The inside goss on me – hehehe. Just personal crap I suppose.
I had just agreed to go home with Simon, and meet his husband, when he dropped a bombshell. “We are both tops, think you can handle that?”
Yes I can, and yes I did.
How it all started, I had an old friends birthday on Saturday down in Brisbane. I went down, crashed on the couch and had a drink or two, too many. Was a great night. Sunday morning I awoke mid morning and had to drive the ninety minutes back to my place. As I pulled out of my mates driveway an idea stuck me, I should go to the Valley Pool for a swim. The Valley Pool is close to the city, it is in a gay neighbourhood and I’ve seen lots of photos of guys hanging out in speedos. I had my swimming goggles in the car and I was wearing my tiny Aussie Flag speedos. That is what I decided to do.
This is one of the photos of the pool I had seen online.
My Aussie Flag speedos are one of the skimpiest speedos that I own. I use them (and a pair of white Arena speedos) to tan in because they are so small, but I have never been to a lap pool wearing either of them.
I got to the pool right around midday, I dropped in to a liquor store and filled up my two ‘water bottles’.
The rumors of speedo guys was true, there were at least twenty guys lying around the pool working on their speedo tans. I was in heaven!!!
Despite all the speedo talent on offer, I was kind of like the dog that caught the car. I don’t have the confidence to just walk up to a hot young speedo guy, and I didn’t know anyone at all. I found a lounge chair half in the sun and half out of it, I put down my stuff, dropped my shorts and jumped in the pool for some laps. I banged out an easy one thousand meters. My tiny Aussie Flag speedos felt great in the water.
I’ve never been to a public pool where it felt comfortable to just lay out and work on my speedo tan. But this place, it felt like the only acceptable thing to do. So I put on some sunscreen, put on my sun glasses and soaked in the view.
With one eye on my phone checking some work stuff, I had one eye on the pool and the speedo guys. Then I saw this absolutely stunning young guy come out of the change rooms. He was wearing a red speedo (red is just that little bit naughty right?), mid twenties, hairless, not an ounce of fat on him, blond and he fair dinkum looked like an Olympic Diver. There were some hot guys laying around the pool, this guy was twice as hot as any of them. The eye I had on my phone changed focus and followed this speedo guy as he walked around the pool. He had a towel over one shoulder and a pack on the other, his butt was just delicious and his red speedo looked like it was painted on.
The change rooms were directly opposite the fifty meter pool from me, red speedo guy walked all the way around the pool and I soaked in the view. When he got to my side of the pool he kept walking, I knew I was in for a show as he looked like he would walk right past me. He didn’t. Red speedo guy walked right up to the end of my lounge chair, standing there in all his glory. I put down my phone (not that I was looking at it anyway). Giving the red speedo guy my attention he asked if he could sit next to me.
I didn’t object.
Looking out from behind my sun glasses I could see more than one of the speedo guys around the pool looking at me with envy. I wasn’t sure why red speedo guy had picked me, there were way hotter guys there, I am at least ten years older than him and I’m working on loosing the ten kilograms that I put on during my recent road trip.
Red Speedo Guy was a Chatty Kathy and even before he sat down he was chatting. His name is Simon, he loved my Aussie Flag speedo, I told him it was my first time at the pool since I was in high school (we had a swimming carnival there), told him the beach town where I live. When Simon asked me what I do for work I hesitated for a minute, but then told him I run the Aussie Speedo Guy blog. Simon was over the moon, he told me that he and his husband are huge fans, they follow me on Twitter and he was regretfully not a member, although he promised they would join not that he has met Dave Evans in person. Simon noticed my ‘water bottle’ and said the he had his own ‘water bottle’ which was really a G&T (gin and tonic). The conversation flowed for the next fifteen minutes or so. He and his husband are twenty-four years old, they went to high school together which was pretty sweet.
Then I asked Simon, who was wearing a ring on his ring finger, if his husband knew he was at the pool flirting with older men?
Simon explained to me that his husband was just finishing up Medical School and that week had finished some huge exams, which thirty percent of people fail. That is pretty nasty after half a decade of study to fail a third of the class. Despite the exams, Simon’s Husband had to work at the hospital that morning and the Husband had asked Simon to go to the pool, and pick up something for them to play with.
Why me? I asked. There were a lot of much hotter guys around the pool than me.
Simon replied that he and his Husband both had Daddy issues. He said that although I’m not a Daddy just yet, I was getting close. Simon also said that I looked a little bit nervous which he thought was cute.
He had me convinced. Simon texted his Husband who replied immediately that he was home, and Simon was bringing home ‘something to play with’. I started packing up, I wrapped my towel around me, Simon did the same and then he dropped the bomb….. “We are both tops, think you can handle that?”
Hopefully I’ll finish this off on Monday or Tuesday for you guys. Very ‘hard’ to write about this experience.
I have a source for these ADDICTED brand speedos and I really love them!!! They fit great, the material is beautiful and they aren’t too ‘gay’ so I feel comfortable wearing them to the pool and beach.
For members…. here are some pics of me wearing them to the beach a few weeks ago (feels like that was the last time the sun was out).
Those black speedos have gotten me ‘outted’ a little bit lately. I used one of those pics above for my Grindr (online hookup app) and a few guys have messaged me saying “Love your blog” which is nice but I don’t really want the world to connect the two. Remember, I was sued by the Evil Speedo Corporation and I think they would love to knock on my door one day.
They also outted me the other week at the pool part after the Surf Life Saving Championships.
When the Gay Son and I got in the car to do a booze run the first words out of his mouth were commenting about how he recognized me by my new speedos. I might have to be a little bit more careful.
