OK guys, this is the full story of how I met Paul the Politician. Because Paul is a public figure, most of it is reserved for members.
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On top of the story, last weeks Movie of the Week was pretty darn hot too. Enjoy guys!!!
I’m back home after a great week last week in Canberra having fun exploring the city and being Paul the Politicians boy toy.
I couldn’t post too much on my blog (Aussie Speedo Guy) because Paul is married and is a bit of a public figure here in Australian politics. But, after checking with Paul and running the first draft past him, I can now share with you guys some more details about how Paul and I met as well as what we got up to last week.
It all began about a year ago…
It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was sitting around the house in a pair of red speedos, horny and looking for someone to play with on one of those online dating/hookup apps (Grindr). There was a guy I hadn’t seen before within one kilometer of me with a bathroom dick pic, it looked like he was wearing red speedos or red underwear briefs, I couldn’t tell so I asked him.
The guy, who went by Paul, replied that they were indeed red speedos and a brand that I hadn’t heard of before. I received a second photo, it was the view of the front of his red speedo, his erect cock stretching the red lycra material. Paul said that he took the photo five minutes earlier in his hotel bathroom and was looking for some discrete fun. I told Paul I could be there in ten minutes.
Before I left Paul seemed concerned about discretion, I reassured him by saying that I’m Dave Speedo Evans (aka Aussie Speedo Guy). I’ve been sued in the High Court by the evil Speedo Corporation because of my websites so discretion is pretty important to me as well. On top of that, I’m not out to most of my friends and all of my family so I understand the need to keep things on the down low. Paul said that he is a member of one of my websites catering to guys who love other guys in speedos and he knew all about my history. He sounded excited to meet me in person after reading about all of my adventures of the years. Paul told me what hotel and what room number, I told him I’d see him in ten minutes.
Ten minutes later, Paul opened the door of his hotel room. He was wearing the red speedos and nothing else.
Paul is in his late forties, works pretty hard on his fitness but is strong and a little stocky, my height (just over six foot). He is part of his local Surf Live Saving Club so has an amazing speedo tan, if anything it looks a little fake/Trumpish. Short dark hair on his head, a little chest hair but not too much. Paul is married, has two kids and rarely satisfies his gay tendencies. He did have a bit of a regular fuck buddy who was in a similar position to him (married, with kids). The guy was also a member of the Surf Life Saving Club and Paul has explained to me how that all happened and if I get his permission, I’d love to share his experience with you guys. It is fucking hot!
There I was walking into the hotel room of this slightly famous Daddy whose red speedos weren’t concealing his fat, erect cock.
Walking in to someones hotel room is always a little awkward and I shook Paul’s hand. I always think it is funny when I shake hands with a guy whom I know I’m about to do naughty things with.
I got to enjoy the view of Paul’s arse as I followed him into the hotel room, it was delicious and my cock started stirring.
“Mind if I grab that arse of your Paul?”
He replied in the affirmative and I moved up close behind him and started rubbing his firm arse cheeks through the red lycra. The lycra material was silky smooth. Now I was fully erect and after adjusting my cock in my own red speedos I slid my hands around from Paul’s butt to his hips and I rubbed up behind him.
I wasn’t sure how Paul would take this slightly aggressive move. When he started grinding his arse against my cock and let out a slight moan I took that as a good sign.
My left hand followed the silky smooth lycra from Paul’s hip and started rubbing his big, full balls. My right hand followed the silky smooth lycra from his hip around his waist line until I felt his cock and started rubbing it up and down. I started nibbling on Paul’s neck while my hands worked their magic on the front side of his speedo while cock was teasing his arse.
It was amazingly hot for me, I’m guessing it was even hotter for Paul.
Funny how you can go from total strangers to being so intimate with a person in such a short time. Paul’s manly smell, the taste of him as I licked and lightly bit his neck, the flexing of his arse as it grinded against me, the tenseness of his balls and the growing damp spot at the top of his cock as he oozed precum through the lycra of his speedos. It was incredibly hot.
