I work as a lifeguard at a local indoor pool. But ever since this angry moon business, I’ve been seeing some crazy things. More and more people have been coming in to drown themselves.

I don’t know why they don’t just do it in their own bathtub. Maybe they didn’t know they were going to drown themselves until they made an impulsive decision to come here. Some come in for a swim, only to end up drowning themselves. Others come in right at closing time to do the deed when the pool will be empty.

Kari

The first drowning I ever witnessed at our pool was a woman named Kari. She was a regular of mine in her mid thirties. She would come in and swim laps in her swimcap and one-piece until closing time. Then she would get out, take a shower, and go home.

On this particular night, she swam until five minutes after closing time. She was in a black one-piece and black swimcap while wearing light blue goggles. It never occurred to me this would be the last night I would ever see her.

We often exchange light banter, and we occasionally flirt. So when she was late getting out of the pool during her swim, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. I simply left her alone to finish her swim.

Imagine my surprise when she made the turn in the deep end, only to not come back up. It took me a few moments to notice she was still below the surface. It looked like she was down near the bottom of the pool.

I anxiously dove in after her, swimming down to the bottom to scoop her up. I brought her up until her head came up out of the water and she started gasping. That’s when she turned toward me with an angry expression as we tread water near the side of the pool.

“What the hell did you do that for?” she cried out.

I blinked in surprise, astonished at her remark. So I told her, “It looked like you were going to drown down there!”

“I was!” she replied indignantly. “That is, until you interfered! Do you mind?”

My jaw must have hit the floor as I asked, “Kari, are you serious?”

“You’re damn right, I am! Now would you just let me be?”

The flirtatious banter was gone. She seemed determined. And with that, she deliberately submerged herself in an eruption of bubbles.

I watched her as she skulled all the way down to the bottom. Then she appeared to deliberately gulp water. It totally shocked me.

Instinctively, I swam down to retrieve her. But I stopped myself before I reached out to her. I had to fight my internal programming that wanted to get her back to the surface to revive her.

You see, there’d been a couple of other drownings while I wasn’t on duty. So we’d all been told by management that if a person ever came in and wanted to drown themselves, we were instructed not to interfere. Legal reasons I suppose, as one drowning person in another state had been rescued and had subsequently sued her rescuer.

We were supposed to wait until they drowned. Then we were ordered to pull them out after about five minutes. Afterwards, we had to make a call to dispose of the body so they wouldn’t contaminate our pool. That was the extent of our duties should someone come in here with a death wish.

So with those instructions fresh in my mind, I drifted in place while watching Kari spasm and drown. She had this strange expression on her face as though she was shocked I was not intervening. Maybe she’d changed her mind. But I thought it best not to interfere.

She hitched and gurgled, spasming and gulping more water. She seemed a little shocked by the whole thing. Maybe it was the pain of swallowing water. Or maybe it was surprise I had not tried to save her a second time.

She finally drifted downward until she lay flat on her back on the pool floor. I surfaced to catch my breath. Then I timed her presence down on the bottom.

When I thought about five minutes were up, I went down and retrieved her body. I brought her up and placed her along the side of the pool before getting out and making a call to the Angry Moon disposal unit. They came twenty minutes later and took her away.

And just like that, I lost my regular swimmer. I had also witnessed my very first self-deletion of an individual. I think it was the third or fourth drowning that had occurred at our facility.

I had no idea what had driven her to do that on that particular evening. Maybe she had suddenly despaired that life would be coming to an end anyway. After all, the moon was coming closer and was destined to hit the earth in another couple of years or so. I could only speculate on what had come over her for her to choose that particular night to drown herself…

Evelyn

Eight days later, I witnessed another one. It was a woman in her fifties. She wasn’t bad looking either, certainly not in that modest yellow bikini she was wearing when I saw her. She just came in late, appearing from the locker room after everyone else had gotten out of the water.

She had a weight belt around her waist. And she was more than a little surprised to see my sudden appearance. Perhaps she planned to drown herself while I was occupied with closing up the facility.

