I love sharing my naughty speedo experiences, it was my first threesome all those years (and threesomes) ago that got me to start this blog. Of course, I love it when others share their naughty speedo experiences as well and over the years I’ve been able to share with you guys a lot of those.
Chris is an old time friend of mine (we haven’t actually done anything naughty together but have had a few drinks together in Boulder during my travels to the states), he is a long time member and he was telling me about an experience he had in Vegas recently. I asked him if he would like to share it. He is now in Mexico on holidays (he works in the travel industry) and said why not?
I’ve been helping him with it and it was pretty hot. Hope you guys enjoy it, Chris will be reading the comments so feel free to leave some feedback.
Hey guys, I have never wrirtten about any of my sexual experiences before but I love reading about Dave’s sexual adventures (aka Aussie Speedo Guys) and with a little bit of prompting, he has convinced me to put pen to paper.
My name is Chris, I live in Boulder, I am gay but most people wouldn’t know it. I’m 38yo, my boyfriend, Thomas, is 22yo and is a student at CU. We have been ‘dating’ for a year but it is all about the sex and I can’t see us getting married or anything. My friends tease me about having such a young boyfriend but I’m not complaining. While we are a couple, I know that Thomas totally screws around and it is just something that isn’t talked about.
I love travelling and having a boyfriend to travel with (even if I pay for everything) is better than travelling alone. Yes, I do get a little jealous hearing about what Thomas gets up to but I am OK with it.
At the end of summer I had a work trip, my first one since COVID, it was out to Vegas and of course I asked Thomas to come along. It is a 10 hour drive door to door (I have done it a few times) and I’ve got a nice work car so I proposed driving. One of my work colleagues, Patrick (Pat) decided to tag along for the drive at the last minute. We left early, around 6am, and I figured we’d get out there by 3pm with the time change and have some time in the pool and a party night. Thomas was a little hungover and slept most of the way, Pat and I talked about work most of the way, which sounds boring but was actually really good.
Pat is my age, married, two kids, pretty cute wife, one of the few people that knows I’m gay and has no problems with it. It has never really come up in conversation. He is a cool dude, and he is really good at his job.
We get to Vegas, I think I was the one who taught Dave (Aussie Speedo Guy) where to park when staying at Paris, and even thought it has been over a year since I was there, it all felt like yesterday. We checked in, Pat was in the hotel room next to Thomas and I. Surprisingly, I felt pretty good after the drive but was definitely keen for a drink. We told Pat to come over and we’d have a drink before heading to the pool.
Pat came over wearing his pool shorts, t-shirt, hat and had a drink in hand. Thomas and I had just poured a drink and Pat slammed his down so I poured him another one.
This is a photo I took last time I was in Vegas
We had just spent 10 hours in a car together but the conversation still flowed and we had a great view of the pool which was pretty quiet. I had just poured our second drink (Pat’s third) when Thoams went in to the bathroom. He came out wearing the new Turbo brand speedo that I had bought him for the trip.
He was wearing the speedo and nothing else. He also had a semi (semi hard on) and he looked delicious.
At first I was a little bit embarassed. But with Thomas standing there in all his speedo glory Pat said “You could make a married man question himself wearing that Thomas.” This was just the kind of attention Thomas loves and he walked over to where Pat was sitting on the bed. His crotch was at Pat’s eye level and he was inviting Pat to touch him. Pat looked over at me.
I think if I was ten years younger I would have been upset or jealous but I’m kind of used to Thomas being a little slut, so with Pat looking at me I just said “What is done in Vegas….”
Pat reached out and started rubbing Thomas’s crotch.
Thomas was looking at me with a very cheeky grin on his face. He even put both of his hands behind his head as he let my married, straight, work colleague rub his cock.
After a few minutes of this Thomas got Pat off the bed, on his feet and started making out with him. I really couldn’t believe it, I didn’t think Pat had a gay bone in his body but… that is Vegas baby. Thomas took Pat’s shirt off and the big surprise (there were a lot of surprises) was when Thomas took off Pat’s shorts, Pat was wearing a pair of red AussieBum speedos.
Wow!!!
It was pretty hot watching my twenty something year old boyfriend making out with a guy nearly twice his age. Their cocks were both hard and rubbing together.
I was hard too watching this as you can imagine.
Thomas broke off the kissing and looking in to Pat’s eyes he told him that he would give him the best blowjob of his life, but he had to promise to wear those red speedos to the pool.
I think Pat would have sold his children for a blowjob at that minute and he readily agreed. Thomas lead him back to the bed and right next to where I was sitting Pat sat down and my boyfriend got on his knees between Pat’s legs. Thomas released Pat’s cock out the leg of his red AussieBum speedos and he went to work.
Thomas loves cock and he is perhaps the best cock sucker I have experienced. It is half technique, and it is half just a love of cock and he has both of those.
This was too much for me. I got up, dropped my shorts, went to the bathroom and squirted some lube on my cock. Returning to the room my boyfriend was on his knees sucking Pat’s cock. Thomas was wearing the new speedos and instead of taking them off, I just pulled them aside giving me access to his little twenty year old butt hole.
