I first saw Brian at my local pool a few months before the experience I’m about to describe to you. It was just before closing time and out of the corner of my eye I saw Brian and one of the lifeguards headed in to the change rooms. My gaydar isn’t very good, but something told me the two young men were about to do some naughty things in there.
Sounded like something I would be interested in.
In the showers I found Brian being blown by the lifeguard in the last shower stall. They invited me to join and while the lifeguard blew us both, Brian and I made out and fingered each other. I wrote about that experience on my blog which you can find if you are interested.
It was a one off and hasn’t happened again. I see the lifeguard at the pool but haven’t seen Brian since. Don’t worry, I did remember him, twenty-two years old, smooth swimmers build, tall and not an ounce of fat on his body. I never got his name though.
Fast forward to last weekend. Some friends of mine invited me down to the Gold Coast for the weekend. Older couple that are friends. They have a couple of units down there that they wanted to check on and their son was competing in the Surf Life Saving National Championships. Sounded like an excuse to get out of town and I hadn’t been down to the Gold Coast in ages.
Saturday morning we cruise down to the coast, my friends give me the run of one of their units (they stay in another one right next door).
We spend the day hanging out, watching a little bit of the Life Saving competition and start drinking beers back at the apartment complex around 3pm. My friends are hosting a BBQ and their sons will be joining us. I’ve already been told that their older son Ian is gay and lives down the Gold Coast and their younger son Brian is competing and the finals are on Sunday morning.
Around 5pm Ian arrives and he is pretty cute and not too outwardly gay (I probably wouldn’t have known unless I had been told). Half an hour later, the younger son arrives and I recognize him straight away. It is Brian. I am introduced to Brian who, from his eyes, recognizes me but we both pretend we are strangers meeting for the first time. I am also introduced to Brian’s long term girlfriend, who is just as hot as he is. Seriously, they could be in underwear commercials.
We all have a great night, some other people join us. Brian and his girlfriend left first, they both were competing the next morning but the rest of us hung out until the wee hours of the morning.
The next day we all went down and watched Brian and his girlfriend in their competitions, holy cow there were some amazing bodies and a lot of guys in speedos (including Brian). Things wrapped up around midday and the gay brother, Ian, invited me to come around for a pool party at his place. My friends were going out to see some friends so sounded like a great way to spend the afternoon. Ian walked me the two blocks from the unit to his rental house and on the way he told me that he is gay and some of his gay mates would be at the party, just making sure I was OK with it. I told him I was OK with it but I didn’t want to tell him about my gay tendencies just yet (his parents have no idea).
Ian’s house was like a uni students house, I think there were four blokes living there and it was very cool. There was some cricket on the TV which was out in the pool area.
After playing some back yard cricket (with a beer in hand most of the time) we headed to the pool. Being the Aussie Speedo Guy, I had speedos on under my dork shorts but since I was a guest, I waited to see what the speedo tolerance level was.
I was pleasantly surprised that most of the guys were speedo’ing it up. So I dropped my dork shorts revealing my new Addicted speedos which I have been loving lately (I’ve shared a bunch of my speedo selfies on my blog and social media).
It was these speedos that gave my identity away. Walking out of the bathroom Ian blocked me in the hallway and asked me if I was Aussie Speedo Guy. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I didn’t really have a way out of this conversation so I admitted that yes, I am. I asked Ian not to share that with anyone, particularly his parents.
Ian said he was fine to keep my secret, on the condition that I fucked him.
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A few weeks ago I sucked off my new Landlord. He is a completely straight acting guy, is married but admitted to me that he used to do ‘gay stuff’ when he was in his late teens and early twenties.
We were both sitting in my unit, wearing only speedos after a swim in the pool and I got on my knees and sucked him off. I then straddled him and jerked off making a mess of his blue speedos (which I still have and you can see photos of below). We ran in to each other the next day and he thanked me and everything was cool. His thank you indicated that he might want more.
- Click here to read all the juicy details about how that came about and what happened.
Fast forward a week after our first night, and it was last Sunday and we organized to catch up and watch footy at my place. I kind of expected things to turn sexual and I was super horny in anticipation.
When The Landlord arrived at my place, just before kick off, he was with his wife. Maybe things weren’t going to turn sexual.
I had actually thought about answering the door wearing only his blue speedos with a raging boner, thank God I didn’t.
I get along great with The Landlord’s wife and I think that she wanted to do a little impromptu unit inspection which I was completely fine with. The three of us had a drink and after the first half of footy was over she decided to leave. The Landlord walked her to the door and when it was closed, I heard him lock it, things were about to get sexual. I was in the kitchen getting us another drink and when I returned The Landlord had stripped down to a pair of black lycra speedos and was back on the couch.
It was a beautiful sight.
I handed him his drink and stood in front of him and stripped down to the blue speedos that he had left behind last time we fooled around (they were soaked in two loads of cum so he couldn’t really take them home for his wife to wash).
Sitting next to him on the couch our thighs were touching. I reached over and started rubbing the front of his speedo.
The Landlord didn’t take his blue speedos home and after writing about this I am SUPER horny so I’m going to go and ruin them. Would you guys like a video of me jerking off in to his speedos?
If there was a hidden camera it would have looked pretty much like this….
I mentioned it briefly the other day that a friend of mine got in a bit of trouble with the law. It isn’t too bad, he just drank a little too much and made some bad choices. Nobody got hurt and I don’t think it is a ‘habit’ of his.
I’m not going to defend his actions or decisions, he fucked up and he is more than paying for it.
Perhaps because I am so discrete with my business (and sexuality), perhaps because I’m not fully in on the inside of my Terrigal crew, he reached out to me to help him out with this incident. Reluctantly, I am helping him out.
Last weekend I had to go up to Coffs Harbour and present myself before the court and it all went well. I spent the night up there in a motel and I was kinda horny. So I grabbed my phone and tuned on Grindr. There was this guy who looked like a hot younger Hulk Hogan. Blonde, broad shoulders, body builder type. Which isn’t my type – I prefer lean swimmers build.
The guy was within a kilometer from me so I sent him a photo of me in a speedo.
He replied back, he said he was a bottom, loved being dominated and he had a speedo.
I promised I’d dominate him, he promised to wear his speedo.
It wasn’t 10 minutes later and there was a knock at my hotel door. I looked through the peep hole and there he was, Beefcake.
I opened the door to my hotel room, Beefcake was huge. I’m 6 foot, Beefcake was half a foot taller, twice as wide and probably nearly twice my weight – all of that in muscle. He was wearing jeans and a button up white dress shirt.
He walked in, I told him to take his shirt off which he did.
Then I told him to put his hands on the door he had just walked through, spread his legs and I was going to give him a pat down. Beefcake complied.
I put my left hand on his shoulder, he was super ripped and super smooth. My right hand followed his spine all the way down his back to his jeans which had a belt. I traced his belt, counter clock wise around his torso, which was crazy flat and smooth. I got to the belt buckle and undid it.
Beefcakes jeans slid down, he was wearing a sky blue speedo, lycra that fit him perfectly.
Now my hands were on Beefcakes hips, I ordered him to spread his legs and he complied.
then left his speedos drenched in cum?
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