She was startled as she told me, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know anyone was still out here. I thought you were in the office or the men’s locker room.”

I looked at her kind of funny, noting what she was wearing. “Oh, this?” she said with an embarrassed smile, motioning at her weight belt. “I was just going to, uh… to, uh…”

“…drown yourself?” I finished for her.

She blushed and lowered her head. “You don’t mind, do you? I mean… you’re not going to stop me, are you?”

I shook my head. “No, ma’am; I’m not going to stop you. Management told us lifeguards not to interfere.”

“Oh, really?” That news seemed to surprise her.

I didn’t think she needed to drown herself. But what was I to do? Rules were rules, and I could get fired if I went against regulations.

I thought management was kind of cold about these things. They just wanted to make sure I stuck around and cleaned up afterwards. That’s why I’d been asked to remain at the pool a few minutes longer than normal in case of situations such as hers.

She seemed taken aback by my declaration that I wasn’t going to prevent her from going through with it. “You’re serious?” she asked in disbelief. “You’re really not going to stop me? They sure stopped me last week when I was at the South Park pool.”

I shook my head. “No, ma’am; we’re not going to stop you here. But are you sure you really want to go through with this? ‘Cause I’ve been instructed not to save you if it looks like you really do intend to drown yourself.”

She nodded with understanding. Then she asked, “Aren’t you depressed, young man? I mean that Angry Moon thing is ending everything, taking away your future. Doesn’t that depress you?”

“No, ma’am; not right now. Right now I want to live. I don’t know about tomorrow. But tonight, I want to live.”

She gave me a sad little smile. “You’re a sensible young man, probably more sensible than I am.” Then she paused before adding, “Would you mind helping me?”

“How do you mean… ‘helping you’? I’m not allowed to stop you. But I really don’t want to assist you in your… your ‘self-deletion’, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh, I don’t want you to do that. It’s just that… my body might… try to live is all. I might need a little extra help staying down.”

“Won’t that be enough?” I asked, pointing at the belt around her waist.

“It should be, but you never know. I’ll probably hold my breath at first. It’ll be instinctive.”

“Well, I…”

“I’ll tell you what let’s do. Just come on down and hold my hand. That would be very nice of you. I’d really appreciate that.”

“Ok, Miss, uh…”

“Evelyn. Call me Evelyn.”

“Ok, Evelyn. I’ll give you a few seconds to get settled in. Then I’ll be right down to join you.”

“Thank you, young man.” Then she took a deep breath before calmly stepping off the side of the pool with a quiet splash.

Bubbles billowed to the surface as I checked the time. I waited thirty seconds before I dove in. She was sitting on the bottom, waiting for me.

I swam down and drew closer. She smiled at me and bubbled as she stretched out her arms. So I took her hands in mine.

She surprised me by deliberately opening her mouth and inhaling. A moment later, she really started spasming and convulsing. It was my first drowning up close and personal.

I held on and watched as she finished hitching and gurgling. It was kind of sad, yet peaceful in a way. Then I gently laid her out onto her back.

She vacantly stared upward, a stray bubble slipping out past her parted lips. She almost looked satisfied about something. Maybe my holding her hands had helped calm her or something.

I surfaced and climbed out. Then I marked the time until five minutes had elapsed. Afterwards, I went back down and retrieved her body.

I carefully laid her out along the side of the pool. Then I got out of the water and called the Angry Moon Disposal unit. Thankfully I didn’t have to wait long before they arrived and took her away. It only took them ten minutes to get there.

Lucilla

Evelyn’s drowning affected me in unexpected ways. It didn’t occur to me until later just how aroused I’d become while watching her drown. I felt ashamed the way it had excited me. That’s when I realized Kari’s drowning had also had a similar effect on me.

I told myself what a heel I’d been. There she was: drowning herself so as not to have to witness the destruction being caused by the changing weather patterns and overall craziness of the world around us. And there I’d been: becoming aroused watching her gulp water and drown.

