It feels like an classic Aussie Summer Sunday.
It is 29C but ‘feels like’ 36C (84F to 97F), probably because of the humidity. There is lots of sport on and I’ve got a cold drink in my hand.
I am about to duck down to the building/complex pool. My landlord will be joining me and we’ll listen to some footy on the radio. Drink some beers and I’ve got a feeling that we will both get horny and end up doing naughty things later this arvo. His wife is away so that is the least I can help him out with. We will both be wearing speedos of course, which will end up being the cause of us getting horny.
I promise I will let you know what happens.
Now, what speedos will I wear?
If you are a new reader, my landlord and I have been fucking on the side for a few years now. Click here to read about the first time I blew him.
My cock was in his mouth, he had slipped his hand under the lyra of my speedos and was fingering me, my hand was down the front of his husbands speedo. He had cum a minute earlier, so it was a cummy mess. With a pat on his head, I pulled my cock out of his mouth, just in time. I threw four good ropes of cum over his hairy chest. Sliding my forefinger up the base of my cock, I gathered up the last of my load on my finger.
He wanted it, so I stuck my finger in his mouth. Where my cock had been twenty seconds earlier.
Just another day on the beach in the middle of an Aussie summer.
Down under, December and January are the middle of summer, but it is a bit of a zoo. Summer holidays mean that the beaches are packed full of people so getting up to naughty mischief has to wait until February.
Now it is February, so on Friday I thought I would see what kind of mischief I could get up to. I have to admit, I was a little bit hungover from a dinner party the night before. And when I am hungover, I am incredibly horny. Anyone else suffer from this? I left the house around ten in the morning and drove up the coast, about forty-fives minutes to an ‘unofficial nude beach’.
It is a beautiful spot. A little more than one kilometer of sandy beach, with a headland at each end. It takes about half an hour to walk in to it, so there aren’t many tourists around and the dunes have lots of space to be ‘discrete’. I took my bike in, but that ended up being a bit of a mistake because apart from the beach, it didn’t save me anytime at all.
When I walked down on to the beach, I could see a few guys in and out of the dunes, it would be a good day. I dropped my shorts to reveal a white, Addicted brand, speedo. Not the kind of speedo I would wear to the pool to swim laps, the kind of speedo I wear when I want to advertise that I am down for some speedo fun.
Here are some selfies from the day (I had a second pair of Turbo speedos) I wanted to get some pics of.
Sorry guys – these speedo selfies are for members only….. And for some discretion I am going to leave the rest of this experience for members only as well. It is their support which allows me to keep this blog running. Click here to join, it is only $5.
Hey guys, I first published this experience last year and from the feedback I got, it was your favourite. The bloke who wrote it is a long time member and we were chatting online and he told me about this experience he had. I encouraged him to write about it and it really is an amazing experience.
Everyone, including me, wanted to know what happened later in the footy season…. well, I am just polishing up the final version of that and I will have it ready for you guys tomorrow.
Thought I’d post this to give you a refresh.
Cya tomorrow guys.
The whole COVID thing screwed my life up a bit. Like a lot of young Aussie’s, I was doing the London thing. With border closures and lock downs, I ended up back in Australia, as a bit of a nomad. After over a year I finally settled down in a little beach town on the east coast.
Being new to town, I didn’t know anyone so I tried to get out, mingle, and make some friends.
One thing I did was join the local AFL (Australian Rules) footy team. I had played in high school, I wasn’t very good back then, and I haven’t gotten any better with age. I wasn’t that interested in playing any games, just go to training and have some beers with the guys afterwards.
I kept an eye out and when I saw that they had started preseason training, I bought some footy boots, a mouth guard and went along.
It was a pretty good bunch of guys, I’m thirty years old and most of the guys were in their early twenties. There were a handful of new guys, like me, but the core of the team was a group of guys in their early twenties who had grown up together. The captain of the team, who everyone called Macca, was twenty-one years old and just gorgeous, ow sorry, I mean Macca was a great footy player. Dirty blonde shoulder length hair, tall, wiry thin and not an ounce of fat on him. Those short footy shorts made his legs look like they went up forever. Macca’s best mate, and vice captain, is another gorgeous twenty-one year old they call Digger.
I won’t bore you guys with any more team details, but let met just say that being in a locker room with twenty, twenty year old guys in footy gear or less gave me some jerk off material for when I would get home after training.
Yes, I am gay and I am out to my friends but I don’t wear it on my sleeve. When I’m single, nobody would know or have any reason to think I’m gay. My sexuality was not something I had advertised to my new footy team mates.
Our second game of the season was an away game (about an hours drive away) and my car was at the mechanics. It was no big deal, someone gave me a ride to the game and it was the skipper, Macca, who gave me a ride home, since he lived on my side of town (he still lives with his parents). I invited Macca in for a beer or a rumbo to thank him for giving me a ride and he said sure.
