When I was in high school, my senior year I went to live with an uncle in a small town in California. He was a truck driver and was gone for most of the week, and sometimes over the weekend. It left me with a lot of time to myself. I was 19 years old, so there was nonissue with being by myself. i could take care of myself. He lived in an apartment complex with a pool, which I enjoyed, so it wasn't all bad. I enjoyed the free time and freedom to do what we I wanted. At that age, I was horny all the time and liked the freedom to walk around naked and basically jack off whenever and wherever I wanted. I felt like I had a hard-on all the time!
This was problematic at the pool, to say the least. I was a swimmer and would wear my Speedo suit, so when I got aroused, there was no where to hide. Not that I had a big dick, quite the opposite actually. I have a pretty small dick. When small, it sits nicely in the Speedo pouch and you almost can't even see it! When hard, it gets to about 4 inches and is pretty thin. I was only about 5'5 and pretty thin with long hair. I was definitely not the "macho" male, but rather a bit feminine looking. Being a swimmer, I was usually mostly shaved, and being always horny, I used to enjoy shaving my pubes too. I was very hairless all over; I love the feeling, but it definitely did not make me more manly, haha. My swim mates used to joke that I should put on a girls swimsuit and compete as a female! Oddly, the idea of wearing a girls suit turned me on. One time after swim practice a girl on the team left a suit by accident. I grabbed it on my way out with the plan of bringing it to her at school tomorrow. When I got home, I thought more about the idea and decided to try it on. It felt amazing! It was so tight on my ass and crotch, I got instantly hard! That night, I must have jacked off 10 times while wearing it. The next day, I picked it up off the floor and it was covered in dry cum and was stiff as cardboard. I decided to keep it, couldn't return it in this state, and knew I would have many more stroking sessions in the future.
After school, I decided to use the apartment pool and cool off. There were always some bathing beauties at the pool, and with my quick trigger, I had to be careful and not sport a boner, but I had a solution! I would go into the pool house bathroom almost hourly and relieve myself in the stall. A quick stroking session and I was good for another hour or so, no matter how skimpy the girls suits were.
It was in the stall one time where this story starts to get interesting. I was playing with my little dick one time and must have forgotten to lock the door. As I was doing this, one of the neighbors, a guy in his 20s opened the stall to take a leak. What he got instead was a smallish, hairless, small cocked guy playing with his little pecker. I was stunned and couldn't move, he seemed shocked too- we both stood there for what seemed like a long time. Me with my little dick in my hand and him just staring. I couldn't help but notice that he seemed to be looking me up and down, and definitely spent some time looking at my body. I had been close before he burst in, and the taboo-ness of this was too much for me. I blew a load all over my hand and wall. I was standing there in post orgasmic daze with cum all over me and completely naked in front of a stranger. He closed the door and left and I quickly got dressed and ran to my apartment. I was terrified of what was going to happen. Was he going to rat me out, tell everyone that I masturbate at the pool? I would be banned, no doubt, from returning but even worse, would be so embarrassed I would not be able to show my face ever again.
I saw the guy the next day in the parking lot. Oh shit, what was going to happen. I tried to look down and get away but he called out and ran my way. Luckily, he didn't seem aggressive or that he was going to do anything, but I was scared shitless nonetheless. He came over and started talking, and actually apologized for bursting in. He seemed just as embarrassed as I was. I was still breathing heavy and visibly scared. He tried to console me but I was breathing so hard and with all the adrenaline I started to get real light headed. He caught me before I fell and helped me walk to the apartment. My unit was in the fourth floor so he suggested we go to his as it was a lot closer and easier to get to.