Only Speedo on the Beach

Quick post for I hit this road this morning.  Going to head out in to the country a little bit to watch a big footy game which is on tonight (called the State of Origin).

I’m up early, did some work and went to the beach for a quick swim.

Coolangatta Beach

Not only was I the only speedo on the beach, I was close to being the only person on the beach!!!

Looking up at all those apartments, I quietly wondered if there was anyone with some binoculars, hand down the front of their speedo enjoy the view of me walking out of the ocean?

I’ll have a few hours this afternoon to share with you guys the ‘naughty’ business I got up to last night.  It involved a very str8 looking/acting mid 30’s guy who is a pure bottom……  and I need to tell you about the Man in the Pink Speedo.

I hope where ever you are, the weather looks just as good as this!!!

Sunny Days in Queensland

The Man in the Pink Speedo

My time in Port Macquarie was fun.  I caught up with an old friend, hiked down to the light house (nearly 20km walk) and had a man in a pink speedo occupy me on a very rainy Saturday.

OK, this is an odd one to explain how it came about…..

Saturday morning I was up early and had planned on going on the Parkrun (organized 5K run that happens in a lot of towns on a Saturday morning).  My mate in town has just gotten back in to running so thought it would be fun.  It was pouring rain!!!

Usually, I would not have done it.  But, I was awake, had spent hours in the car the day before so felt like I needed some exercise.  162 other people braved the rain as well.

Run was nice and I did feel really good afterwards.  My next planned appointment was dinner that night.  I went back to my hotel, did some work and I had a midday nap (I am getting old).  I slept for over two hours, woke up completely disorientated as to where I was or what time it was, I always laugh later when this happens.

A little groggy, I sat down to do some more work, considered pouring a drink, but it was only 2pm.  I had a quick search to see if there was a local lap pool, there was one three blocks from my hotel.  That would wake me up for sure.

Ironically, it was still pouring rain, so to avoid getting soaked, I drove the pool.

The 50m pool was really nice.  It is 6 or 8 lanes wide and there was only one other person in there when I jumped in.  I banged out 1,500m.

When I topped, there was a guy in the lane next to me, I hadn’t noticed him so he must have just gotten in the pool and was stretching out.  I like to bang out some laps and then I stretch.

He looked like a serious swimmer, had fins and a few training devices, wore a swim cap and he was wearing a pair of pink Budgy Smuggler speedos.  That caught my attention.

What does a pink speedo mean these days?

  • Does it mean he is gay, out and proud?
  • Is it more of a joke, perhaps a gift from his girlfriend having a laugh?
  • Could be a blokes team or club having a laugh as well?
  • What do you think a pink speedo on a guy means?

I’ll tell you guys more later.  Going for a sunset walk here at the southern end of the Gold Coast.  Hit me up if anyone wants to hang out in speedos later tonight or tomorrow.

In the gallery below, there are three of my speedo selfies of me wearing my pink AussieBum speedos.  I’m not sure where they are, the pink ran when they got wet, ruined a towel the first day I had them so I really haven’t worn them much.  Not sure I have the confidence to pull off wearing a pink speedo.  When I bought it, the idea was to use it as a joke in front of my straight friends (the ones I’m in the closet to).  An excuse to be able to wear speedos amongst my friends.  Never really happened though.

 

Speedo Fuckfest Road Trip

I have been flat out busy lately, apologies for the lack of blog posts.  Things are getting back to normal now, mostly ‘life’ stuff that is far too boring for me to share here.

Something I do need to share with you guys is that I am on a Speedo Fuckfest Road Trip!!!

Just a drive down the coast towards Sydney (I won’t make it all the way to Sydney).

My first night was on the Gold Coast (I haven’t been down there in over a year).  I stayed at an old hotel which I am familiar with and it has a few hottubs and a sauna and steam room.  The hottubs were not very hot but the sauna was lovely.  Just what I needed.

While I was enjoying my soak, one of the older full time residents/owners joined me.  He liked my new Rikey speedos, I told him I was excited to ‘christen’ them.  After getting all sweaty in the sauna, we went up to his unit and he topped the shit out of me!!!  He came while fucking me, I came while he fucked me.

Today I have a 5hr drive south to Port Macquarie.  My butt is a little sore so might have to find a bottom to destroy tonight.  Anyone down that way?

I better hit the road, more updates to follow.

Speedo selfie below is me on my way down to the sauna, do you like those new speedos?

Speedo Elevator Selfie

Gay Spin the Bottle

For once I have nothing planned for the weekend and I am excited!!!

This morning I was up early, coffee,  walk along the coast, speedo swim (of course).  Back home by 8am and I’ve been working on a new speedo movie I have been wanting to share with you guys.

And here it is:

Seven (yes 7) gorgeous speedo guys playing spin the bottle.  All seven of the guys are rock hard and stretching the front of their speedos when this clip begins.  These guys are profession porn stars and after some spinning of the bottle, they start fucking.  And boy do these guys know how to fuck.  Being pornstars, all the fucking is bareback.

