I was super horny all day yesterday, my usual fuck buddies were all unavailable so I was on my favourite gay hookup app.  I added some new photos of me and rewrote my profile description which mentioned “Couples or groups to the front of the line” since I had a threesome on my mind.  I got the usual thirty messages from guys with blank profiles and no pictures saying “Hey”.  They were ignored, deleted and then blocked.  Too darn lazy for me.

It got to 8pm and I had all but given up.  I had been busy working so I hadn’t had a beer, or a rum or a scotch, yet and in the back of my mind I was hoping that I would have to drive somewhere for some fun.  As 8pm came around I gave up hope of some action, I poured myself a scotch and setup a movie.  As the introduction screen for the movie was playing I checked one last time the hookup app on my phone.

The following message appeared: “I’m Christian, I’m straight, love speedos like you obviously do and need my cock sucked.  Info in my profile, if you need to know more please feel free to ask.”

That was the most coherent response I had received all day.  I pressed pause on the movie.

Christian and I sent some face pics back and forth and he looked like an adonis!  I asked him if he was an underwear model,, he was that beautiful.  Twenty-eight years old, dirty blonde hair, six pack swimmers body and he even had a speedo tan.

I asked him what he was doing on a gay hookup app if he was as straight,, as he claimed.

He said he had broken up with his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day (just a few days earlier), was home alone on a Friday night, a little drunk and horny. He had been blown by guys in the past and figured he would see if he could find someone willing to help him out.

We seemed to be getting along pretty well, I offered to host but Christian had already partaken in a few drinks so he offered to host.  I had a quick shower and got in the car for the forty minute drive north to Christian’s place.

I was wearing my new ADDICTED speedos (there are a bunch of selfies of me wearing them on my blog), Christian said he thought they looked hot from the pics I sent him, I was wearing a towel and a polo shirt.  If I was pulled over by the police I’m not quite sure how I’d explain not having any pants in the car at 9pm on a Friday night.

When I arrived at Christian’s house, I parked in front of his townhouse.  As per his request, I removed my shirt and the towel around my waist, and I made a near nudie run to his front door.

To be honest, it was pretty dark and his front door couldn’t be very well seen from the neighbours but I felt naughty standing there just wearing a speedo.  I went from feeling naughty to feeling worried when Christian didn’t answer the door for what seemed like an age.  Finally, I heard someone on the other side of the door and I was really hoping it was Christian and I had the correct address…. as the door opened my emotions went from worried to awe.

There was Christian, wearing the pair of speedos he had promised he would wear and they just suited his body perfectly, anything would have suited his body perfectly.

Jesus he was hot.

We shook hands and I followed Christian in to his living room.  He had this really comfy looking chair setup in front of the TV, which was playing some lesbian porn.  Following that perfectly sculptured butt of his, I barely heard it when Christian asked me “You OK if we get straight down to business Dave?”

“Hell yeah” was my reply.

Christian sat down in what he called his ‘blowjob chair’.  He had a glass of bourbon and coke next to him and he had been kind enough to put a pillow down for my knees.  I dropped to my knees in front of him.  I complimented Christian on his blowjob chair and his preparation.  Then I got to work.

He was fully erect from before I arrived and I started by rubbing my right hand up and down the length of his cock through the lycra of his speedo.  My left hand was rubbing the inside of his thigh from his knee all the way up to where his speedo prevented my access to his arse.

His cock was rock hard and pulsing, wanting to be free of the speedo, but I wanted to keep him on the edge for as long as I could.  My hand was sliding up to the very tip of his cock, which was glistening with precum, and then all the way down to the backside of his balls that were full like waterballoons ready to explode.

Finally, I moved my head down in to his crotch and I tasted the little wet spot of precum and his cock twitched at the touch on my tongue.

Christian was begging me to just pull his cock out and suck it.  I was trying to delay this as long as possible but he reached down and pulled his cock out the leg of his speedo.  My mouth enveloped the head of his cock before it had been fully released from his speedo.  I had to use my left hand to get his balls fully out.

I put my hands on the inside of Christian’s knees and lightly pushed out, opening him up.  My tongue flicked, licked and circled the head of Christian’s cock and when his hand reached down and was on the back of me head, and his hips thrust up off the couch, I was ready for the load of cum that was headed my way.

You guys know me, I took every drop of his cum and it was a solid mouthful.

When I felt his cock start to soften, I released it from the confines of my mouth and tucked his cock back in to his speedo.  “Fuck that was awesome Dave. You have some mad blowjob skills. Pour yourself a drink.”

I got off my knees and poured myself a drink, I had expected this to be a blow and go type of thing but Christian seemed like he wanted me to hang around.  Little did I know that two drinks and an hour later my cock would be in Christian’s mouth, while his was back inside mine again.  Sixty-nine style.

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