I was super horny all day yesterday, my usual fuck buddies were all unavailable so I was on my favourite gay hookup app.  I added some new photos of me and rewrote my profile description which mentioned “Couples or groups to the front of the line” since I had a threesome on my mind.  I got the usual thirty messages from guys with blank profiles and no pictures saying “Hey”.  They were ignored, deleted and then blocked.  Too darn lazy for me.

It got to 8pm and I had all but given up.  I had been busy working so I hadn’t had a beer, or a rum or a scotch, yet and in the back of my mind I was hoping that I would have to drive somewhere for some fun.  As 8pm came around I gave up hope of some action, I poured myself a scotch and setup a movie.  As the introduction screen for the movie was playing I checked one last time the hookup app on my phone.

The following message appeared: “I’m Christian, I’m straight, love speedos like you obviously do and need my cock sucked.  Info in my profile, if you need to know more please feel free to ask.”

That was the most coherent response I had received all day.  I pressed pause on the movie.

Christian and I sent some face pics back and forth and he looked like an adonis!  I asked him if he was an underwear model,, he was that beautiful.  Twenty-eight years old, dirty blonde hair, six pack swimmers body and he even had a speedo tan.

I asked him what he was doing on a gay hookup app if he was as straight,, as he claimed.

He said he had broken up with his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day (just a few days earlier), was home alone on a Friday night, a little drunk and horny. He had been blown by guys in the past and figured he would see if he could find someone willing to help him out.

We seemed to be getting along pretty well, I offered to host but Christian had already partaken in a few drinks so he offered to host.  I had a quick shower and got in the car for the forty minute drive north to Christian’s place.

I was wearing my new ADDICTED speedos (there are a bunch of selfies of me wearing them on my blog), Christian said he thought they looked hot from the pics I sent him, I was wearing a towel and a polo shirt.  If I was pulled over by the police I’m not quite sure how I’d explain not having any pants in the car at 9pm on a Friday night.

When I arrived at Christian’s house, I parked in front of his townhouse.  As per his request, I removed my shirt and the towel around my waist, and I made a near nudie run to his front door.

To be honest, it was pretty dark and his front door couldn’t be very well seen from the neighbours but I felt naughty standing there just wearing a speedo.  I went from feeling naughty to feeling worried when Christian didn’t answer the door for what seemed like an age.  Finally, I heard someone on the other side of the door and I was really hoping it was Christian and I had the correct address…. as the door opened my emotions went from worried to awe.

There was Christian, wearing the pair of speedos he had promised he would wear and they just suited his body perfectly, anything would have suited his body perfectly.

Jesus he was hot.

We shook hands and I followed Christian in to his living room.  He had this really comfy looking chair setup in front of the TV, which was playing some lesbian porn.  Following that perfectly sculptured butt of his, I barely heard it when Christian asked me “You OK if we get straight down to business Dave?”

“Hell yeah” was my reply.

Christian sat down in what he called his ‘blowjob chair’.  He had a glass of bourbon and coke next to him and he had been kind enough to put a pillow down for my knees.  I dropped to my knees in front of him.  I complimented Christian on his blowjob chair and his preparation.  Then I got to work.

He was fully erect from before I arrived and I started by rubbing my right hand up and down the length of his cock through the lycra of his speedo.  My left hand was rubbing the inside of his thigh from his knee all the way up to where his speedo prevented my access to his arse.

His cock was rock hard and pulsing, wanting to be free of the speedo, but I wanted to keep him on the edge for as long as I could.  My hand was sliding up to the very tip of his cock, which was glistening with precum, and then all the way down to the backside of his balls that were full like waterballoons ready to explode.

Finally, I moved my head down in to his crotch and I tasted the little wet spot of precum and his cock twitched at the touch on my tongue.

Christian was begging me to just pull his cock out and suck it.  I was trying to delay this as long as possible but he reached down and pulled his cock out the leg of his speedo.  My mouth enveloped the head of his cock before it had been fully released from his speedo.  I had to use my left hand to get his balls fully out.

I put my hands on the inside of Christian’s knees and lightly pushed out, opening him up.  My tongue flicked, licked and circled the head of Christian’s cock and when his hand reached down and was on the back of me head, and his hips thrust up off the couch, I was ready for the load of cum that was headed my way.

