The Married Guy is a fuck buddy of mine that I met at my local pool two years ago. He hit on me by commenting on my AussieBum speedos, one thing lead to another and we had some pretty hot experiences over the next twelve months. It had been about thirty years since the Married Guy had any gay experiences and it was just like getting back on a bike (except it was my butt that hurt a little). He is completely in the closet and our sexual encounters have been very discrete, obviously his wife doesn’t know.

A year ago I moved and due to covid lockdowns we haven’t been able to catch up until last month, when the Married Guy arranged a ‘business trip’ which did have one business meeting, but was really about seeing me and getting back on that gay sex bike.

I’ve already written about how we couldn’t keep our hands off each other when I picked the Married Guy up from the airport and you can read about that on my blog. That was just the beginning of what I had planned for him.

Friday morning we woke up in his hotel room in Brisbane city. We were both horny but I had big plans for the day so I insisted we got moving instead of fucking.

Our first stop was my local pool. It is an ocean side pool that is on the high tide mark, it is only a 25m pool and it is old but the location is amazing. As it is coming in to winter here in Australia, the pool is not very busy this time year. When we arrived, the Married Guy was impressed and we both stripped down to our speedos and jumped in. We swum laps for around 45 minutes and it felt great. When we were done, we headed to the change rooms for a quick rinse off.

The showers were an open laout and along one wall there was half a dozen shower nozzles.

The Married Guy never shows any PDA’s (public displays of affection) and as we stood in the showers he was all business. I moved towards him, grabbed the front of his speedo and started kissing him. Someone could very easily have walked in on us. He kept trying to break off the kiss but his cock jumped to life and started to stiffen in my hand.

Finally he managed to extricate himself from my kiss and immediately looked over his shoulder checking that nobody had seen us.

If he was concerned about strangers seeing him do ‘gay’ things, what I had planned next would help him work through that phobia.

We wrapped towels around our waists, put on t-shirts and headed back to my car. Thirty minutes north of the beautiful ocean pool is a stretch of beach that is rather quiet. It is mostly residential homes instead of resorts which is why the beach doesn’t get very busy. This particular stretch of beach is also where a friend of mine likes to hang out in the dunes and suck off anyone who feels like a random blowjob.

I tested this out a week before and it was just as fun as you would imagine.

I wrote about that ‘test run’ on my blog and the Married Guy reads my blog religiously so I’m pretty sure he had an idea of what I had planned.

Once we parked, we had a five minute walk up the beach to the secret spot. There were no people in the immediate vicinity so I took off my shirt and threw my towel over my shoulder. Just a guy walking on the beach wearing a speedo proudly. The Married Guy didn’t have the same confidence, would have looked too gay. I think it would have looked hot, a fit fifty year old guy and a fit thirty year old guy walking along the beach both wearing AussieBum speedos. At first sight you’d know that they are fuck buddies. To top it off, my cock was semi hard and was beginning to stretch the nylon of my speedo.

The ‘secret spot’ didn’t look any different than the rest of the beach but looking up towards the dunes we could just spot a guy in the trees waving at us. It was the New Slave Boy (I’ve written about when I met him as well). Twenty-two years old, slim, dirty, kinky young gay guy. Usually he is naked but I had told him we were coming and for the occasion he was wearing a pair of red speedos.

I laid my towel out and told the Married Guy to ditch his towel and t-shirt.

There was nobody even close to us on the beach and he did what he was told. The two of us then walked up in to the dunes.

Ten steps inside the tree line we were invisible to anyone walking along the beach and in a little clearing, there was the New Slave Boy on his knees, waiting for a feed of cock.

I held the Married Guys hand (a very gay PDA) and walked him forward so we were both standing in front of the young guy in red speedos. I turned slightly and started kissing the Married Guy. As my tongue entered his mouth I could feel the New Slave Boy rubbing my cock, I’m guessing his other hand was rubbing the Married Guys cock.

Most of the guys who come to this place are there to blow and go but I wanted this to be a full experience, this was the first time the Married Guy had done anything ‘gay’ with anyone other than me (in thirty years anyway).

