Speedo Inspection

Seeing all the cars in the street and driveway I felt a lot more comfortable about attending this party that I was invited to.

I knocked on the door and the host, who I had been talking to online (lets call him J – obviously I’m not going to reveal his name unless he reads this and tells me that I can – I did tell him that I would write about his party on my blog which he was excited about).  So J answers the door and he is exactly as he described himself to me, mid 40’s gay guy, beautifully dressed, reasonably fit and wearing speedos (I couldn’t see his speedos but he told me he would be wearing speedos under his slacks in case the party moved to one of his jacuzzi’s – yeah there are 3 at the house).

J was really nice, introduced me to some of his friends who were fans of my blog as well.  There was waiters and even bar staff wandering around and all of a sudden I had a drink in my hand and was talking to about half a dozen guys about the blog, the Evil Speedo Corporation and Australia in general.

Was a nice bunch of guys and if I had to guess probably 2/3 of the party was gay guys.

While I chatted with different people J continued to mingle but I seemed to find my feet and although I didn’t know anyone before I walked through the door it seemed a lot of the guys knew all about me through my blog which I find quite funny.

At some point I did wonder how things would ever get naughty or get to the jacuzzi’s – it was a grown up party, everyone was well behaved, well dressed and polite.  Remember, I have been living in a staff house where things are a bit louder and little more uncouth.  It didn’t really matter, it was nice to be invited to such a nice gathering.

Then, I thought I’d go find the little boys room.  I asked one of the waiters (they were no waitresses) and I started heading in the right direction.

When I was done I opened the bathroom door and there was J.

Dave, this party has a dress code…..

I don’t own a sports jacket or slacks so at first I thought J was upset about my dress (although I thought I looked pretty good).

Speedos are compulsory Dave and I didn’t get a chance to confirm that you are dressed to regulations…..

That being the case I definitely complied with the dress code.  J had a cheeky smile on his face and I stepped back into the bathroom and told him he should come in and inspect my speedo thoroughly.

Once J closed the door I undid my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles and lifted up my shirt revealing my stomach and my black ADIDAS speedos.

J didn’t approach me but just stood back enjoying the view.  He rubbed his cock a few times and said that he might have to inspect my speedos inside as well later in the evening.  As I pulled up my jeans J told me that later on the party would move to the hottubs and that all the guys who were interested in staying had been given the same ‘Speedo Only’ dress code instructions.

Looks like things would turn X-Rated later in the evening.