Last week someone asked me if I had ever had a two girl threesome.  The person I was having this conversation with is 100% straight and doesn’t know that I’m bi.  If they did, I would have proudly told them that my kind of threesome involves two cocks (minimum).

I ended up reminiscing about a threesome I missed out on, and a threesome I then had in Reno.

It was a few years ago when I was visiting Kip (my tech guy).  I flew in to San Francisco to pick up a car for him and then I was to drive across to his place in Colorado.  It was middle of January, a Tuesday night, and Reno was pretty quiet.  I was in my hotel room having a drink and doing some work, about to order some room service when I thought to myself “Get off your arse and have a look around.”

Quick shower, jeans and a shirt later, I’m down at the hotel bar.

There was nobody there.  The barkeep was a good guy and his only suggestion for some fun was a poker game a few buildings down the street.  I wandered down there and the poker game was a bit too high stakes for my taste.

I wandered on back to my hotel/casino and thought I’d stop in and have one more drink at the hotel bar.

Sitting there on my own, I was only half way through my drink when two girls overheard my Aussie accent and started talking to me.  I know you are thinking, Dave is going to get his two girl threesome with two hot chicks.  They were not hot at all.  They were both rather large.  Who am I kidding, they were BIG girls.  An hour or so goes by and we are having fun and getting drunk.

The girls were being flirty and I was wondering if my hotel bed could handle the three of us.  I had just decided that I would have a threesome with these two girls and when I would tell people the story in the future, I could focus on the two girls part and leave out just how big they were.

As I had come to this decision in my mind, a cute, mid-thirties grabs my arm.  She looks at me and then gives me a hug saying “I thought it was you!  Barry thought he recognized you, you just have to come over and say hi.”

While she was saying this she was half dragging me across the bar.  I went with the flow.

Once we were out of ear shot of the two fat chicks the new girl told me that she and Barry were saving me from a huge mistake.  She was being punny.

When we made it to Barry, he shook my hand and gave me a blokey hug.  They both told me that they could see what was happening and just had to give me an out from taking those two girls up to my hotel room.  Looking back across the bar, they really were big girls.

At first I thought maybe Barry and Emma were a swinging couple but it turned out that they are work friends, in real estate, and had closed a deal that day and were out celebrating.

I hadn’t noticed but they told me that Barry had gone to the bar for a round of drinks and had overheard what was going on.  As well as my Aussie accent which was proving to be very popular in Reno.

Emma wanted to dance and she took turns with Barry and I.  She was a single Mum (Mom in America), brunette and a tight little body on her.  She had been a swimmer in college and Reno born and bred.  When we danced she was getting a little handsy for sure and I started to think that maybe she would be coming up to my room later.  Barry didn’t seem jealous in any way.

An hour or so of this went by, more drinks of course and the two fat chicks had given up waiting for me.  As they left one of them came up to me and rather loudly announced that I didn’t know what I had missed out on.

Then they waddled out.

That started a discussion between Barry, Emma and I about threesomes.

I had to admit that I hadn’t ever had a two girl threesome (still haven’t to this day).  Then I was asked if I was a threesome virgin, I admitted that I am not a threesome virgin and love them.  Emma said that the threesomes that I had experiences were her favourite kind (ie two guys).

When she announced that there was a bit of a lull in the conversation.

I suggested we go up to my room so they could sample the Aussie Rum that I had brought over duty free (Bundy OP).  Everyone thought that was a great idea and for the second time that night I had realized that I’d be having a threesome.

In my hotel room Barry and Emma sat on my bed and I poured three Bundy and Cokes.  I didn’t have any ice so I grabbed the ice bucket and ducked out to get some.

When I returned, they were making out on my bed.  They were on their knees and in the short amount of time I was away, they had both managed to remove their shirts, if Emma had been wearing a bra it was gone as well. Emma asked me if I’d like to join in.  Yes I would.  I took off my shirt and got up on the bed.

Emma started kissing me and I felt Barry get off the bed.  When Emma stopped kissing me I realized that Barry had removed his pants and was in his birthday suit with a rock hard erection.  Emma suggested I get rid of my jeans and I didn’t need a second invitation.  I jumped off the bed and stripped down.  My cock was just as hard as Barry’s.

Back on the bed with Emma between Barry and I, she was stroking both our cocks and she commented that she hadn’t done this since she was in college.

