These are my gay experiences.
Over the last few weeks I have been tossing up where or not I share the experience in hotel quarantine. Of course, I protect the anonymity of the people I write about (unless they want me to share their identity) and I didn’t do anything wrong. Melbourne had a second wave of covid because the security guards were having sex with the quarantinees so they decided to use police as security instead. I don’t think it has made any difference.
This is not a piece of fiction and if I am vague in any parts of this it is because I want to protect the anonymity of everyone involved.
I was biting the pillow because it hurt, but it was a good hurt. If I hadn’t sucked his cock at the beginning of his shift, the cop that was fucking me bareback wouldn’t be taking so long.
On my knees in the middle of the bed, I was wearing an AussieBum jockstrap and I was handcuffed. Not the novelty handcuffs I bought from the online adult store, these were Constable Ryan’s real handcuffs and I wasn’t getting out of them until he let me. With my hands handcuffed behind my back, I really had no control and was completely at his whim. His moaning got louder, he was getting close.
With a grunt he buried his cock deep inside me and came. A minute later, still sucking in deep breaths, he slapped my arse in conquest and slowly withdrew his man meat.
I collapsed on my stomach, my erection causing a little discomfort. Constable Ryan wouldn’t offer me any relief in that regard but hopefully Constable Peters, whose shift was about to begin would.
Behind my back I could hear Constable Ryan getting dressed. He told me he’d see me tomorrow morning and started heading towards the door. I asked him about the handcuffs. He dismissed my question, telling me Peters would be by soon and he could deal with the handcuffs. Then he was gone.
This had been going on for ten days straight, from my first day in hotel quarantine.
Just before Xmas, I got caught in the ever changing state border closure shenanigans here in Australia. In order to get back home, I had to spend fourteen days in hotel quarantine. I knew it was coming and had no choice in the matter. I can run my speedo fetish websites from anywhere and I had my laptop. I had also packed a few bottles of bourbon, some sex toys and a bunch of speedos. I figured maybe I’d chat with some of my members online while I pleasure myself. Not in my wildest fantasies could I have ever imagined that my time in hotel quarantine would be a complete fuck fest.
It started on my first afternoon in the hotel.
From the airport, I was loaded on to a bus and taken to the quarantine hotel, I was marched up to my room, given a lunch packet and that was pretty much it. I guess it is the same in prison right?
On that first day I did a few hours work, had a couple of alcoholic drinks and after editing up a new speedo porn movie I was horny. Getting horny while working is one of my occupational hazards. The speedo porn I had been working on featured a guy getting his arse slammed by two guys and it made me feel like some anal pleasure as well, so I went to my suitcase, grabbed my butt plug and some lube. I was wearing a pair of black lycra speedos and instead of taking them off, I pulled them aside and slide the butt plug in, all the way in. I then setup my laptop in the middle of the bed, playing that porn movie I had been working on, I turned up the volume on my blue tooth headphones and got on my knees enjoying the video.
I wanted it to last so I was just rubbing my cock through the lycra and my left hand was playing with the butt plug.
It was probably around the ten minute point in the video when I felt a tap on my right shoulder. I just about died with fright, if I didn’t have a butt plug in, I would have crapped myself (yes, I can joke about it now). I jumped back on the bed, knocked my laptop off the bed and I was trying to cover my erection and get my ear buds out. Then I looked up to see a cop standing there beside the bed.
Looking back I didn’t need to be as submissive as I was but with a cop standing there, I felt like I had been caught doing something wrong.
Constable Ryan knew he had the upper hand. He made me stand up in front of him which was incredibly embarrassing to start with. My cock was straining the front of my black speedo and there was no hiding the fact that I had a butt plug inside me. He was talking all tough and trying to scare me and eventually he asked me if instead of the butt plug, would I like the real thing?
Of course I did.
He man handled me over to the little office table and bend me over. He just ripped my speedos down and I was surprised when he slid the butt plug out slowly instead of just yanking it out. Leaning on the table with both of hands, I heard him undoing his pants, the zipper and then I felt him playing with his cock in my arse crack. He was already pretty hard and I was lubed up from the butt plug. He was polite enough to ask me if I was ready and then I felt him enter me.
I am good regarding safe sex but since I didn’t expect to have any sex in hotel quarantine I didn’t have any condoms with me and I am not sure Constable Ryan would have taken no for an answer.
