Finally, the sun is out here in the Sunshine State.
The weather this year has been miserable and I’m sorry I keep mentioning it here. I find the weather effects my level of horniness though so it is important when it comes to this blog.
If it is cold and grey and I’m stuck inside then I’m not exercising so I feel fat, no need to keep on top of personal grooming and while I don’t get depressed, I’m not out there smashing it.
When the sun is out, like today, I’m up early, I’m at the pool, I’m walking around, I’m making sure everything is shaved (hehe) and since I’m walking around the house in speedos, I’m hornier. Right now, I’ve packed my new laptop and I’m going for a quick drive up the coast to one of the quiet beaches to work on my speedo tan and see if there are any other guys excited to be outside in the sun again.
My latest news…. my laptop died earlier in the week so I had to scramble to get a new one. I was without a laptop for 24 hours which was really weird. Now that I replaced it, takes me forever to get everything setup again and anytime I go to do something, I have to install new software or look up passwords so things just take a lot longer but I feel like I’m just about back on top of it. I had to order a hard drive caddie (something that connects an old hard drive to a USB cable) which won’t arrived until next week so there are still some things that I’m delayed on.
At the beach today I will be writing about my weekend at the Surf Life Saving Championships.
That will of course get me horny. I have told a guy from Grindr where I will be so maybe he can help me with my horniness. He said I could share these pics of him publicly.
I’ve packed condoms and lube just in case we run in to each other…..
I am wearing my new white Addicted speedos so if you are on the Sunshine Coast and see a guy with a laptop wearing white speedos, I think I’ll have a beer as well, come and say hello.
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.
I think one of the hottest things is an older guy who is discretely (secretly) bi.
When people think of a middle aged guy having an affair it is usually with their female secretary or yoga teacher… but I wonder how often it is with a younger guy at the pool. Which is what happened with my Married Guy (click here to read how we met).
Here is an experience that one of my new members sent to me. I’m not 100% sure if it is a true story or fiction but either way it is hot!!!
When I was young, I developed a crush on my father’s friend. They weren’t related but I call him “uncle” because of how frequently he comes by the house to help my dad with stuff. He became somewhat a paternal figure for me. He was a bit younger than my dad but old enough to be my own father.
Now, I’m 25 and he’s about 43 I think. We saw each other again. I have already moved out of our home and live many miles away. He was in the city I was living in for a conference. We passed by each other in a cafe and spoke for a short while.
He was still so good looking but this time he was so grown. His shoulders were broader, his face was more mature, and his hair is flaked with white strands. I couldn’t resist the urge to undress him in my head. We spoke for a few minutes and he was a fun guy to talk to. The last time we saw each other I was leaving for college and was a fairly skinny and short. Now, I’m still nothing compared to his big body but I’ve gained a bit of muscle to look decent and cute.
He was in town for two more days and he asked if I wanted to stop by his hotel to have dinner. I said yes because I couldn’t pass on the opportunity.
I texted my dad that night to tell him I saw Uncle Greg. He gave me an few short update about what has been happening to him recently. Turns out, he and his wife are separated and are living in different homes. Recently, he caught his wife sleeping with another guy.
The night of our dinner. I was surprised to find that he wasn’t in the hotel restaurant. Turns out, he wanted to have dinner in his room. I went up to his room and knocked. He opened the door and I saw him dressed in a nice shirt and pants. We were both casually dressed, nothing too fancy. There was already food on the table and a bottle of wine in a bucket.
We began to eat and I’m telling him stories about what is going on with me recently. I told him about my boyfriend, and he was surprised to find out that I was gay.
He didn’t know I was gay and so did my dad. I forgot for a moment that I was speaking to my uncle, a friend of my dad’s. I asked him not to tell my dad, he said yes. After that he was asking stuff about my gay lifestyle. Not in an offensive way, but with curiosity. He wanted to know if I suck dick, if I take it in the ass, or if I swallow.
He popped open the wine and began pouring me and himself a glass. After a few drinks, we decided to sit on his bed. He didn’t stop with the gay questions until he finally asked if I think he is attractive.
I didn’t know how to answer at first because I didn’t know if he was serious. He began rubbing my thighs and looking into my eyes. “I think you’re handsome,” he said. He then told me the story about how he thinks he’s bi. He had a previous sexual experience with a person he didn’t want to tell me who. Upon further inquiry, I found out it was with my dad. In the nights that he slept over when I was young and they were drinking, it would usually end up with my dad in his knees sucking his cock.
Not going to lie, the idea turned me on a bit. Thinking about my dad sucking his friend’s dick got me so flushed and hard. My uncle could see the outline of my dick in my pants.
“Do you want to suck me off?” He asked. I said yes so he pushed me on the floor and let me unbuckle his belt and pull his jeans down. His dick was thick but not long, but it was enough to render me weak because it looked so good. I kissed the tip and started sucking it. His hands were grabbing the sheets of the hotel bed. He was moaning and feeling so good, I can tell. I give good head.
I started playing with his nipple with my other hand at one point. His hands were brushing my hair and I can feel his eyes looking directly at me sucking his cock.
“You have a boyfriend right?” He asked me and I nodded my head while pumping his dick. “Whose dick is better.” I said his.
He chuckled at my response. He said my dad loved his dick too, even though he was happily married to my mom. “You two are so unfaithful for my dick.” Like father, like son I guess.
A few minutes later, he lifted me up and pushed me down on the bed. “Can I fuck you?”
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