Where I am living will not be living up to its name of the Sunshine Coast this week, it was raining heavy earlier and that is the forecast all week.

So I’ll get lots of work done.

One of my fan is an older guy from where I used to live and he posts a lot of his speedo selfies.  This guy must have one of the biggest speedo collections I have ever seen and I know, a lot of you guys have HUGE speedo collections.

This older guy posted some pics he too yesterday at the beach…..

If you would like to see more pics of him, his twitter handle/thingy is: MEMBERS ONLY

Today, sitting in my home office I wish I was at the beach, with big Speedo Daddy’s to feast my eyes on.  It did get me thinking about an experience I had a few years ago when I was living down south.  I tried searching for it here because I figured it would be something I would have shared with you guys at the time but I couldn’t find it.

So I went looking through the archives on SpeedoFetish.com and I found it and thought I’d share this experience with you guys.

Part of the thrill, and fear, of dropping ones dork shorts and wearing speedos in public is thinking that everyone is looking at you.

However, in most cases, nobody cares or is evening paying you any attention at all.

Around mid morning today, I got myself motivated enough to get to the pool. I was wearing my ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos (click here to see a bunch of selfies of me wearing those speedos).

As I mentioned in yesterday’s blog post, when I go for a swim at the local pool, I usually jump out of the pool, wrap a towel around my waist, throw on a t-shirt and drive home.

When I got home today I thought I’d wash the chlorine off me by jumping in the ocean, so I dropped my towel, walked out my back door and walked down the beach.  There were a few people about but it wasn’t too busy and I didn’t think anyone was paying any attention to me.  I jumped in, swam out the back behind the breakers and five minutes later was walking back up to my house.

Half way up the beach, I noticed this older guy, maybe fifties, lying on his stomach facing the ocean wearing a black speedo.

I had walked right past him.  Must have been because I was looking north to see how the surf was that I hadn’t noticed him.  He would have had a pretty great view of my speedo clad arse walking past him to the water, and now he was getting the view from the front.

Starting this post I said that when you wear a speedo, most people don’t care and aren’t looking at you…. but even with his sunglasses on, I knew this guy was checking me out.

As I walked past him I gave him the slightest head nod with a sly grin which was my way of inviting him back to my place…. what would he do?

Walking up through the dunes to my back door, I could not feel him following me.  Darn…..

There is an outdoor shower at my little beachside shack which isn’t really visible from the beach.  I had a quick rinse, dried myself off a little bit and went inside.

The experience was a bit of a turn on, just seeing a hot older guy wearing a speedo isn’t that common here in Australia.  I figured I’d grab a beer, grab my laptop and sit on my back deck to dry off and I’d already decided that I’d sit down and write about this immediately to share with my blog fans/members.

I hadn’t even loaded the admin dashboard of my blog when I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye, it was the older guy walking up the little trail towards my house.

He had his sunglasses on, his black speedo and nothing else.

I put my laptop down, put my beer down and stood up to greet this older fellow.  Smiling and in a very friendly voice, I offered him a beer.

He grabbed the front of his speedo, which was sporting a healthy bulge, and told me he didn’t want a beer but thought maybe I could help him with the bulge he was grabbing.  I turned and let him follow me inside.  When I slid the sliding door open I could feel him behind me.  Once we were inside he grabbed my hips and pulled me back towards him.  He started kissing my neck and both his hands went around to the front of my black ADIDAS speedos.

His smell, his rough hands on my cock, his face and tongue on my neck and his cock grinding against my butt crack got me hard pretty quickly.

I was expecting him to turn me around and I’d get to work my tongue on his cock.  He had another plan, while he was still behind me he told me he wanted to suck me off while he jerked off in his speedo.  He wanted me cumming in his mouth while I was cumming in his speedo.

Fine with me.

Breaking from his embrace, I took the two steps towards by kitchen counter (breakfast bar).  It gave me something to lean back against and I had barely turned around to face this man and he was on his knees.

The drawstring on the ADIDAS speedos is pretty thin and I had it tied in a double knot (I had been at the pool doing laps) and he was struggling to get it undone.  See, my life isn’t exactly like a porn film, that would never happen in a real porno.

Before either of us got frustrated, I pull the leg of my speedo and gave him access to my cock.