It did feel good. Rough, but not violently so. It wasn’t long until Constable Ryan approached his orgasm and came inside me.
That is all I’m going to share with non-members for now. I might share a little more later in the week. If you’d like to join, it is only $5 and you get instant access and you won’t see messages like this anymore. Click here to become a member.
When I wrote about the first sexual encounter with Dan and Tim, I called them my new sex students. That first experience/lesson involved lots of cock sucking.
Click here if you’d like to read about the oral sex lesson I gave.
Now I’ve finally written about the details of our second sexual experience/sex lesson. Unfortunately, I moved shortly after the second time we hung out, but they have both messaged me on social media saying they can’t wait for me to cum back for some lessons so hopefully there will be more once the Covid travel restrictions end.
Dan and Tim are eighteen and nineteen year old guys who are members of the Surf Life Saving Club that I’m a member of. Last week I caught Tim on his knees just about to suck off his teenage friend. It was a Friday afternoon and they expected to have the equipment sheds all to themselves, Tim was on his knees when I walked in on their naughty act. They were terrified that they were in trouble. Instead of being in trouble, the two young guys came back to my place and started their sexual education. That first Friday was all about oral, I sucked them off, they sucked me off and they sucked each other off. They need more practice but they received a passing grade for their first lesson.
Joking aside, I remember being a horny young guy; experimenting, fooling around, feeling guilty, not sure if I was weird and hoping I wouldn’t be caught. It would have been so much easier if I had someone to guide me and tell me that my feelings were completely normal. Luckily for Dan and Tim, they have me to point them in the right direction.
As the guys were leaving my house after our first sexual lesson, I told them that instead of risking getting caught or in real trouble risking getting caught having sex in public, they are welcome to come over to my place anytime.
It was during this conversation that Tim asked me was if I had tried anal? Yeah, I’ve tried anal once or twice (I was once fucked by ten guys in one session – click here to read about that). Their teenage eyes lit up and asked if anal was as good, or even better than sex with a girl? I told them that anal sex (with a guy or a girl) is pretty amazing, it is tighter than a pussy of course.
Then I told them that being the guy getting fucked is what really turns me on. This was news to them.
I told them that I loved being fucked in the arse and that I have often cummed without any physical touch to my cock. Spontaneous anal ejaculation.
The guys seemed surprised, they asked me if it hurt? I told them if it is done wrong it hurts, but if you take it slow, and use lots of lube, it can be amazing. They both seemed very interested in this news, particularly Tim who seemed like the more adventurous of the two.
It was Tim who then asked me if they could come over to my house next Friday and maybe try some anal stuff, for the first time.
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Yesterday I was joking around that since I was running solo on Valentine’s Day, I’d be more than happy to be the third wheel if any couples out there (male/male or male/female) wanted to have a threesome I’m happy to volunteer.
Last night, lying in bed (alone) I was thinking about where I am usually on Valentine’s Day and it hit me that usually I’m in North America visiting Kip in Colorado snowboarding. Then it hit me that I was once on my way back home here to Australia and I had a two night stay in Vegas and had a threesome.
I dug through the archives and found what I had written about that.
Did anyone here have a Valentine’s Day threesome?
I was going to sit down, maybe on the flight home and write up what happened and share it with you guys, because it was soooo darn hot!!!
As the three of us were chilling out post threesome, the wife asked me what I do for a living and I told them. They looked it up straight away and the husband had to admit that he is a fan of mine but had no idea at all and wasn’t really a daily follower.
What the husband does for work isn’t important but the wife is a budding author and after cruising my blog (this blog) she asked if she could write up about our experience. I said sure why not.
This is what she ended up writing.
My husband, Mike, is bisexual.
It came up in conversation early in our relationship and I’m completely fine with it. We are monogamous and neither of us have ever cheated on each other.
After five years of marriage we are great, sex life is great, we love having sex outdoors in particular and we have a long list of places that we’ve been ticking off. Recently, we had been talking about having a threesome, with an extra guy.
I’m not bisexual at all, I love men and I’m not comfortable with seeing Mike with another girl. So, I’m impressed that he has told me that he is one hundred percent fine watching me with another guy. Assuming it is purely sexual and the guy is a random nobody that we will never see again.
Mike seemed a little concerned that maybe I would be freaked out seeing him do ‘gay things’ with a guy but to be honest, I’m pretty turned on by the idea of watching two guys get freaky with each other. And, I have a strap on and use it on Mike probably once a month or so which counts as a ‘gay thing’ and I love it.