He didn’t miss a beat as I slipped my cock inside him.
Thomas and I had never done any group or threesome stuff together before and seeing the pleasure he was bringing Pat while I fucked him was really hot.
It was Pat whose orgasm started first. OMG he was sooooo loud I’m sure anyone in the hallway would have heard him. For at least a minute before his orgasm he was yelling. That got me pretty worked up as well and I came in Thomas’s arse shortly after Pat came in Thomas’s mouth.
That was pretty intense.
Pat kept thanking Thomas telling him it was the best blowjob he has ever had.
After another drink and a little bit of a debrief on what just happened we headed down to the pool. Thomas made Pat wear his red speedo which he did try to get out of. We were the only three guys wearing speedos at the pool but it was pretty quiet and nobody bothered us or cared.
We kept drinking and after about an hour Thomas (who had been on his phone a little bit) announced that there were more ‘speedo guys’ joining us.
This confused Pat and I so Thomas explained. He had been on Grindr and there were two guys staying at the hotel and they had seen the three of us in the pool wearing speedos. Thomas said they were coming down to join us and would be speedo’ing it up as well.
I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing about having sex. There is more for me to write if you think my writing is good enough.
Yesterday I was joking around that since I was running solo on Valentine’s Day, I’d be more than happy to be the third wheel if any couples out there (male/male or male/female) wanted to have a threesome I’m happy to volunteer.
Last night, lying in bed (alone) I was thinking about where I am usually on Valentine’s Day and it hit me that usually I’m in North America visiting Kip in Colorado snowboarding. Then it hit me that I was once on my way back home here to Australia and I had a two night stay in Vegas and had a threesome.
I dug through the archives and found what I had written about that.
Did anyone here have a Valentine’s Day threesome?
I was going to sit down, maybe on the flight home and write up what happened and share it with you guys, because it was soooo darn hot!!!
As the three of us were chilling out post threesome, the wife asked me what I do for a living and I told them. They looked it up straight away and the husband had to admit that he is a fan of mine but had no idea at all and wasn’t really a daily follower.
What the husband does for work isn’t important but the wife is a budding author and after cruising my blog (this blog) she asked if she could write up about our experience. I said sure why not.
This is what she ended up writing.
My husband, Mike, is bisexual.
It came up in conversation early in our relationship and I’m completely fine with it. We are monogamous and neither of us have ever cheated on each other.
After five years of marriage we are great, sex life is great, we love having sex outdoors in particular and we have a long list of places that we’ve been ticking off. Recently, we had been talking about having a threesome, with an extra guy.
I’m not bisexual at all, I love men and I’m not comfortable with seeing Mike with another girl. So, I’m impressed that he has told me that he is one hundred percent fine watching me with another guy. Assuming it is purely sexual and the guy is a random nobody that we will never see again.
Mike seemed a little concerned that maybe I would be freaked out seeing him do ‘gay things’ with a guy but to be honest, I’m pretty turned on by the idea of watching two guys get freaky with each other. And, I have a strap on and use it on Mike probably once a month or so which counts as a ‘gay thing’ and I love it.
We didn’t know how or if we’d ever have a threesome with a guy but we had been thinking about it.
Last week, we are in Vegas (of course) for Valentine’s Day. I had a work thing there and we were staying at the Paris Hotel. We arrived on Wednesday afternoon, the weather was nice out so we decided to head to the pool. I put on a black bikini, Mike put on his shorts but I stopped him…. I had a present for him. A pair of speedos I had ordered from the Australian company Budgy Smuggler.
I don’t think Mike has ever worn a speedo, not that I had ever seen.
He didn’t like the idea but I can be convincing and I might have told him it would help us pick up a guy….
Mike put the speedo on, then put his shorts over the top. He said we’d see.
The pool at Paris is gorgeous and there were a few people around but being a Wednesday, it wasn’t too busy. First stop was getting a drink at the bar then we looked for a spot to put down our towels and kit. First guy I noticed there was sitting on the side of the pool, looked like a coffee mug in his hand and he was wearing a red speedo.
Mike was definitely not getting out of speedo’ing it up if someone else was.
He did try and keep the shorts on, but like I said, I can be convincing. I might have told him my holes would be closed for business the rest of the trip if he didn’t speedo it up.
Reluctantly Mike slid down his shorts and I could see how uncomfortable he felt walking to the pool. He couldn’t get in the water quick enough. Mike is thirty four, has been doing some triathlons so works out a bunch and he looked fantastic. I was quietly proud that my husband looks so good.
We get in the pool, with our drinks of course, not that far from the red speedo guy. We looked over at him and he gave us a nod and raised his coffee mug in a ‘cheers’ motion. Showing his appreciation for another speedo guy is how it came across.
The red speedo guy slipped into the water and came toward us.
“Nice work on the Budgy Smugglers mate.” He said with an Australian accent, of course the only other guy wearing a speedo had to be Australian.
