I’m on my way to Colorado.  I’m writing this post from the Sydney Airport and I’m excited.  Getting everything ready for leaving is always hectic but I think I’m on top of things.

With all the travelling I have done, I am yet to join the Mile High Club…. Anyone here joined the Mile High Club?

A member of this blog sent me this story through years ago and I stumbled across today going through some old stuff and thought I’d freshen it up a little and share it with you guys.  It got me hard and made me cum, I hope it has the same effort for you – hahaha.

After leaving the check-in counter I went straight to the flight gate. In the next row across from my seat I saw one of the guys from the hostel I’d been staying at in Bondi.  He and his group has been on the beach all week chatting up every group of girl in sight.  One of the guys had caught my eye with his sculptured build, shaved head, and perfect smile, of course it was him that I noticed in the airport.

Let me describe this hunk for you; around twenty-two years old, he had an eyebrow piercing and tattoo on his neck.  Looking at him from behind my Raybans, his white Quiksilver boardies were riding really low showing off his speedos.  They were a typical pair of black endurance speedos with the SPEEDO logo printed in bright red. I’m sure we was unaware that each time he bent over he was teasing me with a view of his speedos.

Sitting with earphones on and my legs crossed, my Aussiebum classic reds were showing under my white nylon gym shorts. When his mates weren’t looking, I caught him taking a perve at me.  Not only had I fantasized about this guy, but all week I felt like I caught him checking me out on more than one occasion.

It was now or never…. I took off my sunnies, gave him a wink and stood up.  I walked right past him and his mates and sensed he was keen.  I felt a stirring in my Aussiebums.

The airport was pretty quiet and I walked to the end of a terminal that was really quiet.  There was a bathroom towards the end and really not many people about at all.  Just imagine if he was following me……

As I entered the bathrooms I looked back and there he was!  Holy shit, he was following me.

In the bathroom there were a row of urinals and unoccupied toilets on the right, a random guy was washing up and leaving the room.  There was nobody else in there.

I went to the last cubicle, without closing the door I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt in half a second.  A half second after that the guy walked into the tiny space of the cubical.  Without a word, he dropped to his knees and started licking the front of my red Aussiebums.  With arms up I held the stall divide with my hands.  Ass clenched, he was working my cock through the nylon of the speedos.  Finally he pulled my cock out the leg of my speedos and engulfed my cock in his warm, wet mouth.  I was stunned at the speed and enthusiasm he demonstrated while he worked on my cock.  His mouth all warm and wet as he rotated his tongue. He’d done this before for sure and showed no holding back.

He suddenly moved up off his knees and slung his singlet back over his tattooed neck showing off his ripped abs. I went straight for his throbbing hard on, pulling at his untied boardie which slid down to his ankles.  He casually kicked them to the side.  I moved forward to grab at his cock which was straining through the front of his speedos. He wasn’t looking to fuck my mouth though, he turned me around so forcefully that even if I had resisted I’m not sure I could have.

I’ve been meaning to tell you guys that I did get some more action on Sunday afternoon. I mentioned a few posts ago that I had my first ‘public bathroom blowjob’ on the Saturday night and on Sunday I was a little hungover and you guys know, when I’m hungover, I’m horny as all hell!!!

So after I finished the blog post on Sunday, I was just sitting around in my black ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos watching football and I decided to turn Grindr on (for those who don’t know what Grindr is – it is a free mobile app that lets you meet people that are close to you geographically). A friend of mine in Sydney put me onto it a few years ago but I’ve only started using it more recently.

It didn’t take long before I was chatting to a guy and I was super keen to suck some cock – c’mon who wouldn’t be interested in such an offer.

I live on my own so I invited the guy over. I did ask him if he owned any speedos, he did and said that he’d wear them.

It was a bit of a blow and go and I anwered the door only wearing my speedos so things got down to business pretty quick.

I wonder if girls ever do this – I’m writing in a little more detail about this on my other blog www.BisexualDave.com if you are interested.

Not sure what I’m doing this weekend, it is my last weekend in San Francisco as I’m out of my apartment next Wednesday.

Also, I’ve been cooking lunch while I was writing this post. I pulled this fillet mignon out of the freezer a couple of days ago and needed to eat it.

You guys know that I’ve been suffering from blue ball syndrome lately, since I got back from Colorado I haven’t had anyone even glance at my cock let along touch it, stroke it, suck it or fuck it.

Yesterday I was up early, I did a stack of work, I went for a bike ride through Golden Gate Park and picked up some crab for lunch.  Then yesterday afternoon I was pretty bored with only college football on TV (most of my mates prefer college football but I like the NFL myself).  I was super keen to hit the town and look for something to ‘hit’ or something to ‘hit’ me but none of my buddies (I don’t have many here) were keen or more that they were all busy.

So, I had a few drinks, watched the first couple of episodes of the new season of Californication and commited myself to getting off my arse and going out.

I walked down Market St. to some bars that I know and I had a couple of drinks but flying solo was tough.  I spoke to a few girls but nothing much at all.

Then I decided, fuck it, I’ll head back up towards by house.  I didn’t find anything else on the walk back up Market and then I ended up outside the Lookout.  An iconic gay bar in the Castro which has a fantastic outside deck.  I’ve been in there a few times but hanging out in gay bars isn’t really my scene but I thought ‘fuck it’.

So I walked in, ordered a double scotch and muscled my way onto the deck to people watch over Market Street.

I started talking to a few guys and then I was talking to this one guy and when I said my name is Dave, he picked up on my Aussie accent and asked if I was Dave Evans.  This has happened to be a few times but it doesn’t happen very often – despite 12,000 unique readers yesterday and every day.  Turns out this guy (I won’t name him here unless he emails me and gives me approval) reads this blog daily and knew of my ‘blue ball predicament’.  Then he offered to fix it for me in the bathroom.

I’ve never had sex in a public bathroom, actually that is a lie, I have shagged a date at a wedding in the bathroom but it wasn’t like at a restaurant.  And, I haven’t joined the Mile High Club either (which I’d love to do).

Since I’ve been so horny I told this guy, why not.

When we got into the bathroom it looks like a few other guys had the same idea (not something I’m all that familiar with) and my reader/fan and I had to wait for a cubical to free up.  Once we were inside, he pushed me back against the door and got on his knees.

I’ve got a feeling that reader/fan has done this before, not just the bathroom thing but sucking cock before because he was rather talented.

After we finished I bought him a drink and then we parted ways – that is my kinda casual blowjob.

Now what is it, about 11:30am on Sunday as I’m writing this, I wanna suck some cock.  You guys know I’m horny as hell when I’m hungover!!!

I think I’ll jump on Grindr and see if I can offer up my oral talents – drop me an email if you are in the area.