After my online rant (on my blog) about guys on online hookup apps making no effort, I need to share with you guys what happens when someone makes some effort.
During my rant, I mentioned that I received eight messages on the app (it is a gay hookup app, you can email me if you’d like to know which one I use). Seven of the eight were from guys saying “Hey” with blank profiles. Usually I reply to “Hey”, with “That is what horses eat.” Most of the time, the lazy moron on the other end doesn’t get it.
The eighth messaged I received was from a guy whose profile was complete. He had half a dozen photos of himself, including several face pics, he listed his age and what he was in to. His profile said he was looking for guys that would like to master/dominate him and that he loves being a submissive bottom. His message to me was an actual paragraph asking me if I would be interested in that role, he said he couldn’t host but could travel and we were less than twenty kilometers from each other.
A cute, skinny, twenty-two year old guy wanted to drive over and let me use him, sounds great!
We sent some messages back and forth, I shot him a face pics of me, we set some sexual boundaries and arranged a time for him to come over. An hour or so later, my door bell rang and he was right on time, to the minute actually.
At my unit here I have an internal shared staircase so I buzzed him in ad cracked the door to my unit (Seinfeld style).
It wasn’t long and he, I called him ‘Slave Boy’, walked in the door. I was standing in my living room waiting. I was wearing a pair of red lycra speedos and nothing else. Once he closed the door behind him, I told him to stay there, in front of the door, and take his clothes off. He did. Slave Boy was then standing there butt naked. What a tastey looking twenty-two year old body he had. He was shaved and had a healthy looking cock that was mostly hard.
Since I have a thing for guys in speedos, I threw him a pair of black lycra speedos that are a bit too small for me and told him to put them on. I personally find a guy in speedos even hotter than a naked guy. Slave Boy looked fantastic in my speedo and they fit him perfectly. His cock might have stiffened a little bit as well and it was stretching the lycra material in the front.
Slave Boy then just stood there, waiting for further instructions.
I told him I’d have to pat him down to make sure he wasn’t recording anything or had any weapons on him. Of course he didn’t, I had just seen him naked but it was part of the role. As ordered, Slave Boy turned around facing the door, put his hands on it and spread his legs a little bit.
His butt looked fantastic. Slim, firm and I just wanted to eat it then and there. I knew I’d get to fuck it soon enough.
Walking up behind Slave Boy I roughly grabbed the back of his neck and pushed it against the door. I was talking in his ear trying to sound angry that he was late. Unintentionally, my cock, which had been one hundred percent hard since before Slave Boy arrived, touched his butt crack. It felt good. While I was talking dirty in his ear I began to dry hump Slave Boy’s bum. The combination of both of us wearing speedos made it nice and slippery. Both our hips were grinding back and forth.
I had one hand on the back of Slave Boy’s neck and with my right hand I slid it from his hip and reached around the front to his cock. It was covered with the lycra material but I started stroking/rubbing it.
“Thank you Master Dave”, came out of Slave Boy’s mouth in a bit of a whimper, I told him to “Shut Up”. I do have neighbours and we were against my front door so it wouldn’t take much for someone walking past my door to hear any noise that close.
He was getting close to orgasm. If we had kept it up, I would have had an orgasm grinding against his bum as well but I knew Slave Boy would beat me to cumming, he was twenty-two after all.
Whispering in his ear, I told him not to cum, and if he did, he would be punished.
I think that Slave Boy tried to resist cumming but he was no match for my right hand stroking his cock. He spasmed, and let out a quiet “Aaaghhhh” as he started cumming. His wet cum started oozing through the lycra of the speedo. When his cock stopped twitching my hand was covered in his cum, he must have shot a big load inside his speedo which would have been one cummy mess.
Now it was time for his punishment.
In his ear, I told Slave Boy that I was disappointed he disobeyed me and came in the speedos I had loaned him. He knew that he had to be punished and stepping back I told him to keep his hands on the door and to bend over more.
I walked over to my kitchen, pulled my cock out the top of my speedo and tucked it under my balls, I put a condom on and quickly smeared it with lube. My cock was rock hard.
At first I thought of pulling Slave Boy’s speedo down but I wanted to keep that cummy mess of his in one place so I managed to pull the bum part aside and got access to his pucker hole that way. Not the easiest route but I managed to get the tip of my cock at his back door entry. I told Slave Boy to count down from five.
“Five, four, three, owwwww.” I slipped my cock in on three to surprise him.
A guy did that to me a few years ago and it had really taken my breath away. For me, the guy slammed his cock all the way in but for Slave Boy I just poked the head of my cock inside him. Taking it slowly, I gently slid in and out, in and out, a little bit deeper each time and Slave Boy’s hips were rocking back to meet my trusts so he wanted more. Then I was making those entire cock length long strokes in and out of him. My cock was so incredibly hard!
With the soon to be released Movie of the Week featuring a BBC (big black cock) I was reminiscing about the biggest cock I have ever taken.