Now that I have finished this blog post… I need to relieve my speedo stretching cock.  Don’t think I’ll get through the first two minutes of this movie.

 

Because I am feeling horny, and I really want to share this movie with you guys, I have decided to make a sample of this available to non members.  If you would like to watch the full 22 minute version, you have to be a member (which is only $5).


Captain of the Footy Team

Hey guys, I first published this experience last year and from the feedback I got, it was your favourite.  The bloke who wrote it is a long time member and we were chatting online and he told me about this experience he had.  I encouraged him to write about it and it really is an amazing experience.

Everyone, including me, wanted to know what happened later in the footy season…. well, I am just polishing up the final version of that and I will have it ready for you guys tomorrow.

Thought I’d post this to give you a refresh.

Cya tomorrow guys.


The whole COVID thing screwed my life up a bit. Like a lot of young Aussie’s, I was doing the London thing. With border closures and lock downs, I ended up back in Australia, as a bit of a nomad. After over a year I finally settled down in a little beach town on the east coast.

Being new to town, I didn’t know anyone so I tried to get out, mingle, and make some friends.

One thing I did was join the local AFL (Australian Rules) footy team. I had played in high school, I wasn’t very good back then, and I haven’t gotten any better with age. I wasn’t that interested in playing any games, just go to training and have some beers with the guys afterwards.

I kept an eye out and when I saw that they had started preseason training, I bought some footy boots, a mouth guard and went along.

It was a pretty good bunch of guys, I’m thirty years old and most of the guys were in their early twenties. There were a handful of new guys, like me, but the core of the team was a group of guys in their early twenties who had grown up together. The captain of the team, who everyone called Macca, was twenty-one years old and just gorgeous, ow sorry, I mean Macca was a great footy player. Dirty blonde shoulder length hair, tall, wiry thin and not an ounce of fat on him. Those short footy shorts made his legs look like they went up forever. Macca’s best mate, and vice captain, is another gorgeous twenty-one year old they call Digger.

I won’t bore you guys with any more team details, but let met just say that being in a locker room with twenty, twenty year old guys in footy gear or less gave me some jerk off material for when I would get home after training.

Yes, I am gay and I am out to my friends but I don’t wear it on my sleeve. When I’m single, nobody would know or have any reason to think I’m gay. My sexuality was not something I had advertised to my new footy team mates.

Our second game of the season was an away game (about an hours drive away) and my car was at the mechanics. It was no big deal, someone gave me a ride to the game and it was the skipper, Macca, who gave me a ride home, since he lived on my side of town (he still lives with his parents). I invited Macca in for a beer or a rumbo to thank him for giving me a ride and he said sure.

Being completely honest, while I had naughty thoughts, in the privacy of my own masturbation sessions, about my team mates, there was no way on the planet I would have the courage to make a move and none of the guys gave off the slightest hint of being gay. At the first two games there was a little entourage of the girlfriends. With that in mind, I purely asked Macca in for a drink to thank him for the ride home, and thanks for being nice, considering I’m one of the worst players in the team and they have made me feel welcome.

While I was getting some beer out of the fridge Macca noticed the spa (hottub/jacuzzi) in on my back patio. He asked if it works, I said hell yeah it does and I’ve been spending some time in it after pulling up sore from footy. Macca asked if he could jump in, hell yeah (my mind did a little cartwheel). I was more composed in my outward approval of letting Macca use the spa. Handing him a beer I told him I’d grab some towels and asked if he need any shorts? He replied that he was wearing DT’s (dick togs aka speedos) which would be fine. Yes, they would be fine Macca (I said in my head).

I have a thing for speedos, more for guys wearing speedos, hence why I’m a fan of the speedo blog. What has surprised me since coming back from London is the number of Aussie guys who are wearing DT’s/speedos. It seems like most of my footy team mates wear them as underwear when playing and there are younger guys wearing them at the beach which wasn’t the case when I was in my twenties.

Walking outside to the spa, Macca was already submerged up to his neck and I saw his team footy shorts and hoodie on the ground. I dropped my footy shorts to reveal my classic black speedo and jumped in.

Just a couple of footy team mates sitting in a spa, each wearing less than a handkerchief.

It wasn’t long until our beers were empty, Macca offered to get refills and I gladly accepted the view of his lithe body, dripping with water getting out of the spa, his ass looked like it was sculptured and just as hard as marble.

After our second beer, I said I was going to swap to rum and Macca asked if it was alright if he had one. It seemed like he might be in for a bit of a session and since he didn’t live far he could leave his car at my house and walk home.

We settled in for a bit of a session. Conversation flowed, every two drinks I got to soak in the eye candy that was Macca’s beautiful body getting out of my spa and the view of him walking in to the house. Nothing naughty was discussed, I was not hitting on Macca at all but knew that I would be picturing him when I jerked off, which I thought would be about two minutes after he left.

Then Macca dropped the hammer. Must have been the drinks that loosened him up and he finally asked me if I was gay.

