I first saw Brian at my local pool a few months before the experience I’m about to describe to you. It was just before closing time and out of the corner of my eye I saw Brian and one of the lifeguards headed in to the change rooms. My gaydar isn’t very good, but something told me the two young men were about to do some naughty things in there.
Sounded like something I would be interested in.
In the showers I found Brian being blown by the lifeguard in the last shower stall. They invited me to join and while the lifeguard blew us both, Brian and I made out and fingered each other. I wrote about that experience on my blog which you can find if you are interested.
It was a one off and hasn’t happened again. I see the lifeguard at the pool but haven’t seen Brian since. Don’t worry, I did remember him, twenty-two years old, smooth swimmers build, tall and not an ounce of fat on his body. I never got his name though.
Fast forward to last weekend. Some friends of mine invited me down to the Gold Coast for the weekend. Older couple that are friends. They have a couple of units down there that they wanted to check on and their son was competing in the Surf Life Saving National Championships. Sounded like an excuse to get out of town and I hadn’t been down to the Gold Coast in ages.
Saturday morning we cruise down to the coast, my friends give me the run of one of their units (they stay in another one right next door).
We spend the day hanging out, watching a little bit of the Life Saving competition and start drinking beers back at the apartment complex around 3pm. My friends are hosting a BBQ and their sons will be joining us. I’ve already been told that their older son Ian is gay and lives down the Gold Coast and their younger son Brian is competing and the finals are on Sunday morning.
Around 5pm Ian arrives and he is pretty cute and not too outwardly gay (I probably wouldn’t have known unless I had been told). Half an hour later, the younger son arrives and I recognize him straight away. It is Brian. I am introduced to Brian who, from his eyes, recognizes me but we both pretend we are strangers meeting for the first time. I am also introduced to Brian’s long term girlfriend, who is just as hot as he is. Seriously, they could be in underwear commercials.
We all have a great night, some other people join us. Brian and his girlfriend left first, they both were competing the next morning but the rest of us hung out until the wee hours of the morning.
The next day we all went down and watched Brian and his girlfriend in their competitions, holy cow there were some amazing bodies and a lot of guys in speedos (including Brian). Things wrapped up around midday and the gay brother, Ian, invited me to come around for a pool party at his place. My friends were going out to see some friends so sounded like a great way to spend the afternoon. Ian walked me the two blocks from the unit to his rental house and on the way he told me that he is gay and some of his gay mates would be at the party, just making sure I was OK with it. I told him I was OK with it but I didn’t want to tell him about my gay tendencies just yet (his parents have no idea).
Ian’s house was like a uni students house, I think there were four blokes living there and it was very cool. There was some cricket on the TV which was out in the pool area.
After playing some back yard cricket (with a beer in hand most of the time) we headed to the pool. Being the Aussie Speedo Guy, I had speedos on under my dork shorts but since I was a guest, I waited to see what the speedo tolerance level was.
I was pleasantly surprised that most of the guys were speedo’ing it up. So I dropped my dork shorts revealing my new Addicted speedos which I have been loving lately (I’ve shared a bunch of my speedo selfies on my blog and social media).
It was these speedos that gave my identity away. Walking out of the bathroom Ian blocked me in the hallway and asked me if I was Aussie Speedo Guy. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but I didn’t really have a way out of this conversation so I admitted that yes, I am. I asked Ian not to share that with anyone, particularly his parents.
Ian said he was fine to keep my secret, on the condition that I fucked him.
Sorry guys, the rest of this experience is going to be for members only. If you’d like to join, it is only $5.
A hot story Dave, building for more. Can’t wait.
Hot damn Dave, that’s the stuff dreams are made of!