Emma then said that she felt over dressed and wondered if she could leave us boys on our own for a minute?  Barry and I both nodded our approval as Emma got off the bed and went in to the bathroom.  Barry’s hand moved towards my cock and before he touched it he asked if it was OK?  My answer was to wrap my hand behind his neck and bring him in for a kiss.

In a few short hours I had gone from thinking I’d have a threesome with two girls to making out with a naked guy.

It has been ages since I’ve had sex with a woman….

I just went through the archives (I suppose this blog is a bit of a diary of my life) and it was last November, ten months ago when I was joining my new neighbours for some threesome fun.  I still see them every week but they started trying to have a baby so we stopped having threesomes.  They are pregnant now, I wonder if once the baby comes we’ll get back to some threesome fun?

Funny how you can have some very intimate times with people and then be able to go back to just being normal friends.  I like that.

So it was two years ago now (wow how time flies) that I was living down near Sydney and received a fan email.  It was from a young couple, the email was from the young wife.  They had read about some of my bisexual threesome experiences and had joined my site SpeedoFetish.com.  After reading about a threesome I had in Vegas she emailed me asking if I’d be interested in having a threesome with her and her husband?

Of course I would love to.

They live in Brisbane and his or her parents have a holiday unit on the Gold Coast and they AirBNB’d it to me for a week.  They were fantastic hosts and I gave them 5 stars.

After a great week we lost touch a little bit, the state borders here have been locked and unlocked so we didn’t get a chance to become friends like I think we would have.

Thankfully, last week Rachel (the wife) emailed me again and asked me if I’d like to spend a weekend down at the unit with them.

Of course I would love to.

My car is all packed and I thought I’d quickly write this blog post for you guys before I start the 2 hour drive south.

The one request I made was that Taz (husband) wears the speedos he is wearing in the picture below.  They are the exact same ones that the Married Guy was wearing when I met him.

If you’d like to read some of the history between Taz, Rachel and myself click here (most of it is for members only, gotta keep things a little bit discrete).

This is part of the members only part of the site guys.  If you are a member click here to login, if you aren’t a member, c’mon, it is only $5. Click here to join now.

It has been a week of living in the country for me and I’m looking forward to getting back to civilization later today.

Some friends of friends have a beautiful property about 2hrs west of where I live on the coast and asked if I could hang out and feed the dog. A different pace to life out here for sure. With all the rain we have had this last summer things are looking beautiful and green. I’ve done some great hikes and some chores around the farm and I’ve done a bunch of offline work.

I wasn’t sure how much internet I would have out here and it wasn’t much, had to use my mobile data and even that was spotty at best.

I apologize for the lack of a new Movie of the Week but I can promise that I have the next month of Movies of the Week ready to roll once I get back to real internet speed.

While farm life has been nice and relaxing, I’m looking forward to getting back to the beach and back to some men.  I should be back by sunset tonight and my first job will be to see if anyone wants to come over for a blowjob.  I’ve got a three day load to cum ready for who ever wants it.

After two or three weeks of fantastic weather, it has gone to custard.

The weather forecast is rainy and grey and windy for as far as the forecasts go.

The timing isn’t too bad.  This weekend I’m leaving the beach and going an hour west to the country to house sit for a friend of a friend who needs their cat fed.  Yes, I’m going to be a cat lady for 10 days.  Should be nice to have the fire place roaring and get lots of work done (I have 4 incomplete stories that I’d like to finish for you guys and maybe 10 hours of video that I’ve paid for that I need to process as well).

There are gay boys in the country right?

Here is a photo of me a few days ago when it was sunny.  Those speedos are from Q Swimwear.  They are more of a waterpolo feel.  By that I mean heavy duty and I really like them.

Guess who else has a pair of Q-Swimwear?

With the soon to be released Movie of the Week featuring a BBC (big black cock) I was reminiscing about the biggest cock I have ever taken.

This happened about 18 months ago during a drought here and there was some pretty bad bush fires which was the reason for me being on the road.  Here is what I wrote about that experience.

A few months ago I was asked to head up to a friend of mines family farm to help out with some bush fire mitigation.  They were afraid of a fire spreading and taking out their property.

In the end, their property wasn’t effected by the fire but I enjoyed helping out in the bush for a week and they are good friends.  I could tell you some fun stories about hanging out on the farm but that isn’t what I really want to share with you guys.  On the drive up to the farm, I spent a night at a cheap hotel and what happened in the hotel pool is something that I thought you might be interested in.