It dawned on me she might have noticed how stiff my cock had become under my speedos. I thought she’d smiled simply because I was there with her in her final moments. But maybe she’d smiled because of my bulge, my body’s reaction to her impending drowning.

I decided I would have to do something about that. It wouldn’t do for me to get horny every time someone came in who wanted to drown themselves. I would have to come up with a better way to help them depart on their own terms without showing how overly excited I was becoming.

I tracked down a kettle ball. Then I located a rope with a clip on one end. The last thing I came up with was a set of handcuffs.

I placed them in a container under my lifeguard tower. Then I waited. I couldn’t help wondering if I would ever get the chance to use them.

Six days later, a woman came in at the last minute before we closed the pool. She looked to be in her forties. The water was empty and I was just tidying up.

She saw me in my red speedos and came right over. She coughed nervously. Then she started to speak.

“Excuse me, sir. I don’t suppose you could… you could help me with something, could you?”

“What’s that, miss?” I asked helpfully.

“Well, I was… I was kind of hoping that you… I mean… that you would help me drown myself.” Then she blushed as she lowered her head.

“Miss, are you serious?”

“Oh yes, sir!” she replied, trying to sound eager. “I was kind of hoping that you would… that you would help me… I mean, that you would let me drown in your pool.”

“Well, miss,” I mused thoughtfully, wondering how I could explain things to her.

“Sir, I’ll do anything!” she blurted out in growing panic, thinking I was about to say no. “I tried to drown myself in the South Park pool. But they got me out of the water and sent me on my way. I’ll do anything!”

“Anything?” I asked carefully as I eyed the container of items under the lifeguard chair.

Thinking of her drowning was starting to have that same embarrassing effect on me. My cock began to stiffen in my speedos, and I couldn’t get it to stop. That’s when she saw my developing bulge and blurted out, “I’ll drown naked for you! I’ll even suck your cock, although I can’t hold my breath long.”

I was immediately embarrassed as I started to tell her, “Well, I’m not sure…”

“Please, sir! I’ll do anything! Just let me drown in your pool!”

Her eagerness was doing my erection no favors. So I told her, “I have something you might like.” Then I went over and retrieved the kettle ball and handcuffs.

She eyed them carefully for a few moments. Then she eagerly told me, “Oh yes, sir! Those will work just fine!” Then she began to strip before I could react.

I started to tell her, “Miss, that won’t be necessary.” But she anxiously replied, “Oh, no! I’ll drown naked if you wish. It’s the least I can do for you letting me use your pool like this!”

By now, I had a very distinct bulge in my speedos. I was embarrassed, and I tried to hide it by letting my hands hang down in front of me.

“Oh, that’s ok, sir,” she told me as she kept looking at my crotch. “I don’t mind if you’re hard. I said I’d suck you underwater, and I will.”

She finished undressing. Then she stood there naked, hopeful excitement in her eyes. I was embarrassed over how hard my cock had become.

“Well, let me show you how this will work, miss,” I explained. “The rope is attached to the kettle ball like a tether. “You’ll wear these handcuffs on your wrists in front of you. Then I’ll…”

“…clip the rope to my cuffs?” she excitedly finished for me as she sat down on the edge of the deep end, her legs in the water. “Oh, thank you, sir!” Then she snatched the cuffs out of my hand and attached them to her wrists before I could change my mind.

“I’ve never seen anyone quite so eager,” I told her with my best, gentle smile as I sat down next to her.

“You’re the first one who’s going to let me drown in their pool, sir,” she replied. “I mean… you ARE going to let me drown; aren’t you?”

“Yes, miss. But I must warn you. Because you want to drown, I have instructions not to save you.”

“Oh, THANK you, sir!” she gushed.

I watched her clip the rope from the kettle ball to her cuffs. Then she excitedly turned toward me. “I want to thank you for letting me do this, sir. And a promise is a promise. Please remove your speedos so I can see your cock, sir.”

I started to remove my speedos as I told her, “You don’t have to keep calling me sir; Miss, uh…”

“Lucilla. You can call me Lucilla.”