We maintained in this position for a while, Paul moaning louder and louder. Although I was still fully dressed I was approaching orgasm and I could only imagine that Paul was as well. I had to break this off, his cock had looked tastey from the photos he had sent me earlier that day and I had a craving to have his cock in my mouth so I broke off our embrace and directed Paul to lie on the hotel bed.
Seeing this man, whom I had seen on TV many times, lying there wearing nothing but a red speedo was hot. I stripped down to my own red speedo and let him savoir the sight.
Standing over him, the two of us now only in our red speedos (with pairs being extremely stretched in the front), I asked Paul permission to suck him off. Not surprisingly, he granted me permission. As I got on my knees at the foot of the bed I told Paul just how much I had wanted to see him impressive cock in the flesh and how much I wanted it in my mouth.
I released Paul’s cock out the leg of his red speedo, it was a magnificent sight. I haven’t seen many cocks I don’t like but some are prettier than others and Paul has a beautiful looking cock. Ruler straight, not too veiny, thick and a nice length. As we had discussed in messages, the base of his cock and balls had been recently shaved which is pretty much a prerequisite for me (who likes a smelly tangle of pubes?).
With my right hand gripping the base of Paul’s cock, I ran my tongue from where my hand was up the back of his cock all the way to its head. I could hear that Paul liked this.
When my tongue got to the end of Paul’s cock, I then decided to give his bell end some attention and took the head in my mouth and started sucking and slurping just the end. My right hand started stroking up and down and my mouth was focused on the tip.
I could taste Paul’s precum and it wasn’t long until he gave me a warning that he was about to cum and then he exploded in my mouth and I received a full load of his thick, creamy cum in my mouth. There was little doubt how much Paul enjoyed his orgasm from his moans. He had had a pretty full load of cum as well and I was still getting spurts of cum after seven or eight contractions of his cock.
When I thought Paul’s cock was fully drained I took the head of his dick out of my mouth and tucked his still pretty firm cock back into his speedo.
I moved my face from Paul’s crotch up past his stomach, over his chest to his face. He was thanking me and I was interested in kissing him but I know how some guys are spent or just different post orgasm. Thankfully, Paul wasn’t one of those guys and we started making out. I’m sure I still tasted of his cum and he didn’t seem to mind as our tongues wrestled each other.
As you can imagine, I was horny as all hell. Paul asked me if I wanted to use his mouth, or his arse.
We had discussed this in our messages prior to meeting up. I consider myself versatile and Paul considers himself more of a bottom. As it had been a while since Paul had any gay sex, his arse was eager for a good fucking and he warned me that it would be tight. Despite the warning, when Paul broke off our kiss asking which hole I preferred, I chose door number two (the number two door – hehehe).
Paul, seemingly recovered from his orgasm told me that was a good choice. He jumped up out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ‘supplies’.
When Paul returned he had condoms and lube in his hands but to my surprise, he had replaced his red speedos with an AussieBum jockstrap. Admiring his new attire, I dropped the tube of lube when he threw it to me. By the time I had regathered my composure Paul was in the middle of the bed on all fours, his arse just there, waiting to be fucked.
The AussieBum jockstrap is the same one that I own, Paul later told me that it was my selfies that made him buy it and this is the first time he had worn it in front of anyone (including his wife). It fit him perfectly as the straps on the arse side fit perfectly with the lines of his well defined speedo tan lines. And it would prove a handy thing to hold on to. Speaking of which I pulled my cock out the leg of my red speedos, popped the condom on, squirted some lube in Paul’s butt crack, squirted a glob of lube on my hand and then applied it to my rubbered up cock.
There must be jokes about wanting to fuck a politician in the arse and it was that thought that went through my head and made me smile and I lined up my cock with Paul the Politicians arsehole.
Man, it was tight. My first attempt at sliding into him went no where. I wasn’t sure I had lined it up right but leaning back, I was right at his entrance. The second time I pushed a little harder and felt the bell end of my cock pop inside Paul. He gasped. I checked that Paul was OK which I said he was, just asked me to go slow since it had been a while.
