After leaving high school I did some triathlons and the leg that scared me the most was swimming. I was an OK swimmer but not great and not confident at the kind of distances required in the longer triathlons. So I spent a fair bit of time swim training at the local aquatic center.

The pool was a city run center with a fifty meter outdoor olympic sized pool, grand stand area and huge change rooms. I had some naughty experiences in the change rooms with some random hookups and I would often jerk off in the showers. I have a pretty serious speedo fetish (I own and write the Aussie Speedo Guy blog) and swimming in my skimpy little speedos would turn me on, so I’d finish my laps, go up to the change rooms and jerk off. It was a turn on jerking off thinking I could be caught.

It turns out that I did get caught a few times, sometimes on purpose when I had organized for a guy to ‘accidentally on purpose’ interrupt me and a couple of times I was caught when it wasn’t ‘on purpose’. This experience which I had nearly fifteen years ago was one of the latter.

I’ve already explained how I would get horny swimming in my speedos. This day that I’m reminiscing about was just like that. The pool was really quiet so I headed up to the change rooms after swimming two kilometers in about forty minutes. I threw my bag on one of the benches and headed to the big open area shower. There were individual shower cubicles but I would use the open/group showers, making me more turned on at the thought of getting caught.

There I was, eighteen years old, smooth, just under six foot, short dark hair, slim, wearing a pair of black speedos that were a size or two too small. My, average sized, cut cock was straining against the black lycra as if it was trying to escape.

I was rubbing my arse with my left hand and with my right I pulled the front of my speedo down releasing my engorged eighteen year old cock. My hand started pumping my cock up and down, not too quickly because I wanted to enjoy it and I wasn’t in any rush. I closed my eyes imaging that the entire shower room was filled with other young guys showering in their speedos and jerking off.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

The deep bellowing voice shocked me out of my fantasy. I physically jumped and might have let out a little bit of a scream.

Standing there with hands on his hips was Gary, the manager of the pool.

Gary and his wife manage the pool. They are in their late forties or early fifties, I would guess. They are nice enough and we say hello each time I go to the pool but I’ve never really had a conversation with them. I had seen Gary get pissed off at people not obeying the pool rules and I wouldn’t want to argue with him. He was a big guy, six foot easy, huge barrel chest, beard and overall just a big guy. I had seen him swimming laps wearing a red lifeguard speedo which I thought was cool but didn’t think much more about.

There I was, cock still in my hand and, Gary standing there with his hands on his hips.

“Turn the shower off and stand right where you are. Don’t you dare move a muscle Dave.”

As I turned off the shower Gary disappeared towards the entry to the change rooms. I tucked my cock back into my tiny speedo and stood there. Terrified.

I heard metal on metal which sounded like Gary was closing and locking the steel doors that closed the change rooms when the pool was shut. It felt like it was taking ages and my mind was going a million miles an hour. What kind of trouble was I in? Would Gary call the police? Would I be banned from the pool? Was he going to hit me? If he wanted to I was probably less than half Gary’s weight so couldn’t put up much of a fight.

Finally Gary came back into the shower area, wearing nothing but his red lifeguard speedo.

For such a huge guy I couldn’t believe how quickly Gary covered the distance across the shower area to me and all of a sudden he had me by the throat and my back against the shower wall.

“I know you come in here sucking and fucking your little swimming buddies. Now you are going to suck and fuck a real man. And if you don’t like it, I’m calling the police and telling them what you’ve been up to in my change rooms.”