I left my place (about an hour and a half north of Sydney on the coast) a little later than I expected so instead of driving right though I thought I’d spend the night somewhere on the way up. I picked a hotel near the beach so I could get up for a morning swim before getting to the farm the next day. The hotel also had a pool/spa (spa is what we call a hottub). I got to to the hotel about 7pm, checked in and since I wasn’t hungry just thought I’d pull my laptop out, do some work, have a couple of drinks, fall asleep and get up early. That wasn’t quite what happened.

As you might be able to imagine, in my line of work I often get turned on by what I’m working on.  I was working on a promotional video and it was pretty hot.  So, there I am sitting in my hotel room, wearing my black Arena speedos and getting horny watching my own speedo porn.

So, I grabbed my phone and checked out one of those online hookup apps.

My profile photo does feature me wearing the little black speedo I was wearing at that time.

After turning the app on, my phone started blowing up, beeping with interest from other horny guys on this Wednesday night at about 8pm.

I finished what I was doing work wise, poured another drink and looked at the app.  As usual nine of ten of the messages were guys with no photo, no information about themselves and their messages were “Hey”.  I totally don’t understand that at. I’m not kidding when I say that nine of ten messages I receive are “Hey”.

I just turned this app thing on because I want to fuck, I’ve put up a photo of me and I filled in my age and my preference and a brief description.  Guys message me with “Hey”…..

Of course, I deleted the guys who didn’t make an effort.

I did have one response that stood out.  The guy didn’t have a photo on his profile but he sent a nice message.  Lets call him Tony.  Tony, complimented me on my speedos, said he loves a guy in speedos.  Tony is thirty-nine years old, married (to a woman), likes playing with guys on the side.  He sent me through a photo of him at the beach, wearing dork shorts unfortunately, with his wife and he had blurred her face out which I thought was pretty cool (discretion is important to me).  When he sent the photo through he apologized for wearing dork shorts but said his wife doesn’t like him wear speedos in public.

What was interesting is the app said that Tony was 127 meters away.

Once we established that both of us were fair dinkum I told Tony what hotel I was staying at…. he was at the same hotel.

He told me that the pool was nice and being a Wednesday night is should be pretty quiet.  Would I like to meet him down there?

I told Tony I’d be there in two minutes…. but, no dork shorts.  Speedos only.  Which he agreed to.

At that moment Kip (the guy who keeps all my online stuff running) messaged me and I had to do some stuff for him so it wasn’t two minutes, it was more like twenty minutes before I poured another drink and left my hotel room for the hotel pool.  I did message Tony and told him I’d be down, just a little while longer.

I was rushing but finally I walked out of my hotel room and headed to the pool area.

It was after closing time and I thought that maybe I had missed my window of opportunity…. but the door to the pool was left ajar.

I opened it, and I closed it, making sure it wasn’t left ajar.

Walking into the very well lit pool area there was only one person sharing the space with me.  Tony. Sitting on the edge of the spa he looked just like the photo he had sent through but this time wearing a classic black speedo brand speedo. Tony is big. A real mans man and if we still had lumber jacks, that is what Tony would be. He looked his full six and a half foot tall, outweighed me by probably one hundred pounds. Big barrel chest, hairy but not Greek hairy, just masculine hairy. And what his speedo was trying to conceal looked big and powerful too.

I ripped off my shirt, dropped my towel, went over to Tony and introduced myself by giving him a glass of scotch. I apologized for my tardiness and he seemed really cool.

Tony told me that he had bribed the night manager to let us use the spa after closing by giving him $50 and told the young guy that he’d get a bit of a show on the security cameras and was welcome to join us if he wanted. Tony said that he met the guy when he checked in and he seemed very gay. The night manager seemed a little too timid to join us but seemed to like the idea of a ‘show’.

We were sitting on opposite sides of the hottub just chatting. Tony said he does a little travel with work and has had some pretty good luck hooking up with guys at his hotel. He loves speedos and said that wearing a speedo at hotel pools has gotten him laid on more than a few occasions.

I couldn’t agree more with his sentiments and experience. Wearing a speedo has gotten me laid on many occasions when wearing dork shorts just wouldn’t have created the right vibe or portrayed my intentions or given the impression that I like guys. Maybe I’m reading too much in to my experiences but hearing Tony talk about cheating on his wife with random guys was getting me horny.

I put down my drink and moved across the spa.