Mike mumbled something about it being my idea but the Aussie (in red speedo) said that he and Mike were just ahead of the fashion curve.
The Aussie in the red speedo introduced himself as Dave.
He was a bit of a Chatty Cathy but in a good way and the three of us were chatting away. I sat on the edge of the pool but the two guys were standing in waist deep water.
After a while Dave said “What are you guys drinking? My shout.” It couldn’t have sounded more like Crocodile Dundee if he tried and I don’t think he was putting it on at all. His accent was soooo hot!!! If I was a single girl I would have definitely taken him up to my room then and there.
We gave Dave our drink order and he jumped out of the pool and walked towards the bar.
Mike and I were both enjoying the view of his bum in those red speedos. I elbowed Mike in the ribs and joked that he should be careful not to pitch a tent in his speedos. We had a quick discussion and came to the conclusion that we should definitely ask Dave to join us for a threesome. Neither of us have a gaydar (gay radar) so had no idea if he was gay/bi, he seemed pretty straight but he was wearing a red speedo.
When Dave walked back to the pool Mike and I had to try and not be too obvious perving at him. I was really impressed with his confidence. Wearing a red speedo and he owned it. It seemed like it was no big deal. Particularly compared to Mike and his twenty foot sprint to the pool when he dropped his shorts.
Three of us got back in to some fun chatting. Dave had just spent a month in Colorado and my folks have a place near where he was so we had that to talk about.
Some drunk twenty year old girls came over and joined in the conversation for a bit, nobody mentioned the speedos which surprised me.
Our drinks were getting low, I elbowed Mike in the ribs (I do that a lot) and told him “It’s your shout mate” with my pathetic attempt at an Aussie accent. Mike didn’t want to walk all the way over to the bar and stand there just wearing his speedo, but he didn’t really have a choice.
He manned up, jumped out of the pool and did the ‘speedo walk of shame’ to the bar.
Mike did look like he had a little more confidence than before which was good to see. While I was enjoying the view of my husbands bum, Dave directed my attention to the twenty year old girls who were enjoying the view of my husbands bum as well.
Dave knew that I caught him looking at my husbands bum, that was my first indication that perhaps Dave was not completely straight.
It turned in to a bit of an afternoon session at the pool and the drinks were flowing. As it was getting close to sunset two young ladies joined us and they were rather smitten with Dave and his red speedos. They were probably mid thirties
G’day members, I have to find the last chapter of this which I’ll do this afternoon for you guys.
In Aussie I live in a pretty small town, it is only 90 minutes to Sydney but it isn’t that big of a place.
When I was just in Breckenridge, that is a pretty small town as well and I suppose since being an adult, I’ve always lived in relatively small towns.
So hooking up, isn’t the same as it is in a big city.
But now I’m in Vegas and I’m like a kid in a candy store!!!
I got in about 3pm to the hotel, I’m staying at Paris. For some reason it is cheaper than every where else. I had the cab driver swing by a liquor store and I grabbed a bottle of Jameson’s and a couple of cigars. I had some work to do (I reply to member emails religiously, that is part of the benefits of being a member is that we get to chat). So I stripped down to my new AussieBum speedos, pulled up a chair, poured myself a scotch and did an hours work.
Then it was time to hit the pool. I poured a nice strong scotch into my coffee mug, threw on a shirt, shorts, tennis shoes and I headed out.
The pool at Paris is beautiful. Apart from the price being cheap, it is why I love staying there.
Not a whole lot of people around and of course nobody else in a speedo.
I slipped in and since there wasn’t much happening, I turned on Grindr (for those who don’t know, it is an online gay mobile hookup app). My profile is kinda funny and it is this photo…..
This is why I love it when I visit big cities….. lots of guys DTF (down to fuck)!!!
Just as I turned Grindr on, I got a call from a mate of mine in the US and we chatting for 10 minutes or so. When I hung up, I had 25 messages on Grindr.
23 of those messages were “Hey” from guys with no profile photo or no information about themselves. I deleted those 23 messages and the one that was most interesting was from a couple, they had nothing on their profile but their message had photos of them on the beach, wearing speedos.
That was interesting, I asked them for more details. Since they had all of mine.
Early 30’s, Aussie guys from Melbourne, just been skiing in Lake Tahoe. Would love to add a third. What’s done in Vegas…..
My next question was, your place or mine? The app said they were 800 feet (might have been yards) from my location. I told them I was at the pool at Paris.
They replied saying they were at Planet Hollywood and guessed that I was the guy wearing a black and white speedo. They could see me from their hotel room.
I asked them if they wanted to join me at the pool but they said they had a dinner reservation so were looking more for a ‘right now’ thing. A little bit of back and forward and it was agreed, my hotel room in 20 minutes.
Perfect timing, I had just finished my scotch.
I went back up to my hotel room, I had a shower, a shave (shaved everywhere), put on my red Resqme Speedos (the ones the Aussie Senator gave me – click here to read about that experience) and I was just finishing up when there was a knock at the door…..
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