I have been thinking a lot, maybe fantasizing a lot, about attending a speedo only party, or organizing one this summer here in Australia. It reminded me that back in 2016 (yes, this blog has been around for ages) I was invited to a Speedo Pool Party down in Sydney.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to make it and I really wish I could have. The guy who organized the party seemed like a really cool guy and he was respectful about my own privacy and discretion. Since I couldn’t make it, I asked him if he would like to share what happened at the Speedo Pool Party.
Here is his account of what they got up to…..
Dave, I’m happy to contribute the below details of the meet (unfortunately now that autumn is here – the speedo concept / pool party is likely to be put on hold until we hit spring again).
Will change the names / location so that the group and members of the group are not identified.
The afternoon went as follows…
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Since I had fun reminiscing about my old pool (not so much the pool as the times I had in the change rooms), I thought I’d share with you guys one of my favourite change rooms speedo porn movies.
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Today I am headed down to the big smoke to hang out with some friends, birthday party is the official excuse. It is a 2hr drive and since I would like to avoid traffic I’m going to head down mid morning. Since I will have some time to kill I am going to swing by my old swimming pool for some laps.
This community pool is a big complex and I used to swim there a lot late high school and first couple of years of college. It was training for surf life saving stuff and it also helped feed my speedo fetish back in those days.
Being a big swimming complex the change rooms are huge and it was in there that I had many of my early sexual experiences. I have dug through the archives and I have found one of the early blog posts describing the second time I got caught masturbating in the showers. I used to jerk off every time I went to the pool and I have a feeling, I should do the same today just for nostalgia.
I thought I better tell you about the second time I got caught masturbating in the locker room of the local pool. This time I was 20 and was different to my first time.…. this time it was organised. I had met a guy who had some done modelling for my site. I wasn’t at the modelling shoots but his boyfriend took the pics and emailed them over to me.
I kept in touch with Kieran (sorry that is his name) over the next 6 months or so – all via email and MSN Messenger. And then he and his boyfriend broke up. He didn’t seem all that upset when we spoke about it and he told me about how he had been looking forward to getting out and finding what he had been missing out on.
So Kieran had just broken up with his boyfriend and was keen to get out and fuck anything that moved – I think they were going out for like 18 months and it was Kieran’s first boyfriend so he was keen to widen his experiences by the sounds of it.
After talking with Kieran online for a couple of weeks and hearing of his new found freedom which he was taking advantage of it came around that we were talking about my swim training. Kieran was from Brisbane but loved speedos and had swam at school. I told Kieran about me getting busted masturbating in the shower at the pool.
Kieran was turned on by my experience and said he’d love to interrupt me. One thing lead to another and I told him what pool it was and what time I was normally there. I told him that since he knew where I was and those days I was masturbating in the showers every day that he was more than welcome to interrupt me. Red speedos were my favourite at the time and Kieran would be able to pick me out. Although I had seen all the pics from Kieran’s earlier shoot we hadn’t actually met in person.
The next couple of days at the pool I was soooooo horny!!! Each day I would get hard doing my laps thinking that Kieran would be there and coming up to interrupt me in the shower. For two days I went up to the locker room and proceeded to jack off in the showers but no sign of Kieran.
But on the third day…..
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Thank to everyone for the positive feedback on what I wrote about blowing the captain of my new footy team. It is the first time I have ever written about an experience of mine and thanks to Dave (Aussie Speedo Guy) for helping me out with it, and encouraging me.
Quick recap, I’m late thirties gay Aussie guy, I was living in London and came back to Australia during COVID. While I am gay, I don’t wear my sexuality on my sleeve and keep it a little bit on the down low. Living in a little beach town between Sydney and Brisbane I don’t know many people in town so I joined the local AFL (Australian Football) team. The guys on the team have been great and have become my local crew (beers at the pub on Thursday nights, that kind of thing). Early during the footy season, the Captain of the team, Macca, gave me a ride home and we jumped in the spa. After a few drinks, I had his cock in my mouth. Macca has a girlfriend and considers himself straight, but he definitely enjoyed my oral skills. During that first sexual encounter, Macca mentioned that his best friend, Digger, is a little bit more gay.
The week after my spa with Macca I was back at footy training. Towards the end of the training session Digger, said to me discretely that he heard I have a spa. Would I mind if he dropped by after training?
To be honest, I had been half expecting this to happen. Of course, I told Digger to just follow me home.
As we were driving out of the carpark after training, Macca saw us and yelled out the window of the truck for Digger to teach me how to kick straight… he knew exactly what we were going to be getting up to.
During the short drive home, my cock had come to life in anticipation of what I was about to get up to. This is the second, twenty-one year old, super hot young man I’ve had in my spa in four days.
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Do you guys know, I have never been to a gay wedding. I can’t believe you guys have never invited me? I suppose maybe I associate with too many str8 and married (to a woman) guys.
I once went to a gay bachelors party in in the states and it was just as debaucherous as you can imagine (click here to read what I wrote about that experience).
Check out the guys pictured below, that looks like my kind of wedding. I am going to assume the bloke in the middle is the best man….. the mind wanders…..
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.
