The darn rain is back here in Austalia…. I did manage to get to the pool yesterday (not sure if I got wetter walking to and from the pool or from being in it).
It does mean that I’ll get a bunch of work done this week – whoohooo!!!! I really do love my job/work and it is life that takes me away from it which is a pain sometimes.
I’ve had a few emails asking about my experience at the National Surf Life Saving Championships a few weeks ago. I have started writing about it but it is complex so I’m having a little trouble. Let me explain:
- A mate of mine and his wife invited me down to the Gold Coast for the Life Saving Champs, their son was competing.
- Turns out the son goes to my local pool and he and I had an experience in the showers one night – I will repost that tomorrow.
- Despite doing gay things with me, the son has a girlfriend who was also competing in the Life Saving Champs.
- Of course, when I met the son I was discrete and didn’t give any indication that we had fooled around.
- Sunday afternoon, all the competition stuff is finished and I’m invited to a pool party at someone’s place. Lots of people, lots of speedos and some really fit, hot guys. Speedos were completely appropriate so I wore mine.
- My friend has a bunch of adult kids and their other son is gay and out of the closet.
- The second son recognizes me (he said my new speedos gave it away).
- Second son and I do a pub run to get more booze and we fool around and have a quickie (he fucks me then blows me).
- Then later that night, the ‘straight’ son fucks me.
Those are the main points I feel like I need to cover but when I started writing, I wrote too much about the background and not enough about the action. So I’ve scrapped it and will try again from the beginning (or maybe I will start in the middle).
Okie dokie, I will get back to it.
I’ve mentioned before that when I sit down and write about my sexual experiences I get super horny. So horny I will go and take a cold shower or do some paperwork just to settle down. That is what is happening now and the speedos I am wearing are pictured below.
Interesting enough, I have a hookup who can get me these ADDICTED brand speedos. Would anyone be interested in a pair? Something I’ll think about and maybe flesh out a bit more later in the week.
Tomorrow I will be publishing what I got up to at the Surf Life Saving Championships (click here for a news article about it).
Today I want to quickly share with you what happened at the beach earlier in the week when I was dog sitting:
I didn’t know anyone in the town so I was looking forward to a quiet few days of walking (the dog) and working on work and my speedo tan. This was the first time I had been to this beach town (growing up we usually went south to the Gold Coast) and I was surprised just how quiet the beach was considering it is Easter Holidays.
On Monday, after spending a few hours on the beach I was walking back home and I cracked a beer. I couldn’t see any other people and I was walking in my new Addicted speedo with my backpack and loving the warm weather. Then, to my left, in a little bit of a clearing off the beach, I was susprised by a guy standing at the tree line. The beach really isn’t very wide (maybe twenty meters from waterline to where the sand turns to grass, trees and dunes). He was wearing a pair of Budgy Smuggler speedos and had a beer in his hand as well (it was after 2pm). He was the third person I had seen in the three hours I had been at the beach.
Had I seen someone ahead of me at the beach I would have wrapped a towel around my waist, but since this guy surprised me I had no chance and there I was in all my speedo glory.
Then again, he was standing there in all his speedo glory as well so I shouldn’t have been concerned.
When we first saw each other we raised our beers in a polite ‘toast’. As I got closer to him he yelled out to me, “Join me for a beer speedo mate.”
What do you guys think I did?
The bloes name was Eddie, late 40’s, had been training for triathlons since COVID started but hadn’t had any races yet but he was looking pretty good in his speedos. He grew up on the island (email me if you want to know exactly where it is), moved away for work and had moved back after his divorce a few years ago. When I heard that, my heart sunk but my head spun a little bit (married to a woman with kids but hanging out at the beach in AussieBum speedos).
I asked Eddie if the beach was always that quiet and he said it usually was pretty quiet, the whole place is pretty sleepy. I liked it.
We finished out beers and I offered Eddie another one. He accepted.
I toasted to “Beers and Beaches, doesn’t get much better than this.”
Eddie surprised me again when he replied “I could think of something that would make it better. Would you like a blowjob Dave?”
Where did that come from? I thought we were just two striaght guys having a beer. Sure we were wearing speedos but Eddie had been married and not many people know about my gay activities. Speedos are pretty common here in Australia, particularly at the pool, when lap swimming most guys wear speedos, so I had assumed it was just one of those things. I had no intention of hitting on Eddie, it was good that he took the lead.
I told Eddie I’d love a blowjob but I thought he was straight since he said he had been married.
Eddie explained that he had experiemented when he was younger and since he has been a bachelor he has been back experimenting. This got my cock stirring and as I was standing there in my speedo, nothing was hiding it and I had to adjust it. Eddie noticed and actually licked his lips.
Then Eddie told me how this was the exact spot he lost his virginity.
He explained that he was hanging out with friends having a bon fire on the beach and he and one of his best friends snuck down to this clearing and blew each other. There were more details which had my cock straining against the lycra of my speedo. Eddie offered to reenact that night.
I was pushed backwards so I was learning against a tree and Eddie dropped to his knees.
Eddie started slow, licking my cock through the lycra and he had one hand between my legs rubbing my arse crack all the way around to my balls. After a few minutes of this, causing a strain of precum oozing through the lycra material, Eddie sat back a little and started to undo the drawstring. While he was doing this he told me to keep an eye out, he said that the cops drive past at low tide, usually from the south. That made this even hotter.
When Eddie had freed my cock he went to town. I think I had one sip of my beer before my orgasm approached. With nobody within at least a couple of kilometers, I moaned LOUD!!!
I warned Eddie just before I started cumming and he pulled his mouth off my cock and finished me with his right hand and let me cum all over his chest.
While I grabbed my breath back Eddie stood up and I pulled my speedos back up and did the drawstring. While I as looking down I told Eddie it was his turn to reenact his first time when he informed me that there was a group of people walking down the beach. Eddie said we would have to rain check that.
I felt bad, his cock was at full mast and he started walking towards the water to clean off.
Same time tomorrow Dave?
I enjoyed the view of Eddie walking down to the beach and I quickly put on my dork shorts and started walking home. The big family group that I walked past on the beach a few minutes later all said hello. Funny knowing about what I was just doing.
The next day I had the same routine and I returned the favour for Eddie. The beach did get a little busy so we had to go deeper in to the dunes and I did see the cops drive along the beach.
It is Friday already, darn I thought it was Thursday and I had another day.
Earlier in the week I published a story I wrote about my experience at a Gay Massage Retreat. I actually mean to publish it as I had agreed to get it approved by Russ who runs the retreat. Just to reassure him that there was nothing in there that might expose his clients.
Russ has approved it so I’m doing the final proof read on it this afternoon and it will be yours to check out tomorrow morning.
Reminiscing about my previous sexual experiences (and writing about them) gets me horny as hell. And since it is Friday I have a reason to get horny as hell.
I can’t share much in public right now but hopefully tonight I’ll be having some naughty speedo fun.
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