I wanted to share the details of Alex and Adam’s sex party/orgy two Friday’s ago before I finish getting in to my fun with Rachel and Taz.  I also thought that writing about it would get me turned on and super horny for the weekend.

Little bit of back story for those of you who haven’t been following my sexual adventures over the last decade.  Alex is a guy I knew through a group of guys I hang out with, here on the coast north of Sydney.  I was, and still am, completely in the closet with that group of people.  So, four years ago when Alex outed me as being the famous Aussie Speedo Guy, I was terrified he would share that information with our social group.

What I feared ended up being the opposite of what occurred.  Alex had some deep gay feelings which he had been repressing and the two of us explored those feelings.  OK, I’ll admit it, I took his gay virginity have been fucking each others brains out ever since.  Alex loves speedos as much as I do which is how he found me in the first place.

Among out social group, Alex has kept my secret all these years, and it is Alex who is now completely out of the closet and has been dating and living with a guy called Adam.

Alex and Adam met while triathlon training.  Adam has been out and proud since before he left his Mum’s womb I reckon.  I was super stoked when they started dating, when they moved in together and when they first invited me to join them for a threesome.  Occasionally I get invited to join them for some hanky panky and it is just one of those invitations which is what I’m going to tell you about now.

Early late week I received a text message from Alex asking if I’m free Friday night…. sex party night.

I had nothing in the calendar so said I’d love to.  Even if I had something on the calendar, I would cancel it because I have been to two of these sex parties before and loved it both times.

I’m not completely sure how often these nights happen but I know Alex and Adam put a fair bit of planning and thought into who is invited and what they hope to do.  My previous invitations were a little bit last minute and they were short bottoms (guys whose arse can take a pounding versus tops who pound arses) and I was invited because I am a very willing bottom.

A few days later, on Wednesday, I received a text from Alex telling me to be at their place at half past eight, to wear an old pair of speedos (why old I wondered?) and he asked how many guys have I ever had fuck me in one session?

I had to think about it, I’m pretty sure my record was four guys fucking me one night at the first sex party I was invited to with those guys.  My text to Alex was “Four”

His reply back…. “Want to double that number?”

“I can try, thanks for the heads up, I’ll do some stretching before hand.”

For the rest of the week, I was pretty horny thinking about what Alex and Adam had planned for Friday’s sex party.  I did my stretches, making sure I used my butt plug daily.

Friday afternoon finally came around.  Some of the boys that Alex and I know, who don’t know about my sexual preferences/activities, swung by my place for some Friday drinks.  It was a good thing because it took my mind off the coming sex party and a few drinks took the edge off my nervousness.  Alex and Adam’s place is a ten minute walk, which considering I had a couple of drinks, I thought I should walk instead of driving.

I arrived right on half past eight.

There were no cars…. nobody else was there.

Alex answered the door wearing a suit and tie, he welcomed me into his home and we went into the kitchen where Adam was pouring the three of us another drink.  Adam was also wearing a suit.  Well all shook hands in greeting.

(I think it is hilarious how many times I meet guys for sex and we greet each other with a handshake, and within minutes we are inside each other.)

The two of them obviously had an inside joke going because apart from them wearing suits and ties and me wearing shorts and a t-shirt, they couldn’t stop giggling and I had a feeling it was at my expense.  It felt a little bit rude but, I trust these guys and I was thinking they had something pretty amazing in mind and while we have had some pretty crazy sexual adventures together, everyone has played safe and been respectful in the past.

After some small chat I had to ask, “What is going on guys?”

Adam then explained that everyone else was arriving at nine, not five minutes early, not five minutes late.

“Do you guys want me to go home and grab a suit?”  I asked.

“Ow Dave, you didn’t notice the living/lounge room did you?”

I hadn’t noticed what Adam was about to show me.  Ten dining table style chairs in a circle.  And a bench in the middle.  The kind of bench you have in a locker room; long, narrow and pretty low to the ground.

Owwww…. this looked exciting.  I told you these guys can host a sex party!

Adam saw that I appreciated what he had in mind.

“Dave, even your mind can’t fathom  what we have in mind for you.  I think it is time to talk about a safe word.”

Owwww…. this is getting serious.

For the next ten minutes or so the three of us laughed about what safe word to choose.

The actual safe word is something I’m not going to share with you guys here.  If you are a member you can email me and I’ll tell you what it was but it isn’t really important.  Keeping this to myself also allows me to filter out some of the fans who might (probably will) email me saying they were there that night.

Standing there looking at what the guys had setup got me stirring in the front of my speedos.  But, Alex said that time was ticking and that I should get ready.  I was told to strip down to my speedos, which I did.  Adam returned to the room with a handful of red, Speedo brand, speedos.  I had never thought of using speedos as bondage but as Adam and Alex began securing the speedos to my hands I couldn’t believe the genius of it.  Then they secured more red speedos to my ankles.

