Water park love

Note: This story deals with males on males, if this does not suit your fancy, stop reading.


My parents were out for the month, it was summer. I was bored at home, there’s not much at the age of 18 that you can do at home during the summer. I thought to go to Oceansplash, a water park near my home. This sounded good because not only could I get wet and cooled off during the hot day, but I could get some hours of prime people watching in.

I am a tall runner. I am toned and brown haired. Don’t forget a good tan! I was confused still at this point, and still am, about my sexuality.

When I got off the freeway and into the park I stood in line for the bracelet to get into the line. That’s when I saw him. I looked to my right and saw a six foot, tanned to hell, ripped guy. He had his shirt off and had his arm around some girl, damn. He had dirty blonde wavy hair. He was laughing. I feel like I took a picture of him and sent it to Abercrombie; he would be their new model. “Sir” I heard in the back of my head. I snapped out of it and walked to the window. I paid and the lady handed me a bracelet. I headed into the park.

The park had a wave pool, a river type thing and all the slides were in a large staired structure with many different lines to many different rides. I grabbed a single tube and headed to one of the rides that were single tube only. When I was halfway up the stairwell, I looked over the rail and there he was again. I couldn’t help but stare. He was gorgeous. Someone said something funny and he flashed his beautiful teeth. I looked at his face and he looked over. Shit. I was caught I looked down fast and then down the fence to see the floor below trying to seem preoccupied. When I looked back he was looking at me. He smiled, I Smiled back awkwardly. When I got to the top I went down the enclosed slide thinking thousands of possibilities from that smile. I was an idiot. When I got to the bottom I went to the bathroom, because I didn’t want to be the thousandth person to pee in the water.

When I got to the bathroom I went into a stall. Over the wall that lead to the cabanas outside I heard a girl shout “You asshole” and some words that indicated some guy was screwed. When I was done peeing I went outside and casually stood next to the covered wall of the cabana, out of sight. When the girl stormed out of the park I heard a guy say “Glad that’s over”. I was curious. I looked through the crack and it was him. He looked up and saw an eye looking at him. Wow did I feel like a creep. I sped off and was thinking “Oh shit oh shit oh shit”. I looked over and he was looking around. I got so flustered that I walked into the line for inter tubes that was for double tubes. I stood there and when I got to the front the lifeguard asked if I had anyone to ride with, I thought “What?” and then I looked up. I felt like an idiot. When I began to stammer out no and how I was sorry, a hand cupped my shoulder.