Not the first person to ever ask me, but I was a little surprised because I thought I hadn’t shown any inkling of being gay. I asked him why he thought that? He replied that his best mate, Digger, thought so. Answering a question, with a question, I asked how did Digger know?

Another hammer drops… Digger goes a bit both ways, according to Macca. I admitted than I had no idea, my gaydar (gay radar) has never been any good.

Macca repeated his question, am I gay? Assuring me that it is no problem.

I admitted I am gay. Not in between, like Digger, but one hundred percent gay. Macca complimented me saying that he had no idea and I didn’t seem very gay, for me that is a compliment, probably not a compliment to most of the gay community. Macca wanted to continue questioning me about my gayness (his words, not mine), but I wanted to hear about Digger’s ‘gayness’. It wasn’t difficult to move the conversation in that direction, Macca (and I) were slowly getting a little tipsy.

Digger has a girlfriend, cute little blonde thing I have seen at footy training, so I asked Macca about that. Macca assured me that nobody knows Digger does gay things except him, and he declared that nobody but him knows that I am gay either.

It was during this part of the conversation that Macca dropped the hammer that Digger has blown him in the past.

Being playful, I jested that maybe Macca is really gay as well. Nah mate, he replied. A mouth is a mouth right? Using his straight, slightly red neck reasoning, he told me that it makes sense that guys suck dick better than chicks since we know what feels good. And he knows, he has had a string of girlfriends who don’t really like sucking cock.

Now I started to think that maybe Macca was a little keen.

Being a little more frank than I usually would be (beer and Rum assisted) I asked Macca if he would like a blowjob? From a real expert.

Yeah why not, was Macca’s reply. Saying it as if he had nothing better to do, so why not get his cock sucked from his new team mate. I slid across the spa and said to Macca I’d just make sure he is warmed up. My right hand touched his right knee and I slid my hand up his thigh. Before I got to his cock he made me promise not to tell anyone. Of course, a mouth is just a mouth I assured him. My hand moved to the front of his speedo and to my surprise, he was rock hard.

With no need to warm him up, I suggest Macca sit on the edge of the spa. He slid out of the water and seeing his flat tummy, then his thin waist line and then his speedo with his cock straining against the lycra was a sight I will remember for a long time.

With Macca comfortable sitting on the side of the spa and with a drink in hand, I pulled his cock out the leg of his speedo.

A good length, uncut cock for me to feast on. My mouth went for his balls first and they were shaved smooth, he had a little stubble around the rest of his pubic area. I complimented him on this and he said his girlfriend made him keep it tidy. I will have to thank her next time I see her.

I was slowly stroking Macca’s cock while I sucked and licked his balls, Macca complimented my skills, but I was just get started.

Next, I slid my tongue up and down the full length of his cock, from balls to tip all the while looking up at him. Macca’s head was thrown back enjoying the pleasure. It reminded me of an old joke: only difference between a girl sucking you off and a guy, is when you look down.

One last lick all the way to the tip of Macca’s cock and my tongue slipped between his foreskin and the tip of his cock and began circling. Giving attention to this more sensitive area did get a response, an extra moan. After a little while, I pulled his foreskin down with my right hand, exposing the head of his cock and my mouth went in to suction mode. This got even more of a response from Macca. He told me several times how amazing it felt.

All this time, it had been at least five minutes, I had been taking it pretty slow. Not surprisingly, Macca finally begged me to make him cum.

Sure thing Captain.

My right hand started stroking Macca’s beautiful cock, my left hand went to his balls and just rubbed them gently and my throat took as much of his cock as I could, in synchro with my right hand stroking up and down. He quickly approached orgasm and was moaning loudly. I slowed my pace just a little extending his climax and when finally trust his hips out I buried his cock deep in my mouth and his load of sweet, sweet cum shot down my throat.

It was a big load and his hips spasmed maybe eight times. Ow to be twenty years old again.

Once Macca had calmed down I slipped his cock out of my mouth, looking up at him (he was now looking down at me) I ran my thumb along the lower side of his cock from balls to tip getting the last drop of man juice out of his cock. It oozed out the tip of his cock and with our eyes locked, I licked that last little bit up. Macca laughed and said again that guy do suck cock better.

There was no reciprocating, and I didn’t expect it. A few drinks later Macca headed home and I said he is more than welcome to use my spa (mouth).

A few days later, I was back at footy training and things were just like normal between Macca and I. Towards the end of training Digger (remember, Macca’s best friend who also sucks his cock), said to me discretely that he heard I have a spa. Would I mind if he dropped by after training….. happy to share the details of that session if you guys are interested.


Do you guys want to hear what happened next?  I am working on it I promise.

Cock in a Thong Thursday

Happy Thong Thursday guys…..  when I made the title “Cock in a Thong Thursday” I’m not sure where to put the comma…

Cock, in a Thong Thursday.

Cock in a Thong, Thursday.

So I went with no comma at all.

Yellow Thong

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