Do you guys have a regular wank schedule?

Funny how things like this are never really talked about (at least I’ve never had mates who would be interesting in chatting about these things).

I personally don’t have a regular jerk off schedule but if I had to pick a habit, it would be waking up with a boner and jerking off before starting my day. Really interested to hear if you guys have a schedule.

Lying on the floor of the communal showers, I was was covered in cum. Not my cum. It was in my hair, in my chest hair, on my face, all over the speedos I was wearing, and I think there was even some cum between my toes.

This was part one of the initiation to my new waterpolo team.

My team mates had all left the big open shower area, leaving the coach and I alone. The coach, who liked to be called ‘Coach’ was a big guy. He had played waterpolo at two Olympics and his arms were easily bigger than my legs. Nearly sixty years old, Coach’s barrel chest and chiseled jaw left no doubt how fit and strong he was.

Back on my feet, Coach approached me. We were both wearing the team speedos and both had raging boners. Coach asked me if I really wanted to be a member of his team, I replied in the affirmative. I had been told that we weren’t allowed to take our team uniforms/speedos home and Coach reminded me of this as he started to undo the white drawstring at the front of my speedo. With the knot undone, he popped my cock out and slid them down until they were on the shower floor.

This whole thing started about a month ago when one of my members, Kieran, messaged me an invitation to come along and train with his waterpolo team. I had never played before but I swim three or more times a week and I have stated publicly how hot waterpolo guys are. Kieran told me that the team was short of players and would love to have me along. I was told that while it isn’t a ‘gay’ team (there are teams that wave the rainbow flag proudly), half the team were gay guys and most of the other guys seemed very open minded.

When you think about it, a waterpolo player is hanging around a bunch of guys wearing very, very little and it is a full contact sport. Not the kind of thing that attracts homophobes.

Sounded like fun, so I got my courage up and went along. The first two weeks were great. I was proud that my swimming was strong enough to keep up with the guys, even thought I lacked the skills (ball skills – hehe) and tactics. Kieran was great and after each training session we would go back to his place and fuck like rabbits. This might have explained why I didn’t miss any training sessions.

Under the water there was LOTS of touching, pinching and grabbing. Back to what I mentioned earlier about not being suitable for homophobes, this was definitely the case under the water.

Nothing very gay happened until my third training session.

Most of the guys in the team had been playing together for years and they really don’t stop training much at all even though their season was starting just a few weeks after I started going along. The guys all had their ‘team’ speedo and I was keen to get mine. At the end of each training session the guys would give Coach their team speedo. He would take them home, wash them and hand them out at the next training session.

To training I wore my Turbo waterpolo style speedo and wore them under my shorts, I didn’t need the change rooms as I just dropped my shorts before and usually wore a towel home to Kieran’s place. The rest of the guys went in to the change rooms when they were handed their speedo from Coach.

On week three I was out by the pool doing some stretches before training and Kieran told me I should follow him in to the change rooms.

During the short walk to the change rooms, Kieran informs me that if someone is late or misses training, then the guys will jerk off and cum in his speedo before training. Wow, things are getting gay. My cock started stirring. Walking in to the change rooms was like the introductory scene of a porno, eight guys all wearing nothing more than a speedo, which was pretty hot to start with. What was even hotter, there was Coach leaning against the sink/basin jerking off. This was the first time I had seen Coach wear a speedo and he was wearing the same team speedo that everyone else (except me) was wearing. I stood there completely in shock.

Funny that this is exactly what I had always dreamed a waterpolo team would be like and now I was actually in the middle of it. My cock had come completely to life while I stood there frozen.

Coach’s hips were thrusting and his rock hard butt cheeks were flexing and looked fantastic in his team uniform.  It even said “Coach” on the bum.

His moans got louder as he approached orgasm.

The other guys really didn’t seem to be too concerned or even interested and were just going about getting ready for the training session. I was mesmerized by Coach’s thrusting. And then one of his forwards thrusts was not followed by a thrust back as his cock starting spurting cum. Not on the bench but on one of the team speedos that was on the bench.

Coach wiped the last of his cum on the lycra material and tucked his fat, cut cock back in to his speedo. He turned around and looked at me, first looking at my eyes but then his eyes drifted down to my cock which was straining to get out of the lycra that was holding it in. Coach asked, really he told me, that I should ‘contribute’ because there was no way I could start training in the state that I was in.

He stood next to the bench and waved me over. I walked up beside him, my hips facing the bench and looked down at the cummy speedo. There had to be half a dozen loads of creamy cum slowly soaking deep in to the material. I could just make out the nick name of one of my team mates on the bum of the speedo, Rocky (Kieran told me he got that nickname because he loves to fight). Coach gave me a pat on the back and reassured me that it was OK, Rocky would do the same for me if I was late to training.

With that last piece of coaching advice, Coach put on a pair of shorts and left me alone in the change rooms.

