I had suspected for some time that the neighbourhood swimming pool I frequent is a gathering place for gays. Today, I had the fortune or misfortune (depending on how you see it) to confirm my suspicion.
I was on leave today and decided to go swimming in the afternoon. It is usually therapeutic for me to exercise, as the physical exertion is a good change from the usual mental exertion that my job requires. The water turned out to be disgustingly salty and full of fallen leaves and twigs. I swam only half the number of laps that I usually do. Along the way, I noticed that there was only 1 girl in the pool, the rest of the swimmers are all solitary males, one wearing his white trunks low enough that his butt crack is showing. Good grief. I know that speedos are low, but I don’t usually see them so low at the public pools. Then again, I seldom swim here on weekday afternoons.
Showering in the common bathroom, I saw this guy behind me who was looking around. Ok, some times I also look around, but I’m either checking if anybody is touching my bag (potential thief) or ogling at me (potential gay). I thought he was normal. Until I finished my shower and walked away to get changed. Then I saw that he had been masturbating. I don’t usually pay attention to how other guys wash their genitals, but I don’t think they spend so much time washing just that. And they are usually not in an aroused state. Never mind, quickly walk away.
Public male toilets tend to be a bit “open-concept” and guys just get changed at the benches. A towel is usually all you have to protect your modesty. I took care to make good use of the towel to not to expose anything more than I have to when I got changed.
Then I realise that the guy next to me who is holding his handphone in his hand is looking at me from time to time. Shit. He’s one of them! He’s not sending SMS but using the camera to take photos or videos of that other guy masturbating in the shower! At least I don’t think he’s aiming it at me. I will whack the shit out of him if I catch him pointing it at me. They chatted after that. I don’t know if this was prearranged or if they were just picking each other up. I don’t think I really want to know also.
This is all quite disturbing. Fortunately, there is another neighbourhood pool I can go to. It will be nearer my new apartment, and it is quieter, the water cleaner. And I hope I will not find gays there.