You guys know me, I took every drop of his cum and it was a solid mouthful.

When I felt his cock start to soften, I released it from the confines of my mouth and tucked his cock back in to his speedo.  “Fuck that was awesome Dave. You have some mad blowjob skills. Pour yourself a drink.”

I got off my knees and poured myself a drink, I had expected this to be a blow and go type of thing but Christian seemed like he wanted me to hang around.  Little did I know that two drinks and an hour later my cock would be in Christian’s mouth, while his was back inside mine again.  Sixty-nine style.

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Today is an absolute cracker of a day, light wind, not a cloud in the sky and high 20’s (celsius).

I just got back from a lovely walk up the beach and I am horny from all the speedo guys that are out there enjoying this weather.

A little bit north of where I am there is a dog beach and on the beach were two guys that I have seen before (I think on Sundays), they look late 30’s, fit/average build and both are always wearing speedos (which is why I remember them).  They have a couple of dogs as well.

I don’t want speedos to stereotype people but what do you think are the odds that these two speedo guys are a gay couple or gay fuck buddies?

I’m going to say it is pretty likely.

If either of those guys are reading this post, please get in touch with me because I would love to start my Sunday mornings off with….

Seeing you two at the beach:

Then I would take you guys up to the dunes (both or one at a time if someone needs to look after the dogs):

After I was done with you both, I would probably need a swim to clean up this mess:

There is a famous blue dress (the one President Clinton stained) and it feels like The Landlords blue speedos are becoming famous.  I’ve had three dozen emails regarding these blue speedos.

There isn’t anything special about them, they are a standard Speedo Endurance speedo, probably one size too big for me and I’ve owned a few pairs of these over the years.  They are great to swim train in because they last for ever and don’t fade from my experiences.

Note to Evil Speedo Corporation: see, I endorse your products.

Due to the overwhelming response I’ve taken a short movie with my phone of me jerking off in to The Landlords blue speedos.

The video is for members only guys.  Stop seeing these messages and join now, it is only $5.

My beach session yesterday turned out better than I had expected.

It all started with me writing on my blog about working on my speedo tan in the dunes a few weeks ago. I was just packing up to leave that day, and a couple (guy and girl) walked around the corner and we all surprised each other.  I wonder what they were doing sneaking around the dunes.  The three of us all just apologized and went our own ways, but I wish something naughty had happened.  I told my readers that if they wanted the location I’d be happy to share it and I received some emails from some of my members/fans.

There were two guys I emailed with who live near me and asked me to tell them next time I was headed to the beach to work on my speedo tan and maybe they would accidentally stumble across me.

Monday was looking like a cracker of a day so I emailed the two guys and told them where I would be, I also posted the details on my blog.  It is a beach that I haven’t been to before but I had found recommendations for it.  The recommendations were that there are often people sunbaking naked in the dunes or getting up to some fun.

Plan was all set.  I also told the guys (and everyone who reads my blog) that I would be wearing a new pair of Pink AussieBum speedos.  They are bright pink and I haven’t had the confidence to wear them anywhere in public yet but this seemed like an appropriate time to christen them and they should make me stand out.

I had told everyone I would be working on my tan by two o’clock and I arrived at the carpark about an hour earlier.

There were a few people about and it was fun looking at them through my sunglasses trying to figure out if any of them were the guys that would soon be joining me in the dunes. The walk to the beach takes about five minutes down a sandy path and I was wear a pair of black dork shorts (board shorts) that ride a little low on the hips so my pink speedo was visible. I had a towel, a backpack with my laptop and I cracked a can of Rum and Coke (very Aussie thing to do).

On the walk down to the beach I passed a few people who said hello and overall I didn’t get the feeling of a nude/naughty beach at all.  Just normal people.

Once the path ended the directions I looked up online said to follow a lightly used path to the north which runs parallel to the beach and just behind the dunes.  That is what I did.  About fifty meters along this path I stopped and removed my dork shorts.  Now I was wearing a baseball cap and a pair of bright pink speedo and nothing else.

The feeling of dropping ones shorts, to nude or down to a speedo, always gives me a thrill.  Probably why I have such a speedo fetish.

I walked for another five minutes or so along the back of the dunes and the only people I saw was what I assumed to be a gay couple sunbaking nude.  They had their back to me and were tucked in the dunes so they didn’t even see me walk past.