I pulled my cock out the top of my speedo (the waterpolo style speedos don’t stretch very much so I can’t really pull my cock out the leg of my speedo how I usually jerk off in them). It didn’t take me long before I was adding my creamy load to Rocky’s speedo.

Rocky did turn up half way through training (I heard he had a genuine excuse for being late), I saw him come out of the change rooms wearing his cum soaked speedo and felt a little envious. Hehehe, I am such a cum slut.

My turn would come the following week, which is where I started telling you guys about this.

Sorry guys, I’m going to share this with my members only at this stage. It is their support that allows me to take the time writing about my experiences and pays the server, and server admin (Kip) bills to keep the lights on.

If you decide to become a member, you will appreciate the extra love I give you. Heck, Kieran was (and still is) a member which is how I became a waterpolo player.

When I wrote about last weeks experience with the two Slave Boys, I had to finish writing after I recounted how after they had sucked and rimmed me, I got on my knees and blew them both. After that I ended up just fucking them both, slowly, taking my time and they were begging me to fuck them hard and I just didn’t. I thought I could write more but, that was really it.

I did cum three times that evening, I was so horny, but often these experiences give me orgasms for weeks to follow. When I wrote about it my cock was so hard.

During that evening, between orgasms, it came up in conversation that the New Slave Boy has a spot at the beach a little north of where I live where he hangs out during the day in the dunes and blows random guys. This intrigued me as I knew the location he was talking about but had never heard of anything naughty going down there.

The New Slave Boy said he usually hangs out on the beach in a speedo near the dunes and when a guy starts approaching him, he walks in to the dunes and the guys follow him up there and he gobbles on their cock.

It is usually around midday and he said he gets a few tradies who stop there during their lunch break.

So, today I am up early doing some work and about 10am I’m going to head up to that beach. I’m going to take my surfboard and catch some waves and see what happens. I have checked and New Slave Boy will be there. Should be interesting.

I’ve just gotten home from spending a few hours at the beach and I thought you guys might like a report on what happened.

I was a little earlier than the New Slave Boy said he get there but I knew the exact spot and it was a nice quiet stretch of beach.  It was a little bit of a walk from the carpark to the spot but that is why it is secluded I suppose.  I dropped my towel, and my shorts and went for a surf wearing just my black Arena speedos.  Usually I wouldn’t surf just in speedos but I couldn’t see another person in the water and thought why not.

The Arena speedos I wore are super hot and I have some speedo selfies of me wearing them that I use as my profile pic on my blog as well as my online hookup apps.  I get them from the asian distributor in Singapore and they are more of an Asian cut but a bit smaller.  I get horny just putting them on let alone wearing them in public.  If you would like the details of the supplier I’m happy to share them.

There wasn’t much swell to surf but it was a beautiful day and it was nice just sitting out the back and getting some sun.  It might have been about an hour before I saw the New Slave Boy walking down the beach.  He had stripped down to a pair of AussieBum speedos and behind him I could see two guys following him about one hundred meters behind.  The New Slave Boy is nineteen years old, skinny, clean cut with a couple of discrete tattoos that weren’t not hidden by his speedo and kinky as hell.  And very outwardly gay.  Much different to the straight acting married guys I’ve been fooling around with lately.

I waved to the New Slave Boy, and he waved back.

When he got to where I had left my clothes and towel he laid his towel out but instead of lying down to work on his speedo tan, he just stood there looking at the two men walking up the beach.  Eventually they all exchanged waves and then the New Slave Boy disappeared up in to the dunes.  The two guys followed him and disappeared as well.

I wanted a piece of whatever was going on up in those dunes.

The next wave couldn’t come fast enough, I walked up the beach, dumped my surfboard and walked in to the dunes.  Nothing about my attire had changed, I was only wear my little black speedos.

Just out of sight from the beach I saw what was going on and it was a beautiful, erotic sight at that.

I found Slave Boy (just what I’m calling him because he likes it, and he reads this blog) about six weeks ago.  I wrote about it on this blog here, it started with me explaining how much I hate it when guys on online dating/hookup apps don’t provide any information.

It was a bit of a rant but hey, if I’m on Grindr, I’m looking to get it on and when someone has a blank profile with no photos, no information, no age and then they message me saying “Hey” I get even more frustrated.

While I was having my rant I had one reply that day which was interesting.  It was from a young guy looking for a Master or someone to Dominate him.  His profile had photos, information about him, what he was looking for and we started up chatting.  A few hours later, he was at my door and not long after that, I was inside him.  Actually, I pinned him against the door and plowed his tight little butt hole.

Fast forward to earlier this week and I was heading home after a week house sitting for some friends out in the country.  It was nice and quiet but lonely and sexless.  So I was horny as hell and Slave Boy had arranged a fuck session the night I got home.  He asked if he could bring a friend.

What do you think my answer was?

Guys, I’ve got to duck out and do some chores but I’ll finish sharing this with you tomorrow morning.  It will give you a chance to catch up on what happened the first time I met Slave Boy (click here to read that).