“And you can call me John.” But by then, she had already leaned over and had started sucking my cock.

She was quite enthusiastic about it. I wanted to be embarrassed about it. But it felt too good.

I coughed as though clearing my throat before telling her, “I don’t mean to hurry this up or anything. But it’s getting late, Lucilla.”

She came up off my cock all apologies. “Oh, I’m sorry, John.” Then she anxiously looked all around before asking, “We’re not going to be, uh… interrupted, are we?”

“No, Lucilla. Once you go into the water like that, I have instructions not to free you, although I suspect you could easily free yourself if you change your mind.”

“Oh, I’m not going to change my mind, John. I’m just so appreciative. But I think you’d better get down ahead of me so I can start sucking your cock the second I reach the bottom.”

I shamefully lowered my head as I told her, “Lucilla, I’m a little embarrassed to tell you this. But I might cum in your mouth while you’re drowning.”

“Oh, you’re so thoughtful, John. But that’s all right. It feels kind of good knowing I’ll be giving someone pleasure as I drown.”

She reached over and wrapped her fingers around the handle to the kettle ball before saying, “I’m ready whenever you are, John. Just grab my head when I get down there and use my skull for your pleasure. The water will do the rest.”

I wanted to make sure she was serious. So I said, “Last chance to back out, Lucilla.”

She smiled as she replied, “See you on the bottom, John.”

I started taking big breaths. She followed my lead. Then I inhaled deeply before slipping off the edge of the pool with a splash.

I quickly swam down to the bottom of the pool. I had just gotten there when Lucilla came rocketing down. Actually, the kettle ball was rocketing down, pulling her down with it by her tethered handcuffs to the rope with the clip attached to the end.

Thankfully I’d moved far enough away from the wall where it didn’t hit me. But I had to reach out and grab Lucilla by her head or she might have banged it into the floor coming down. That’s when I pulled her face to my erection.

She hungrily took me into her mouth. Then I started fucking her skull. It was instinctive, and I embarrassed myself by how aggressive I’d become.

I finally eased off, thrusting gently between her lips. She grunted and gurgled up bubbles. I was shamefully hard as a rock.

She suddenly jerked around against the rope tethering her to the kettle ball. She’d reached that panic stage where she couldn’t hold her breath much longer. Her body wanted to return to the surface.

I waited for her to work at freeing herself. But she never made the attempt. A moment later, she took a big mouthful of water around my cock between her lips.

She immediately began hitching and gurgling as she thrashed about. That’s when my cock shamefully went off in her mouth as I held her head in place. She coughed up water, bubbles and cum as she hitched and grunted.

She spasmed less and less until she lifelessly hung tethered to the kettle ball, my cock in her mouth. I slowly pulled out, causing a little cum to swirl out as well. She stared with unseeing eyes at my swirling cream, her mouth open in the form of an “oh”.

I was about out of air myself. So I headed for the surface. I burst up gasping for breath as I looked over and noted the time.

I was embarrassed the way I’d used her mouth like that, even though she’d told me over and over again that she wanted me to. I was also ashamed over how aroused I’d become while watching her drown. But she’d certainly seemed eager for it, and was more than appreciative I was allowing her to drown in our indoor pool.

I waited for five minutes. Then I went down to retrieve her naked body. I unhooked her from the clip and brought her naked body up with the cuffs still attached.

I couldn’t help noticing a little discharge around her crotch. I got the distinct impression she’d experienced some sort of orgasm during her final moments. That made me feel somewhat better.

I got her up and laid her out along the side of the pool. I got out of the water, retrieved the keys and freed her from the cuffs. Then I put my speedos back on before I went and called Angry Moon Disposal.

When they arrived, they took her just the way she was. They didn’t care about her clothes. They said the bodies ended up naked anyway. So I folded up her clothes and put them in an empty locker before I got dressed and went home for the night.

4/10/25 Inspired by Naxos “Angry Moon” theme, and written with his permission.