The New Slave Boy was starting to undo the drawstring on my speedo, instead of letting him get to work sucking us I pulled him up off his knees and kind of pushed him and the Married Guy together and they started kissing. I stepped back and enjoyed the view. The age difference between these guys was over thirty years and the older guy, while fit, was muscular and strong compared to the slim twenty-two year old he was kissing. One outweighed the other by double I’m guessing.

This show was interrupted as a guy walked in to the clearing. I don’t know where he came from because I couldn’t see anyone on the beach when we went up to the dunes. It was a guy I had seen on my first visit. He was in his thirties wearing clothes that indicated he was a tradesman of some sort. He was there to be serviced and since the usual mouth was occupied I dropped to my knees. Without a word the guy walked up to me and trust his pelvis out in my direction. I undid his belt, then the button on his work shorts and slide them down. He was wearing boxers and I pulled them down to reveal a semi hard uncut cock. I opened wide and went to work.

The Married Guy is an old fuck buddy of mine.  For those who haven’t read about our previous shenanigans, nearly two years ago, the Married Guy hit on me at the pool.  He liked my AussieBum speedos.  One thing lead to another and for twelve months we fucked regularly, usually after our swim in the change rooms or back at my place.

We couldn’t go back to the Married Guys place because, it wasn’t something he shared with his wife, or family.

This is how I described the Married Guy two years ago: “He is probably mid forties, just a touch of grey around his close cut hair, masculine for sure, hairy chest but not a carpet, speedo tan from him swimming, my height but a little thicker and pretty fit.”  He actually turned fifty in January this year and is still swimming and in great shape.

Twelve months ago I moved up to Queensland and while we couldn’t meet up for sex like we used to, we kept in touch and he follows my sexual exploits on my blog.

The Married Guy has been trying to arrange a ‘business’ trip up to Brisbane, the whole COVID thing hasn’t helped, but last weekend we finally lined it up.

I’ve sat down and written about what we got up to in three parts:

• I picked him up from the airport on Thursday morning and we attacked each other when we got to his hotel room in the city.  The weekend began with a shock for me when the Married Guy asked me to fuck him for the first time.
• Friday morning we drove ninety minutes north to where I live and after a swim in the beautiful ocean pool we met one of my new, younger, fuck buddies who likes to hang out in the dunes offering blowjobs to anyone who would like one.  This was another first for the Married Guy.  Getting blown, in public, by a stranger while being watched by strangers.

• Sunday night was the grand sexual finale.  I wasn’t sure if the Married Guy would be up for a group fuck session but being away from home and after doing some very gay things since he arrived, he was excited for his first group sex experience.  There were five us, two guys in their fifties, two guys under twenty and I’m in my thirties.

Let me start from the beginning…..

Thursday morning, ten AM and I pull up at the airport.  I jump out and the Married Guy and I shake hands like old friends.  Anyone looking might think it was a son picking up his father from the airport after a business trip.  There is a twenty year age difference between us.

We were still on airport property when the Married Guys was undoing my jeans and he was rubbing my cock.

Between gear shift changes I was rubbing his cock as well.  We were both horny.  This ‘business’ trip of his had been planned for over a month and we had both discussed in details what we were going to do to each other.  The Married Guy hadn’t had any gay sex since I had moved over a year ago and he had a craving for cock.

The drive to his city hotel is only twenty minutes or so and half way there we both agreed to calm down a little bit.  It would look a little bit dodgy two guys checking in with raging hard ons.

We parked, checked in to the hotel.  The guy checking us in was discrete and didn’t ask any questions.

In the elevator ride up we managed to keep our hands off each other but the sexual tension was electric.  I know my cock was stirring.  My cock went from stirring to hard when the Married Guy told me that he would like me to fuck him.

This was news to me, to date the Married Guy had sucked me off but any anal sex had been with me on the receiving end.

The hotel room door had barely closed when we started making out.  Our clothes were haphazardly taken off and strewed from the door to the bed where we ended up making out and grinding our cocks together.  We were both down to our speedos (we both have a thing for speedos and that is how we met) and socks.  I was pretty close to cumming just from the rubbing of our cocks inside our speedos so I broke off our kiss and said we should get in the shower.

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