“Would you like some pre-lube Dave?”  Alex asked me.

“Do you think I’ll need it?”

The answer was in the affirmative so I pulled down my speedo and bent over the bench in the middle of the room.  As usual, I had shaved and thoroughly cleaned my arsehole and Alex did comment on how tastey it looked.  He squirted lube on my arsehole and then began massaging it in.  He wasn’t skimping on the lube and I felt very slippery by the time he finished.

Adam had left the room while Alex was lubing me up and he walked in as I was doing up the drawstring on my speedo.  I had tied a single bow but Alex came up and triple knotted it.  He didn’t want me taking them off.

“We are about two minutes out Dave, you ready?”

With that Adam pulled out a carabiner (piece of climbing equipment), he asked me to stand on the bench.  He got up on it with me and attached me to the roof.  Each red speedo on my wrist went through the carabiner which then went through a hook that was bolted to the ceiling.  Adam got off the bench and then told me to spread my legs.  He instructed me to not do it too far but comfortably spread which I did.  He then attached the speedos on my ankles to the ends of the bench.

This was a first for me and if I had been wearing a cap, I’d had tipped it to Alex and Adam for this setup.  The speedos on my wrists and ankles were soft and had a bit of stretch in them so no where near as uncomfortable compared to when I’ve been tied up with rope in the past.

Alex then returned to the room with a tray of champagne flutes and I was told that things were about to get under way.

It was a pretty amazing trip to Queensland and over the next few weeks I’ll be sharing with you guys more of my selfies and more about some touristy things I’ve been doing when not hanging out with Rachel and Taz.

But for now you guys are probably interested in more of the naughty stuff.

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Anyways, for non-members who can’t read all the juicy details let me catch you up a little bit.  Rachel and Taz spent three nights down the coast hanging out and we tried every position and combination we could think of.  It was all supposed to be about Taz having gay experiences but I did get to fuck Rachel a bit as well.

They left on Sunday to go back to Brisbane and I had the rest of the week at their unit/apartment on the coast.  Rachel did however give Taz permission to play with me during the week if he got the opportunity.  I think they call that a Hall Pass right?

The opportunity for Taz to use his Hall Pass arose on Tuesday when he drove down to the coast for an early morning swim.  I met Taz as he parked his car out the front of the complex and we walked over to the beach.  We stripped down to speedos, Taz loves speedos and has no problems wearing them in public.  I wish more guys would do it.  The two of us hung out in the surf body surfing and chatting…  Of course the topic of what the three of us had done over the weekend came up in conversation.  Sounds like they had a great time and were stoked how everyone got on and how comfortable it felt.

One thing Taz brought up in our conversation was how surprised he was that he enjoyed being fucked.

Was that Taz telling me he wanted me to fuck him again?

I asked him.  Turns out, he drove down hoping I’d fuck him, again.  That was the cue to go up to the unit I think.

One problem though, I’m fully erect from our sex talk.  I reached under the water and felt the front of Taz’s speedo and low and behold, he was just as hard as I was.

Now we were swimming between Main Beach and Narrowneck Beach which is north of Surfer Paradise on the Gold Coast (you can Google Earth it if you are interested).  It is 7:30am which means the beach is quieter than it would be during the day but there are still people about and going for their morning walk.  From where our t-shirt and shorts are on the beach is a little short of one hundred meters (length of a football field) from the water.  We were going to have to time our exit from the ocean discretely.

It took five minutes or so before there was a break in the morning walkers when we could exit without surprising some unsuspecting grandma on her morning walk.

That five minutes had not helped the blood drain from our cocks because I had been asking Taz how he had recovered from the pounding he had last weekend.  He was sore but OK with it and we both agreed that our cocks were a little sore and needed a few days break.

Finally there was a gap in the morning walking traffic, Taz and I exited the water.

Then I had a naughty idea… I grabbed Taz’s shorts.  He looked at me quizzically.  I challened Taz: if he would walk back (which involved crossing a pretty major road) in his (rather stretched) speedo I’d swallow his load.  Taz wasn’t fazed at first, he knows I am OK with swallowing cum but I had something else in mind.  If he chickened out and put his shorts on, I’d make him swallow my cum and his own.

I do not have the public confidence to do what I was asking Taz to do but if he did, I was happy to swallow my cum and his, only fair right?

Taz was up for the challenge.  I put my shorts on covering my speedo erection but didn’t put my shirt on.  Taz put his shirt on, which I hadn’t though of because it did cover his bulge pretty well.  We started walking up off the beach and as we got to the road it was really busy.  Taz chickened out and put his short on.  Ow, he would pay for that later.