What is the smallest speedo you would/have worn in public?
For me, the classic speedo solar is pretty revealing without being too naughty and I wear it maybe once a month to the pool I reckon. My black Arena speedos (the one I’m wearing in the speedo selfie on the right hand side) is as skimpy as I would wear to the beach.
You can see a bunch of my personal speedo selfies of me wearing those speedos, click here (most pics are for members only, they are a bit revealing).
Here is someone elses speedo selfie of them wearing the same Arena speedo just in blue:
I think I need to order some more of those Arena speedos, they are super sexy. The guy who is the Australasian distributor for Arena is a fan and member of this blog so I might have to get some. Early Xmas present for myself. If you’d like to order a pair direct, shoot me an email and I can pass on the details.
Back to the topic at hand, how skimpy a speedo would you wear in public?
This guy pictured below, is it real? Is it really a public pool? If I saw him in the pool or the change rooms I’m pretty sure I’d just get on my knees and open my mouth. I love the speedo confidence!!!
This is a story I posted over on BisexualDave.com but since it is so hot I thought I’d share it with members here.
After our encounter over the weekend (you can read that on my blog), Jess and I were spending a lot more time around one another outside of class. One particular afternoon in mid May we were once again going to meet up at the mall after I had spent some more time at the library.
Once we were at the mall and had found a place to sit and eat, Jess brought up bathing suit shopping again. I asked her why she needed another new bikini (as if you can ever have enough, right? but I was young and foolish…)
She said, “Not for me this time, for you.”
“Oh,” I said. I knew where this was going. This was back in the 90s and Speedo had a chain of retail stores. There was one in the mall. I’d never been in it, I’d never needed to. The swim club where I swam had a store where you could buy your suits, goggles and anything else you needed, so I’d always just gotten my speedos from there.
It was late in the evening, so the mall was not crowded and stores would be closing in about an hour and a half, so I didn’t think the chances were high that we would be seen by people we knew, and trying on speedos for Jess sounded like fun.
“Ok, sure,” I said.
“You didn’t really have a choice.”
We got up and walked over to the store front. The store was deserted except for the one sales clerk behind the counter. The store wasn’t very big, with women’s suits on the left wall, two tiers high. The middle of the store were displays of goggles, caps, bags, sweats, etc. On the right side were the men’s suits.
This was the glory days before jammers and all the suits were speedo briefs. There were all kinds of prints, colors, and cuts. It was a sight to see.
“Wow,” she said, “there’s so many! This could take awhile.”
The sales clerk noticed us and started walking over. He was a few years older than us, probably a senior in college.
“Can I help you find something?” he asked.
Jess jumped right in, “We’re looking for a suit for him,” she said, pointing to me.
The guy looked a bit surprised for a second, but quickly smiled and said, “Sure, all of our men’s suits are over here. Is there something in particular you are looking for?” as he was looking me up and down.
Jess said we weren’t sure yet. The clerk said he tried on speedos all the time and could help make some suggestions. He went over to a rack about midway down the sidewall of the store and picked up a blue square cut suit with a small zipper pocket on the front right hip.
“I think this suit would rock on him.”
Jess considered and said, “Let’s start with that one.”
He led us over to the fitting room, which was all the way in the back on the right, and opened up right next to the men’s suits racks. I walked in and took the suit from Jess and closed the door.
I pulled off my pants and shoes and then pulled the suit up. It did feel pretty good. It didn’t have a lot of room up front, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I was starting to get a little hard, though. After a minute or two, Jess knocked on the door.
“Are you ready yet?”
I reached for the doorknob and opened it a bit. Her face was right there in the door and she pushed it open. The clerk was standing there too.
I must have hesitated to come out for a second too long, because they both prompted me to get my ass out of the changing room.
Looking me up and down, Jess said to the clerk, “You’re right, I do like that. But let’s try some others to compare.”
She handed me a brief with a three or so inch side. I went back into the dressing room and stripped off the square cut. I pulled up the briefs. I was still semi-hard, but not too obvious yet. I adjusted myself as best I could and opened the door again.
“That’s more like it,” said Jess.
“Oh yeah, that’s heading in the right direction,” agreed the clerk.
Jess looked at me with a smile, “We’re not done yet, though. Here’s the next…”
This continued for three more suits. The last two were both solars (they are the smallest suit speedo makes). The first was black. By now my cock was more than just semi-erect from all this attention. I pulled the black solar up and again adjusted myself before opening the door.
Jess and the clerk were waiting. “Come on out,” said Jess. “We want to see.”