Would anyone like a pair of these speedos? If there is some interest I could arrange a membership deal or even pay with PayPal. My hookup needs to be discrete and with the shipping, they could take up to 8 weeks for guys in Europe or Nth America because I’d have to get them and then repost them.
Leave me a comment or shoot me an email if you would be interested.
The orgy video I posted yesterday gave me a bit of a flash back to something that happened to me 18 months ago……
Lying on the floor of the communal showers, I was was covered in cum. Not my cum. It was in my hair, in my chest hair, on my face, all over the speedos I was wearing, and I think there was even some cum between my toes.
This was part one of the initiation to my new waterpolo team.
My team mates had all left the big open shower area, leaving the coach and I alone. The coach, who liked to be called ‘Coach’ was a big guy. He had played waterpolo at two Olympics and his arms were easily bigger than my legs. Nearly sixty years old, Coach’s barrel chest and chiseled jaw left no doubt how fit and strong he was.
Back on my feet, Coach approached me. We were both wearing the team speedos and both had raging boners. Coach asked me if I really wanted to be a member of his team, I replied in the affirmative. I had been told that we weren’t allowed to take our team uniforms/speedos home and Coach reminded me of this as he started to undo the white drawstring at the front of my speedo. With the knot undone, he popped my cock out and slid them down until they were on the shower floor.
This whole thing started about a month ago when one of my members, Kieran, messaged me an invitation to come along and train with his waterpolo team. I had never played before but I swim three or more times a week and I have stated publicly how hot waterpolo guys are. Kieran told me that the team was short of players and would love to have me along. I was told that while it isn’t a ‘gay’ team (there are teams that wave the rainbow flag proudly), half the team were gay guys and most of the other guys seemed very open minded.
When you think about it, a waterpolo player is hanging around a bunch of guys wearing very, very little and it is a full contact sport. Not the kind of thing that attracts homophobes.
Sounded like fun, so I got my courage up and went along. The first two weeks were great. I was proud that my swimming was strong enough to keep up with the guys, even thought I lacked the skills (ball skills – hehe) and tactics. Kieran was great and after each training session we would go back to his place and fuck like rabbits. This might have explained why I didn’t miss any training sessions.
Under the water there was LOTS of touching, pinching and grabbing. Back to what I mentioned earlier about not being suitable for homophobes, this was definitely the case under the water.
Nothing very gay happened until my third training session.
Most of the guys in the team had been playing together for years and they really don’t stop training much at all even though their season was starting just a few weeks after I started going along. The guys all had their ‘team’ speedo and I was keen to get mine. At the end of each training session the guys would give Coach their team speedo. He would take them home, wash them and hand them out at the next training session.
To training I wore my Turbo waterpolo style speedo and wore them under my shorts, I didn’t need the change rooms as I just dropped my shorts before and usually wore a towel home to Kieran’s place. The rest of the guys went in to the change rooms when they were handed their speedo from Coach.
On week three I was out by the pool doing some stretches before training and Kieran told me I should follow him in to the change rooms.
During the short walk to the change rooms, Kieran informs me that if someone is late or misses training, then the guys will jerk off and cum in his speedo before training. Wow, things are getting gay. My cock started stirring. Walking in to the change rooms was like the introductory scene of a porno, eight guys all wearing nothing more than a speedo, which was pretty hot to start with. What was even hotter, there was Coach leaning against the sink/basin jerking off. This was the first time I had seen Coach wear a speedo and he was wearing the same team speedo that everyone else (except me) was wearing. I stood there completely in shock.
Funny that this is exactly what I had always dreamed a waterpolo team would be like and now I was actually in the middle of it. My cock had come completely to life while I stood there frozen.
Coach’s hips were thrusting and his rock hard butt cheeks were flexing and looked fantastic in his team uniform. It even said “Coach” on the bum.
His moans got louder as he approached orgasm.
The other guys really didn’t seem to be too concerned or even interested and were just going about getting ready for the training session. I was mesmerized by Coach’s thrusting. And then one of his forwards thrusts was not followed by a thrust back as his cock starting spurting cum. Not on the bench but on one of the team speedos that was on the bench.
Coach wiped the last of his cum on the lycra material and tucked his fat, cut cock back in to his speedo. He turned around and looked at me, first looking at my eyes but then his eyes drifted down to my cock which was straining to get out of the lycra that was holding it in. Coach asked, really he told me, that I should ‘contribute’ because there was no way I could start training in the state that I was in.
He stood next to the bench and waved me over. I walked up beside him, my hips facing the bench and looked down at the cummy speedo. There had to be half a dozen loads of creamy cum slowly soaking deep in to the material. I could just make out the nick name of one of my team mates on the bum of the speedo, Rocky (Kieran told me he got that nickname because he loves to fight). Coach gave me a pat on the back and reassured me that it was OK, Rocky would do the same for me if I was late to training.
With that last piece of coaching advice, Coach put on a pair of shorts and left me alone in the change rooms.
I pulled my cock out the top of my speedo (the waterpolo style speedos don’t stretch very much so I can’t really pull my cock out the leg of my speedo how I usually jerk off in them). It didn’t take me long before I was adding my creamy load to Rocky’s speedo.
Rocky did turn up half way through training (I heard he had a genuine excuse for being late), I saw him come out of the change rooms wearing his cum soaked speedo and felt a little envious. Hehehe, I am such a cum slut.
My turn would come the following week, which is where I started telling you guys about this.
Sorry guys, I’m going to share this with my members only at this stage. It is their support that allows me to take the time writing about my experiences and pays the server, and server admin (Kip) bills to keep the lights on.
If you decide to become a member, you will appreciate the extra love I give you. Heck, Kieran was (and still is) a member which is how I became a waterpolo player.
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