You guys are well aware of how much Speedo fun I’ve gotten up to in pool change rooms over the years. It’s a huge part of my Speedo fetish. Well, I’m here to share an experience I had in the change rooms yesterday. Let’s just say I’m still a little sore from the encounter. The Big Guy and I are both in our thirties and this experience was consensual.

It was a beautiful winter’s day—so much so that I put sunscreen on—and my Speedo tan would have gotten a top-up after spending nearly an hour swimming laps. The pool was quiet enough that I had a lane to myself. I dropped my dork shorts, stripping down to my newish Tom Daley ADIDAS Speedos, which are incredibly sexy. I probably could have gone one size bigger, but as they are, they’re a nice, snug fit.

There were two empty lanes beside each other in the middle of the pool. As I went to jump into one, I looked up and saw a guy at the opposite end of the fifty-metre pool about to jump into the same lane. He saw me just as I saw him, and we played a bit of musical chairs as we both moved over to the other open lane. We got it sorted in the end and were both laughing.

When I’m in the pool, I don’t mess around. Once I’m in, I bang it out. I swam fifteen hundred metres. I regularly swap which side I breathe on, so every two hundred and fifty metres, I’d catch glimpses of the guy in the lane next to me as we passed each other. He was a big guy—leaner than me, but at least half a foot taller—and he swam a lot faster than I did. He was wearing a pair of navy Speedos with some white writing on the bum that I couldn’t quite make out.

After my first set, I swam five hundred metres of slow breaststroke, alternating with a length on my back, kicking. This gave me a chance to look around the pool, and it was even quieter than when I’d gotten in. The Big Guy was loitering a little at one end, but apart from a nod of the head, we didn’t chat.

Another five hundred metres of freestyle, and I was done.

I jumped out of the pool and, since I had some chores to do on my way home, headed to the change rooms for a quick shower and a change into some dry Speedos. I wear Speedos all the time.

The huge change rooms were empty. I had a quick shower, put on a pair of ADDICTED Speedos, and was just packing up my bag when I heard someone enter the change rooms. It was the Big Guy.

He dropped his bag against the wall on the opposite side of the change rooms from where I was. As I turned to leave, we crossed paths while he was heading towards the showers. He was a big man. My guess that he was half a foot taller than me was spot-on. He had broad shoulders and looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties.