet I could feel him doing the complete opposite as he stared intently into my crotch. I put on my bathing suit correctly then noticed a smirk on his face. He patted me on my bare shoulder as he led the way to the pools.