Being completely honest, while I had naughty thoughts, in the privacy of my own masturbation sessions, about my team mates, there was no way on the planet I would have the courage to make a move and none of the guys gave off the slightest hint of being gay. At the first two games there was a little entourage of the girlfriends. With that in mind, I purely asked Macca in for a drink to thank him for the ride home, and thanks for being nice, considering I’m one of the worst players in the team and they have made me feel welcome.
While I was getting some beer out of the fridge Macca noticed the spa (hottub/jacuzzi) in on my back patio. He asked if it works, I said hell yeah it does and I’ve been spending some time in it after pulling up sore from footy. Macca asked if he could jump in, hell yeah (my mind did a little cartwheel). I was more composed in my outward approval of letting Macca use the spa. Handing him a beer I told him I’d grab some towels and asked if he need any shorts? He replied that he was wearing DT’s (dick togs aka speedos) which would be fine. Yes, they would be fine Macca (I said in my head).
I have a thing for speedos, more for guys wearing speedos, hence why I’m a fan of the speedo blog. What has surprised me since coming back from London is the number of Aussie guys who are wearing DT’s/speedos. It seems like most of my footy team mates wear them as underwear when playing and there are younger guys wearing them at the beach which wasn’t the case when I was in my twenties.
Walking outside to the spa, Macca was already submerged up to his neck and I saw his team footy shorts and hoodie on the ground. I dropped my footy shorts to reveal my classic black speedo and jumped in.
Just a couple of footy team mates sitting in a spa, each wearing less than a handkerchief.
It wasn’t long until our beers were empty, Macca offered to get refills and I gladly accepted the view of his lithe body, dripping with water getting out of the spa, his ass looked like it was sculptured and just as hard as marble.
After our second beer, I said I was going to swap to rum and Macca asked if it was alright if he had one. It seemed like he might be in for a bit of a session and since he didn’t live far he could leave his car at my house and walk home.
We settled in for a bit of a session. Conversation flowed, every two drinks I got to soak in the eye candy that was Macca’s beautiful body getting out of my spa and the view of him walking in to the house. Nothing naughty was discussed, I was not hitting on Macca at all but knew that I would be picturing him when I jerked off, which I thought would be about two minutes after he left.
Then Macca dropped the hammer. Must have been the drinks that loosened him up and he finally asked me if I was gay.
Not the first person to ever ask me, but I was a little surprised because I thought I hadn’t shown any inkling of being gay. I asked him why he thought that? He replied that his best mate, Digger, thought so. Answering a question, with a question, I asked how did Digger know?
Another hammer drops… Digger goes a bit both ways, according to Macca. I admitted than I had no idea, my gaydar (gay radar) has never been any good.
Macca repeated his question, am I gay? Assuring me that it is no problem.
I admitted I am gay. Not in between, like Digger, but one hundred percent gay. Macca complimented me saying that he had no idea and I didn’t seem very gay, for me that is a compliment, probably not a compliment to most of the gay community. Macca wanted to continue questioning me about my gayness (his words, not mine), but I wanted to hear about Digger’s ‘gayness’. It wasn’t difficult to move the conversation in that direction, Macca (and I) were slowly getting a little tipsy.
Digger has a girlfriend, cute little blonde thing I have seen at footy training, so I asked Macca about that. Macca assured me that nobody knows Digger does gay things except him, and he declared that nobody but him knows that I am gay either.
It was during this part of the conversation that Macca dropped the hammer that Digger has blown him in the past.
Being playful, I jested that maybe Macca is really gay as well. Nah mate, he replied. A mouth is a mouth right? Using his straight, slightly red neck reasoning, he told me that it makes sense that guys suck dick better than chicks since we know what feels good. And he knows, he has had a string of girlfriends who don’t really like sucking cock.
Now I started to think that maybe Macca was a little keen.
Being a little more frank than I usually would be (beer and Rum assisted) I asked Macca if he would like a blowjob? From a real expert.
Yeah why not, was Macca’s reply. Saying it as if he had nothing better to do, so why not get his cock sucked from his new team mate. I slid across the spa and said to Macca I’d just make sure he is warmed up. My right hand touched his right knee and I slid my hand up his thigh. Before I got to his cock he made me promise not to tell anyone. Of course, a mouth is just a mouth I assured him. My hand moved to the front of his speedo and to my surprise, he was rock hard.
Rest is for members only guys and part two of this experience will unfortunately be for members only as well.
The author is very careful about his discretion (he has a great job and doesn’t want to be outted) and he also thinks that it wouldn’t be too hard for people to identify him from what he has already written.
Plus, I like to look after my members.
