Hey guys, I’ve just sat down and written about an experience I had at the Valley (Fortitude Valley in Brisbane) pool on Sunday afternoon.  It was pretty darn hot!!!

If this blog was 100% public, I’m not sure I would share this experience.  At least I wouldn’t share it the day after.  This is to protect my privacy, as well as the privacy of those who were part of this experience (four of us in total).

Thankfully, this blog has a members area so I feel a little bit more comfortable sharing these intimate parts of my life.

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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.

Just back from the pool and settling in to a long afternoon editing video content.  For you guys, that means a new Movie of the Week tomorrow.  How does a carwash that turns in to an orgy sound?

As I got to the pool today as I was dropping my shorts, this very hot young guy (mid 20’s) jumps out of the pool right in front of me wearing red speedos.  We smile and say hello, which I’m amazed I could with my tongue hanging out.  I’ve never seen him before but I’d like to see him again.

So I bang out my usual swim routine (takes me about an hour) and of course, the entire time I’m thinking about the cute red speedo guy.

After my swim I head to the change rooms, get a shower cubicle and jerk off.  Picturing the red speedo guy knocking on the door of course.

Don’t know what it is, but there is just something naughty about jerking off in a public place.

I has been a while since I had a threesome, come to think of it, I haven’t had one this year.

The last guys I had a threesome with were two guys from the pool, click here to read about that experience.

Maybe this weekend I can do something about that, anyone want to apply?

These guys look like they would have a fun threesome together don’t you think?

After leaving high school I did some triathlons and the leg that scared me the most was swimming.  I was an OK swimmer but not great and not confident at the kind of distances required in the longer triathlons.  So I spent a fair bit of time swim training at the local aquatic center.

The pool was a city run center with a fifty meter outdoor olympic sized pool, grand stand area and huge change rooms.  I had some naughty experiences in the change rooms with some random hookups and I would often jerk off in the showers.  I have a pretty serious speedo fetish (I own and write the Aussie Speedo Guy blog) and swimming in my skimpy little speedos would turn me on, so I’d finish my laps, go up to the change rooms and jerk off.  It was a turn on jerking off thinking I could be caught.

It turns out that I did get caught a few times, sometimes on purpose when I had organized for a guy to ‘accidentally on purpose’ interrupt me and a couple of times I was caught when it wasn’t ‘on purpose’.  This experience which I had nearly fifteen years ago was one of the latter.

I’ve already explained how I would get horny swimming in my speedos.  This day that I’m reminiscing about was just like that.  The pool was really quiet so I headed up to the change rooms after swimming two kilometers in about forty minutes.  I threw my bag on one of the benches and headed to the big open area shower.  There were individual shower cubicles but I would use the open/group showers, making me more turned on at the thought of getting caught.

There I was, eighteen years old, smooth, just under six foot, short dark hair, slim, wearing a pair of black speedos that were a size or two too small.  My, average sized, cut cock was straining against the black lycra as if it was trying to escape.

I was rubbing my arse with my left hand and with my right I pulled the front of my speedo down releasing my engorged eighteen year old cock.  My hand started pumping my cock up and down, not too quickly because I wanted to enjoy it and I wasn’t in any rush.  I closed my eyes imaging that the entire shower room was filled with other young guys showering in their speedos and jerking off.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

The deep bellowing voice shocked me out of my fantasy.  I physically jumped and might have let out a little bit of a scream.

Standing there with hands on his hips was Gary, the manager of the pool.

This morning Alex’s texted me seeing if I wanted to go for a swim around lunch time.  I was thinking of going for a short drive, walk along the beach, swim and grab some groceries on the way home but some laps with Alex sounded good and I wanted to hear what he was planning with Adam (his potential future boyfriend which I wrote about yesterday).

I replied: “I’m in, cya at midday.”

Alex’s triathlon thing is a 3.8km swim so we usually swim 1.9kms then break and swim the 2nd 1.9kms.  We did this usual set which felt great, it is a gorgeous winters day here on the Aussie East Coast.  When we were done we were in the water just getting our breath back.  I asked Alex about Adam and he said that he was going for a run tonight with Adam and grabbing something to eat, maybe back at Adam’s place.

But……

Alex told me that he has been unbelievably horny since kissing Adam and suggested we duck into the change rooms/showers.

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