I can’t believe what dirty fuckers these two young guys were.  It took me years before I experimented with the things they they are up for.  Enjoy the Movie of the Week as well.

After my online rant (on my blog) about guys on online hookup apps making no effort, I need to share with you guys what happens when someone makes some effort.

During my rant, I mentioned that I received eight messages on the app (it is a gay hookup app, you can email me if you’d like to know which one I use).  Seven of the eight were from guys saying “Hey” with blank profiles.  Usually I reply to “Hey”, with “That is what horses eat.”  Most of the time, the lazy moron on the other end doesn’t get it.

The eighth messaged I received was from a guy whose profile was complete.  He had half a dozen photos of himself, including several face pics, he listed his age and what he was in to.  His profile said he was looking for guys that would like to master/dominate him and that he loves being a submissive bottom.  His message to me was an actual paragraph asking me if I would be interested in that role, he said he couldn’t host but could travel and we were less than twenty kilometers from each other.

A cute, skinny, twenty-two year old guy wanted to drive over and let me use him, sounds great!

We sent some messages back and forth, I shot him a face pics of me, we set some sexual boundaries and arranged a time for him to come over.  An hour or so later, my door bell rang and he was right on time, to the minute actually.

At my unit here I have an internal shared staircase so I buzzed him in ad cracked the door to my unit (Seinfeld style).

It wasn’t long and he, I called him ‘Slave Boy’, walked in the door.  I was standing in my living room waiting.  I was wearing a pair of red lycra speedos and nothing else.  Once he closed the door behind him, I told him to stay there, in front of the door, and take his clothes off.  He did.  Slave Boy was then standing there butt naked.  What a tastey looking twenty-two year old body he had.  He was shaved and had a healthy looking cock that was mostly hard.

Since I have a thing for guys in speedos, I threw him a pair of black lycra speedos that are a bit too small for me and told him to put them on.  I personally find a guy in speedos even hotter than a naked guy.  Slave Boy looked fantastic in my speedo and they fit him perfectly.  His cock might have stiffened a little bit as well and it was stretching the lycra material in the front.

Slave Boy then just stood there, waiting for further instructions.

I told him I’d have to pat him down to make sure he wasn’t recording anything or had any weapons on him.  Of course he didn’t, I had just seen him naked but it was part of the role.  As ordered, Slave Boy turned around facing the door, put his hands on it and spread his legs a little bit.

His butt looked fantastic.  Slim, firm and I just wanted to eat it then and there.  I knew I’d get to fuck it soon enough.

Walking up behind Slave Boy I roughly grabbed the back of his neck and pushed it against the door.  I was talking in his ear trying to sound angry that he was late.  Unintentionally, my cock, which had been one hundred percent hard since before Slave Boy arrived, touched his butt crack.  It felt good.  While I was talking dirty in his ear I began to dry hump Slave Boy’s bum.  The combination of both of us wearing speedos made it nice and slippery. Both our hips were grinding back and forth.

I had one hand on the back of Slave Boy’s neck and with my right hand I slid it from his hip and reached around the front to his cock. It was covered with the lycra material but I started stroking/rubbing it.

“Thank you Master Dave”, came out of Slave Boy’s mouth in a bit of a whimper, I told him to “Shut Up”.  I do have neighbours and we were against my front door so it wouldn’t take much for someone walking past my door to hear any noise that close.

He was getting close to orgasm.  If we had kept it up, I would have had an orgasm grinding against his bum as well but I knew Slave Boy would beat me to cumming, he was twenty-two after all.

Whispering in his ear, I told him not to cum, and if he did, he would be punished.

I think that Slave Boy tried to resist cumming but he was no match for my right hand stroking his cock.  He spasmed, and let out a quiet “Aaaghhhh” as he started cumming.  His wet cum started oozing through the lycra of the speedo. When his cock stopped twitching my hand was covered in his cum, he must have shot a big load inside his speedo which would have been one cummy mess.

Now it was time for his punishment.

In his ear, I told Slave Boy that I was disappointed he disobeyed me and came in the speedos I had loaned him.  He knew that he had to be punished and stepping back I told him to keep his hands on the door and to bend over more.

I walked over to my kitchen, pulled my cock out the top of my speedo and tucked it under my balls, I put a condom on and quickly smeared it with lube.  My cock was rock hard.

At first I thought of pulling Slave Boy’s speedo down but I wanted to keep that cummy mess of his in one place so I managed to pull the bum part aside and got access to his pucker hole that way.  Not the easiest route but I managed to get the tip of my cock at his back door entry.  I told Slave Boy to count down from five.

“Five, four, three, owwwww.”  I slipped my cock in on three to surprise him.

A guy did that to me a few years ago and it had really taken my breath away.  For me, the guy slammed his cock all the way in but for Slave Boy I just poked the head of my cock inside him.  Taking it slowly, I gently slid in and out, in and out, a little bit deeper each time and Slave Boy’s hips were rocking back to meet my trusts so he wanted more.  Then I was making those entire cock length long strokes in and out of him.  My cock was so incredibly hard!