“Wow,” said the clerk. “Don’t you think that shows off the package too much?”
“Not at all” said Jess.
I stepped out of the change room but didn’t venture far from the door.
“No, I mean come all the way out here to where the big mirror is” said Jess.
I looked over to where she was pointing and it was out practically in the middle of the store, easily within view of the mall outside. I was simultaneously terrified and turned on. I walked out into the middle of the store and stood in front of the mirror, as ordered.
Sorry guys, the rest of this is for members only. If you would like to read more experiences like this, scoot over to BisexualDave.com. There are some pretty hot bisexual movies there.
The phrase “Boardies are for Bogans” is what started one hell of a fun (and naughty) Easter Monday afternoon/evening.
Let me start by making sure everyone knows the definitions. Boardies, refers to board shorts, what I often call dork shorts. Bogan, I feel like is an Australian slang word which I don’t think I’ve heard else where in the world. It will take a little more explaining but here is the online dictionaries attempt:
bo·gan
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noun
INFORMAL•DEROGATORY
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an uncouth or unsophisticated person regarded as being of low social status.
“boardies are for bogans”
Yesterday, was Easter Monday and was a lot quieter than in usual years of course. I always have work to do so was sitting around the house doing some work, jumping in the ocean every hour or so and generally just chilling out. I was wearing AussieBum speedos and nothing else all day (photo of me wearing them posted yesterday).
Later in the afternoon, around 4pm or so I felt like a swim so walked down to the ocean and 10 minutes later walked back. As I approached my little pad the neighbour chicks were on their little deck having a drink.
The neighbour chicks (I’m going to call them Ashley and Madison, not their real names but I’m sure you can understand me being discrete) are two Aussie sheilas my age, have lived next door for years. They are great, super nice, we hang out and party a bit and since they have day jobs, they aren’t around most of the time. I have had some drunken naughty experiences with Madison but the next day we both just seem to pretend it didn’t happen and nobody ever talks about it.
I’m not out to any of my local friends and I am pretty discrete even with the neighbours so I don’t think they know of my ‘homosexual habits’. They do see me in my speedo a lot but that isn’t too big a deal here in Australia and I have shagged one of them so I can see them thinking I’m 100% straight.
Sorry for the interlude, that info was for those of you who aren’t regular readers of my blog. Back to Monday afternoon…..
Walking up from the beach after my swim I see Ashley and Madison sitting out on their little deck area having a drink and one other person, a guy there as well. The girls were wearing shorts and bikini tops, the guy was wearing boardies and no shirt. He was pretty hot, the girls were looking pretty hot as well but I seen them all the time so didn’t notice as much. They saw me and invited me over for a drink.
I might have had a drink or two already Monday afternoon and I was feeling brave, braver than usual.
So, I just grabbed a beer from my outside fridge and walked the three steps to the neighbours. I was introduced to the shirtless guy, lets call him…. Luke (again, not his real name).
I pulled up a chair and settled into the conversation, which these days is all about the ‘Rona (Aussie’s always shorten names). It was nice just sitting there in my AussieBum speedo and nobody cared or mentioned it. To me this is the way it should be all the time, girls get to strut around in tiny bikinis all the time and nobody cares.
Over the next three rounds of beers I learnt that Luke is the new man in Ashley’s life, but is very new (like two weeks new). There are always new guys coming and going with these two.
Luke seemed like a nice guy and really funny.
As we finished our third beers it was my shout (that is a colloquialism for it being my turn to get beers from my fridge). Since the sun was getting low one of the girls suggested we go for a quick swim before it get too late. Everyone agreed.
I was dressed for a swim wearing nothing but my speedo. The girls both whipped off their little shorty shorts and there was Luke in his dork shorts.
It isn’t my place to hassle anyone, except my friends. But I didn’t have to, Ashley and Madison both started hassling Luke about wearing dork shorts for a swim. It was fun and Luke was taking the joke.
Both the girls were saying how speedos are the new thing and it was Madison who said something that has been burned into my brain “Boardies are for Bogans.”
The girls weren’t going to let him get away with it though. Luke didn’t have any speedos with him, the girls didn’t have any at their place so asked me to go and get Luke a pair.
Sure thing I replied. Ashley said… make sure they are red and tight Dave.
I was back in a flash with a pair of red speedo solar speedos that are a little too small for me to wear at the pool but I figured would fit Luke perfectly.