An inch in, an inch out, an inch and a half in, and inch and a half out. Getting everything lubed up nicely and making sure I didn’t pop out of him. This took a while but Paul sounded like he was enjoying it and I know I was.
As everything was getting lubed up and loosened up a little bit Paul started backing up on my forward thrusts. Wanting my cock deeper inside him. The tell tale signs of someone who is a bottom and has bottomed before. This made my cock slowly get deeper and deeper inside Paul with longer and longer strokes. Then, with Paul pushing back and me thrusting forward, holding on to Paul’s cock strap I paused, as deep inside him as I could get.
I had been been on the edge of cumming for a while but the slower pace had kept me from getting too close. Now I wanted to fuck Paul hard and I wanted to cum. I asked him if I could pound this out. He said he wanted me to pound him.
My slid out and I paused briefly with just the head inside him again, then with all my weight behind me, I trust back all the way inside him. This time I didn’t pause, out again, leaving a little bit more than just the head inside and immediately back deep inside his arse.
There was no muting our pleasure at this point. Had someone been walking past in the corridor outside the room they would have heard two men in the throws of ecstasy.
I felt the orgasm starting from deep in my balls and I thought one more stroke, but it was one more, one more again and I think I was so horny that it took me half a dozen strokes before my cum was exploding out of me. My trusts were hard and deep into Paul’s arse.
Leaning back, I admired the view of Paul’s muscular back, the AussieBum jockstrap and my cock disappearing inside him. Ever so slowly, I slide my cock out of him.
It was a hell of a mess so instead of completely ruining the bed we headed to the shower.
One heck of a hardcore fuck session. Over the last twelve months Paul and I have been in sporadic contact but he hasn’t been on the coast since then. A few weeks ago, Paul reached out to me and asked if I wanted to spend a week hanging out with him in Canberra. It turned out that I was free that week and I drove the four hours down there. It was even hotter than the first time we met and I need to sit down and write about that for you guys. Keep an eye on my Aussie Speedo Guy blog for the details.
I told you guys that I had a crazy weekend here in Colorado and finally I’ve gotten a minute to sit down and tell you guys about it. I’m still in Colorado but headed back to Australia early next week after Kip’s (my host and work colleague) now famous Speedo Only Party. Keep an eye on my blog next week to hear about the shenanigans that are bound to happen.
Back to what happened last weekend.
It started on Thursday night when Kip asked me if I wanted to go to Aspen for the weekend? I have never been (Kip lives in Breckenridge and Aspen is a two hour drive). Of course I’d love to snowboard Aspen but I had looked at it in the past and it is phenomenally expensive, accommodation and ski lift passes. I expressed that financial concern to Kip who said he had an offer for me.
We had a free place to stay, free lift tickets and all we had to do was let this guy watch us Kip and I fuck.
I love watching and being watched so that part didn’t bother me. Who is the guy?
The guy is a last fifties, married (to a woman), Wall Street guy who has a monster house in Aspen. He also has a condo on the snow. Super rich, like crazy rich. Some Denver friends of Kip’s that I have met go out there and perform for him a few times a year when the Wall Street Daddy is in town. Wall Street dude is in town this weekend but the Denver guys can’t make it so mentioned it to Kip to see if he and I would be interested.
Kip was told that the guy would come over each day and we would be expected to fuck while he sat and watched us, Wall Street Daddy may or may not jerk off but we didn’t have to sexually interact with him. Other than that, Kip didn’t know anything more about it other than discretion would be paramount and that we would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement (I asked and me writing this isn’t in breach of it).
The whole thing sounded awesome to me. I definitely have a little bit of exhibitionist in me (maybe that is where my speedo fetish comes from) and of course I would love to snowboard Aspen for a weekend. Kip felt the same way so we agreed to give it a try.
