Interesting post from 10 years ago I thought I should share with you guys.
I wonder how many of my readers/fans have been around that long?
Kip had a full house on Tuesday night with some friends of his heading back to Denver after a weekend in Moab.
It was fun having 3 str8 boys hanging about and in the hottub but nothing naughty happened despite a rather large amount of alcohol consumed for a Tuesday evening.
During the night the subject of guys faking it came up. All of us had said that we had faked it. That surprised me.
It brought back thoughts of when I faked it…..
I picked up a girl at a bar called Sirens in Terrigal (it is a dive bar for sure). She was super keen, a little older than me and a nurse. I took her back to my place, shagged like rabbits – I think I came twice. Then the next morning she wanted a shag before I dropped her home. She was not very pretty the night before so you can only imagine how pretty she was the next morning….. One other thing – it was stinking hot and I’ve never had aircon.
She wanted it so after a few attempts I told her to get on her knees so I could think of something else. I was hard but there was no way I was going to be able to cum so I moaned, moaned and then pretended to cum. I pulled out and threw my condom in the trash can.
Thing is…. she thought that I had faked it – hahahaha.
Anyways – I dropped her home and never saw her again.
That is the only time I’ve ever faked it. I don’t think any guys have faked it on me but I’m pretty sure some girls have faked it for sure.
It was an interesting topic to hear str8 boys talk about and I’d love to hear your thoughts on it guys.
This is a story I posted over on BisexualDave.com but since it is so hot I thought I’d share it with members here.
After our encounter over the weekend (you can read that on my blog), Jess and I were spending a lot more time around one another outside of class. One particular afternoon in mid May we were once again going to meet up at the mall after I had spent some more time at the library.
Once we were at the mall and had found a place to sit and eat, Jess brought up bathing suit shopping again. I asked her why she needed another new bikini (as if you can ever have enough, right? but I was young and foolish…)
She said, “Not for me this time, for you.”
“Oh,” I said. I knew where this was going. This was back in the 90s and Speedo had a chain of retail stores. There was one in the mall. I’d never been in it, I’d never needed to. The swim club where I swam had a store where you could buy your suits, goggles and anything else you needed, so I’d always just gotten my speedos from there.
It was late in the evening, so the mall was not crowded and stores would be closing in about an hour and a half, so I didn’t think the chances were high that we would be seen by people we knew, and trying on speedos for Jess sounded like fun.
“Ok, sure,” I said.
“You didn’t really have a choice.”
We got up and walked over to the store front. The store was deserted except for the one sales clerk behind the counter. The store wasn’t very big, with women’s suits on the left wall, two tiers high. The middle of the store were displays of goggles, caps, bags, sweats, etc. On the right side were the men’s suits.
This was the glory days before jammers and all the suits were speedo briefs. There were all kinds of prints, colors, and cuts. It was a sight to see.
“Wow,” she said, “there’s so many! This could take awhile.”
The sales clerk noticed us and started walking over. He was a few years older than us, probably a senior in college.
“Can I help you find something?” he asked.
Jess jumped right in, “We’re looking for a suit for him,” she said, pointing to me.
The guy looked a bit surprised for a second, but quickly smiled and said, “Sure, all of our men’s suits are over here. Is there something in particular you are looking for?” as he was looking me up and down.
Jess said we weren’t sure yet. The clerk said he tried on speedos all the time and could help make some suggestions. He went over to a rack about midway down the sidewall of the store and picked up a blue square cut suit with a small zipper pocket on the front right hip.
“I think this suit would rock on him.”
Jess considered and said, “Let’s start with that one.”
He led us over to the fitting room, which was all the way in the back on the right, and opened up right next to the men’s suits racks. I walked in and took the suit from Jess and closed the door.
I pulled off my pants and shoes and then pulled the suit up. It did feel pretty good. It didn’t have a lot of room up front, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I was starting to get a little hard, though. After a minute or two, Jess knocked on the door.
“Are you ready yet?”
I reached for the doorknob and opened it a bit. Her face was right there in the door and she pushed it open. The clerk was standing there too.
I must have hesitated to come out for a second too long, because they both prompted me to get my ass out of the changing room.
Looking me up and down, Jess said to the clerk, “You’re right, I do like that. But let’s try some others to compare.”
She handed me a brief with a three or so inch side. I went back into the dressing room and stripped off the square cut. I pulled up the briefs. I was still semi-hard, but not too obvious yet. I adjusted myself as best I could and opened the door again.
“That’s more like it,” said Jess.
“Oh yeah, that’s heading in the right direction,” agreed the clerk.
Jess looked at me with a smile, “We’re not done yet, though. Here’s the next…”
This continued for three more suits. The last two were both solars (they are the smallest suit speedo makes). The first was black. By now my cock was more than just semi-erect from all this attention. I pulled the black solar up and again adjusted myself before opening the door.
Jess and the clerk were waiting. “Come on out,” said Jess. “We want to see.”
“Wow,” said the clerk. “Don’t you think that shows off the package too much?”
“Not at all” said Jess.
I stepped out of the change room but didn’t venture far from the door.
“No, I mean come all the way out here to where the big mirror is” said Jess.
I looked over to where she was pointing and it was out practically in the middle of the store, easily within view of the mall outside. I was simultaneously terrified and turned on. I walked out into the middle of the store and stood in front of the mirror, as ordered.
Sorry guys, the rest of this is for members only. If you would like to read more experiences like this, scoot over to BisexualDave.com. There are some pretty hot bisexual movies there.
Someone sent me through an article quoting some phone sex figures.
Click here for the original article to check it out for yourself. I personally take it with a grain of salt, actually any survey involving sex I take with a pinch of salt because I wonder who is answering the survey and I’m sure depending on how they are being asked, as to how they are answering.
Anyway, enough of me being anal, here are the interesting figures they reported:
- Half of couples have sent naughty pics to each other (guilty)
- 27% answered the phone while having sex (guilty)
- 18% made a call while having sex (I haven’t done that)
- 2/3 said having an affair was easier because of smart phones (I would agree because hookups are easier)
Do you agree or disagree with these figures?
Have you ever been pressured to wear a speedo?
By a girl? By a guy? I hear there are rules in some European countries that make wearing a speedo compulsory?
I can’t say I have ever been pressured by an individual to wear a speedo although I am definitely guilty of pressuring guys (str8 and gay) to speedo it up.
This gallery is something I saw ages ago and it seems like this woman is pressuring the guy to speedo it up…. maybe this could be a promotional tool to get more str8 guys to wear speedos.