We didn’t know how or if we’d ever have a threesome with a guy but we had been thinking about it.
Last week, we are in Vegas (of course) for Valentine’s Day. I had a work thing there and we were staying at the Paris Hotel. We arrived on Wednesday afternoon, the weather was nice out so we decided to head to the pool. I put on a black bikini, Mike put on his shorts but I stopped him…. I had a present for him. A pair of speedos I had ordered from the Australian company Budgy Smuggler.
I don’t think Mike has ever worn a speedo, not that I had ever seen.
He didn’t like the idea but I can be convincing and I might have told him it would help us pick up a guy….
Mike put the speedo on, then put his shorts over the top. He said we’d see.
The pool at Paris is gorgeous and there were a few people around but being a Wednesday, it wasn’t too busy. First stop was getting a drink at the bar then we looked for a spot to put down our towels and kit. First guy I noticed there was sitting on the side of the pool, looked like a coffee mug in his hand and he was wearing a red speedo.
Mike was definitely not getting out of speedo’ing it up if someone else was.
He did try and keep the shorts on, but like I said, I can be convincing. I might have told him my holes would be closed for business the rest of the trip if he didn’t speedo it up.
Reluctantly Mike slid down his shorts and I could see how uncomfortable he felt walking to the pool. He couldn’t get in the water quick enough. Mike is thirty four, has been doing some triathlons so works out a bunch and he looked fantastic. I was quietly proud that my husband looks so good.
We get in the pool, with our drinks of course, not that far from the red speedo guy. We looked over at him and he gave us a nod and raised his coffee mug in a ‘cheers’ motion. Showing his appreciation for another speedo guy is how it came across.
The red speedo guy slipped into the water and came toward us.
“Nice work on the Budgy Smugglers mate.” He said with an Australian accent, of course the only other guy wearing a speedo had to be Australian.
Mike mumbled something about it being my idea but the Aussie (in red speedo) said that he and Mike were just ahead of the fashion curve.
The Aussie in the red speedo introduced himself as Dave.
He was a bit of a Chatty Cathy but in a good way and the three of us were chatting away. I sat on the edge of the pool but the two guys were standing in waist deep water.
After a while Dave said “What are you guys drinking? My shout.” It couldn’t have sounded more like Crocodile Dundee if he tried and I don’t think he was putting it on at all. His accent was soooo hot!!! If I was a single girl I would have definitely taken him up to my room then and there.
We gave Dave our drink order and he jumped out of the pool and walked towards the bar.
Mike and I were both enjoying the view of his bum in those red speedos. I elbowed Mike in the ribs and joked that he should be careful not to pitch a tent in his speedos. We had a quick discussion and came to the conclusion that we should definitely ask Dave to join us for a threesome. Neither of us have a gaydar (gay radar) so had no idea if he was gay/bi, he seemed pretty straight but he was wearing a red speedo.
When Dave walked back to the pool Mike and I had to try and not be too obvious perving at him. I was really impressed with his confidence. Wearing a red speedo and he owned it. It seemed like it was no big deal. Particularly compared to Mike and his twenty foot sprint to the pool when he dropped his shorts.
Three of us got back in to some fun chatting. Dave had just spent a month in Colorado and my folks have a place near where he was so we had that to talk about.
Some drunk twenty year old girls came over and joined in the conversation for a bit, nobody mentioned the speedos which surprised me.
Our drinks were getting low, I elbowed Mike in the ribs (I do that a lot) and told him “It’s your shout mate” with my pathetic attempt at an Aussie accent. Mike didn’t want to walk all the way over to the bar and stand there just wearing his speedo, but he didn’t really have a choice.
He manned up, jumped out of the pool and did the ‘speedo walk of shame’ to the bar.
Mike did look like he had a little more confidence than before which was good to see. While I was enjoying the view of my husbands bum, Dave directed my attention to the twenty year old girls who were enjoying the view of my husbands bum as well.
Dave knew that I caught him looking at my husbands bum, that was my first indication that perhaps Dave was not completely straight.
It turned in to a bit of an afternoon session at the pool and the drinks were flowing. As it was getting close to sunset two young ladies joined us and they were rather smitten with Dave and his red speedos. They were probably mid thirties
G’day members, I have to find the last chapter of this which I’ll do this afternoon for you guys.
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