Next step was Kip and I sending a copy of our passports through to the Denver guys (they were going to be facilitating this), along with the non-disclose agreements signed. Those guys asked if they could mention that I am Dave Speedo Evans (from my blog Aussie Speedo Guy) which I agreed to. We could check in to the apartment on Friday night and Wall Street Daddy would see us that night and tell us when he would visit over the weekend. He would give us the ski lift tickets when he saw us on Friday and we could check out any time on Monday.
Little bit of back and forth and it was a green light.
About twenty four hours later, nearly to the hour, Kip and I were in this beautiful, ski-in, ski-out apartment right at the basin of Aspen Mountain. Not a huge apartment but it had a hottub on the deck and I can’t even imagine what it cost. We were told that Wall Street Daddy would be by around eight o’clock and he was due any minute.
After a little bit of consultation with the Denver guys, Kip and I had come up with a little bit of a plan on our part.
There was a knock at the door.
When I opened the door the Wall Street Daddy was greeted by seeing me wearing just my new tiny Asian style Arena speedos. I got these when I arrived in Colorado a few weeks ago and I love them. They sit low on my hips and are far too tiny to be worn swimming but look great and everything fits in. The lycra material stretches enough that it can contain my cock when erect which is what Wall Street Daddy saw when his eyes moved down my body to the front of my little speedo.
What I was greeted with when I opened the door was a well dressed, late fifties guy that I totally recognised from watching the business channel on TV. Not a commentator but someone that they have on to interview. I wouldn’t have known his name off the top of my head but I knew who he was.
We shook hands and he entered the room.
Wall Street Daddy was saying that he was just swinging by on his way to dinner and might see us later when he noticed Kip. Kip was wearing a jockstrap and was tied to the couch with his arse in the air, with a butt plug inserted in it.
I asked Wall Street Daddy if he had a few minutes to spare as I was about to plow Kip’s arse.
Wall Street Daddy sat down on the chair that Kip and I had put out with a birds eye view of what we were about to do.
I slowly removed the butt plug that was inside Kip and he let out a little moan. I pulled my cock out of my speedo and rested the head at the entry to Kip’s well lubed arsehole. Then I began my first thrust.
Kip hasn’t been fucked in a while and he was moaning loudly as I slid my cock into his arse. Listening to him moan and knowing that we were being watched was a super turn on. With a couple of mini strokes I got balls deep inside Kip and rested for a minute.
I looked over at the Wall Street Daddy who was rubbing his cock through his jeans. Should I fuck him hard and fast or slow? He opted for fast and I happy complied.
My cock started pounding Kip’s tight arse and he was moaning. A little bit of pain but mostly pleasure and Kip was telling me to fuck him harder. I leaned back, holding on to Kip’s jockstrap and my hips trust back and forth. The view that the Wall Street Daddy was getting must have been amazing.
Kip and I have only recently started bare backing (sex without a condom) after we both got tested when I arrived in Colorado. Being more of a top Kip has been bare backing me over the last week but this was my first time fucking him and I was about to cum. My first spurt of cum was deep inside him, my second was half way out and by my third cum spasm the head of my cock was just inside Kip. I let it rest there a little bit before pulling all the way out. The view of my cum oozing out of Kip’s shaved smooth little man hole was a sight to behold.
I tucked myself back in to my speedo, the insides of which would be a mess of my cum and Kip’s arsehole.
Wall Street Daddy stood up and complimented us and said that we were going to have a great weekend. He said that later on he wanted to see if I could take it as well as I just gave it. I said I think I couldn’t hand and I said that he was more than welcome to have a turn as well which raised his eye brow.
The last instructions from Wall Street Guy were that we should grab dinner and then grab a drink at the Little Nell (I hadn’t heard of it but famous in Aspen circles) around 9pm. We were not to approach him but he might approach us. Then he left.
That is actually all I’m going to publish about this weekend in public. I feel like I’ve shared too much already.
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This is the kind of thing that I created the members only area for. Things that I can’t really publish in too much detail in public that I still want to write about. Without the members area I wouldn’t be able to write about this at all in the interests of discretion. I hope you guys understand this and even more, I hope you support me and this blog by becoming a member.