Solar is the model name for a type of Speedo brand speedo that has been around for ever. The sides are just 1 inch where normal speedos are at least 2 inches and there is a seam down the middle at the front and back which just somehow seems to accentuate ones butt. I’ve owned several of these over the years and currently have three pairs of solars in my collection.
When I threw them to Luke I expected him to go inside and change, but nope, all three of us were in for a lovely surprise. Luke just dropped his shorts right there in front of us. He didn’t put on a short or stand up and give us a real good look, but he just dropped his shorts and put on the little red speedo.
Luke looked good before but as he stood upright he looked like a God. It took him a second to adjust his package in his speedo and when he was done he announce that he was now properly dressed for a swim.
The four of us walked down the beach to the water and jumped in.
Looking at the four of us isn’t quite an Abercrombie and Fitch poster (we are all in our 30’s not 15yo like their promotional material) but it would have been a good tight for anyone walking by.
After our swim we came back up to the houses and I tried to excuse myself not wanting to interrupt their evening but they insisted and said having me there evened out the numbers and Madison didn’t want to be the third wheel. It was suggested, and agreed on that we start a bonfire which we did and the four of us sat around it as evening progressed and the drinks flowed.
Usually Tuesday would be a work day but with the government shutting everything down, nobody had any Tuesday obligations so we were partying like it was a Friday.
As the night wore on one of the girls suggested me play the ‘Have you ever’ game. Someone asks everyone if they have done ‘something’ (usually naughty or embarrassing) and if you have done that ‘something’ you have to drink. You drinking, is a quiet confirmation that you have done the said ‘something’ act.
Just the suggestion of this game gave me a stirring in my speedo. It always gets naughty and the four of us sitting around in barely any clothing with lots of alcohol meant this party was about to get naughty… just from my experience.
I was completely correct.
Luke was playing it very gentlemanly and not asking the real naughty questions, I was playing along similar rules. I think one of my questions was “Have you ever, walked in on your folks having sex?” I was the only one to drink. Then was next so asked “Have you ever, had your folks walk in on you having sex?” I didn’t drink at first, but clarified if it includes having sex with yourself? Yes, that counted, and I had to drink.
Then it was Ashley’s turn and this is where things went naughty. “Have you ever, kissed someone of the same sex?”
All four of us had a drink to lots of laughter from everyone. The girls didn’t question my response, maybe they have been hearing some of my Grindr visitors coming and going, but they did ask Luke. He calmly replied that his Mum’s family are Italian and all the men kiss… on the cheek.
Agghhhhh. That wasn’t what Ashley meant to ask!
Madison’s turn. “Have you ever, kissed someone of the same sex, sexually?”
All four of us drank again. And again everyone was shocked at Luke’s response. The two girls threw a barage of questions at him but he maintained his composure and brushed it off. I joked to Ashley that this should have been a first date conversation.
Lots of laughter.
Now my turn to ask. “Have you ever had sex with two people?”
Everyone drinks, except Madison. What? I thought she was a party girl and open minded. Ashley made jokes about Madison being very missionary. What about her sexually kissing someone of the same sex? The response was that she once dated a girl for a few months. I did not know that.
Luke took my lead and his next question was “Have you ever had sex with three people?” (ie a foursome).
Three of us drank again. Poor Madison was being left out.
Ashley kept it going “Have you ever had sex with four people?”
This time I was the only one to drink, to much laughter.
Madison’s turn “Have you ever had sex with five people?” Again, I took a drink. Lots more laughter and I told them I’d get really drunk, really quickly if they kept this line of questioning up. The question that would have stopped me drinking would be “Have you ever had sex with eleven people?” Those fans of mine know about my time being fucked by ten guys.
There was a ruckus and the girls were shocked, I am just the nerdy computer guy who lives next door? When did Dave become the crazy sex guy? Ow, how little they know.
It was my question now, “Have you girls ever kissed?” There were heckles from the crowd as I was reprimanded for a breach of the rules. I was supposed to ask anyone specific a question, I had to ask everyone. I apoligized for my mistake and reworded my question. “Have you ever, kissed Ashley?”
Madison and Luke had a drink, I didn’t.
Luke was a fast learner and it was good to have me asking questions just before him, his next question was “Have you ever kissed Madison?”
Ashley had a drink of course and when I had a drink Luke gave me a pat on the back. Ashley burst out that she had told him. I said I was just being a good neighbour to which Madison said it was her, just being a good neighbour.
Apart from me, Ashley seems like the naughtiest person sitting around the fire. Her question next, “Have you ever, wanted to have a foursome tonight?”
Everyone had a drink.