This happened about 18 months ago during a drought here and there was some pretty bad bush fires which was the reason for me being on the road. Here is what I wrote about that experience.
A few months ago I was asked to head up to a friend of mines family farm to help out with some bush fire mitigation. They were afraid of a fire spreading and taking out their property.
In the end, their property wasn’t effected by the fire but I enjoyed helping out in the bush for a week and they are good friends. I could tell you some fun stories about hanging out on the farm but that isn’t what I really want to share with you guys. On the drive up to the farm, I spent a night at a cheap hotel and what happened in the hotel pool is something that I thought you might be interested in.
I left my place (about an hour and a half north of Sydney on the coast) a little later than I expected so instead of driving right though I thought I’d spend the night somewhere on the way up. I picked a hotel near the beach so I could get up for a morning swim before getting to the farm the next day. The hotel also had a pool/spa (spa is what we call a hottub). I got to to the hotel about 7pm, checked in and since I wasn’t hungry just thought I’d pull my laptop out, do some work, have a couple of drinks, fall asleep and get up early. That wasn’t quite what happened.
As you might be able to imagine, in my line of work I often get turned on by what I’m working on. I was working on a promotional video and it was pretty hot. So, there I am sitting in my hotel room, wearing my black Arena speedos and getting horny watching my own speedo porn.
So, I grabbed my phone and checked out one of those online hookup apps.
My profile photo does feature me wearing the little black speedo I was wearing at that time.
After turning the app on, my phone started blowing up, beeping with interest from other horny guys on this Wednesday night at about 8pm.
I finished what I was doing work wise, poured another drink and looked at the app. As usual nine of ten of the messages were guys with no photo, no information about themselves and their messages were “Hey”. I totally don’t understand that at. I’m not kidding when I say that nine of ten messages I receive are “Hey”.
I just turned this app thing on because I want to fuck, I’ve put up a photo of me and I filled in my age and my preference and a brief description. Guys message me with “Hey”…..
Of course, I deleted the guys who didn’t make an effort.
I did have one response that stood out. The guy didn’t have a photo on his profile but he sent a nice message. Lets call him Tony. Tony, complimented me on my speedos, said he loves a guy in speedos. Tony is thirty-nine years old, married (to a woman), likes playing with guys on the side. He sent me through a photo of him at the beach, wearing dork shorts unfortunately, with his wife and he had blurred her face out which I thought was pretty cool (discretion is important to me). When he sent the photo through he apologized for wearing dork shorts but said his wife doesn’t like him wear speedos in public.
What was interesting is the app said that Tony was 127 meters away.
Once we established that both of us were fair dinkum I told Tony what hotel I was staying at…. he was at the same hotel.
He told me that the pool was nice and being a Wednesday night is should be pretty quiet. Would I like to meet him down there?
I told Tony I’d be there in two minutes…. but, no dork shorts. Speedos only. Which he agreed to.
At that moment Kip (the guy who keeps all my online stuff running) messaged me and I had to do some stuff for him so it wasn’t two minutes, it was more like twenty minutes before I poured another drink and left my hotel room for the hotel pool. I did message Tony and told him I’d be down, just a little while longer.
I was rushing but finally I walked out of my hotel room and headed to the pool area.
It was after closing time and I thought that maybe I had missed my window of opportunity…. but the door to the pool was left ajar.
I opened it, and I closed it, making sure it wasn’t left ajar.
Walking into the very well lit pool area there was only one person sharing the space with me. Tony. Sitting on the edge of the spa he looked just like the photo he had sent through but this time wearing a classic black speedo brand speedo. Tony is big. A real mans man and if we still had lumber jacks, that is what Tony would be. He looked his full six and a half foot tall, outweighed me by probably one hundred pounds. Big barrel chest, hairy but not Greek hairy, just masculine hairy. And what his speedo was trying to conceal looked big and powerful too.
I ripped off my shirt, dropped my towel, went over to Tony and introduced myself by giving him a glass of scotch. I apologized for my tardiness and he seemed really cool.
Tony told me that he had bribed the night manager to let us use the spa after closing by giving him $50 and told the young guy that he’d get a bit of a show on the security cameras and was welcome to join us if he wanted. Tony said that he met the guy when he checked in and he seemed very gay. The night manager seemed a little too timid to join us but seemed to like the idea of a ‘show’.
We were sitting on opposite sides of the hottub just chatting. Tony said he does a little travel with work and has had some pretty good luck hooking up with guys at his hotel. He loves speedos and said that wearing a speedo at hotel pools has gotten him laid on more than a few occasions.
I couldn’t agree more with his sentiments and experience. Wearing a speedo has gotten me laid on many occasions when wearing dork shorts just wouldn’t have created the right vibe or portrayed my intentions or given the impression that I like guys. Maybe I’m reading too much in to my experiences but hearing Tony talk about cheating on his wife with random guys was getting me horny.
I put down my drink and moved across the spa.
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.
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