Finding a nice spot I setup my camp. It wasn’t in full view of the path but was a little bit discrete. It was just hidden enough from the beach to be private and when I walked over the dune the beach was just spectacular.  I could see people in the distance but there was absolutely nobody around. I needed to cool off so I walked down and jumped in the water.

After my quick dip I walked back up the beach towards my little spot in the dunes.  Cresting the dune I was surprised to see a guy had laid out a big picnic blanket next to my towel and was lying there on his back. He was wearing a pair of ADIDAS speedos and nothing else.  I took a second to soak in the view, the guy was average build, early to mid twenties, not very suntanned and the tan he had indicated he wore dork shorts instead of speedos usually. His black speedos fit him well but they were stretched from his cock that was erect and training at the lycra.

This must be Luke.

Luke became a member of my blog about three months ago and we have exchanged emails over that period.  Since pools have reopened here (COVID) Luke has gotten in to swimming for fitness and this has fueled his speedo fetish.  Luke has said that he has always loved speedos and now he is back swimming that fetish has been rekindled and he has hooked up with a guy at the pool which is the first time he has ever done something like that.  Today would be the second time that Luke would do something naughty in a public place.

Walking down the back of the sand dune, Luke saw me, smiled and stood up.

Introducing ourselves we shook hands.  I always find it funny when I meet guys I’m about to hook up with and we shake hands.

Luke commented on my pink speedo saying it sure stands out and he noticed it as he drove in to the carpark and got a glimpse of me walking down the path towards the beach.  I commented on his black speedo and we both looked down at his cock straining to escape it.

I asked Luke if I could touch it, he approved and I reach out rubbing his cock through the silky lycra.  I was sliding my hand from nearly his arsehole, up across his balls then along the full length of his shaft.

My cock was starting to stir and Luke reached out and started stroking my cock just as I was stroking his.

Out of my peripheral vision I saw movement coming from the trail.  Luke and I froze, our first reaction being that we had been caught doing something bad.

On the path looking at Luke and I was an older guy wearing a red speedo, a wide brim Akubra hat (Aussie version of a Stetson) and a towel over his shoulder. This must be Russel.  Another member of my site who had told me he’d love to come and watch some speedo action and he would wear a red speedo so I would know it was him.

Russel said hi and said not to let him interrupt us.

During the emailing back and forth setting up this meeting, Russel had disclosed that he is married, had adult kids and has never really done anything with any guys but his speedo fetish has given him some deep felt urges. I love married straight acting guys that have a gay side.  Russel has said that he would probably just watch and jerk off which is completely fine with me.

While Russel stood there enjoying the view of two guys with their hands on each other cocks, I felt the desire to suck some cock.  I got on my knees in the middle of Luke’s picnic blanket and my eyes were right at the height of the front of his speedo.

Luke pulled the elastic on the leg of his speedo and I put my hand in and pulled out his cock. The tip was glistening with precum and I looked up at Luke as my tongue stretched out and tasted it.

I was just flicking the tip of Luke’s cock with my tongue when I remembered that Russel was watching, he was standing pretty much side on to use about five meters away.  I moved my lips to the base of Luke’s cock on the far side from Russel (so that Luke’s cock was between my mouth and Russel).  Looking at Russel, I started sliding my lips back and forth along the full length of Luke’s cock, playing it like a harmonica.  Russel pulled his cock out the top of his red speedos and was stroking it.

There are lots of hot speedo porn movies on my site but I don’t think Russel had ever seen something like this in the flesh.

I motioned for him to come closer.  Then I went to town on Luke’s cock, sucking it properly like a real man.

Do you guys have wet dreams? I think that I have only ever had two.

Could be because I usually jerk off so much…

Last night, I went really close to having a wet dream.

This weekend is a long weekend (Monday is a holiday) and it is the last weekend of school holidays so I have been pretty much hibernating because it is so darn busy here. So, last night I was in bed nice and early, reading a book and I realized that I hadn’t jerked in like 3 days.  That is odd for me.  I wasn’t horny but I opened up my laptop, loaded SpeedoFetish.com (yes, I login to my site when I want to watch porn) and starting watching a speedo movie (was a movie featuring these two guys).

It wasn’t long until I was hard, jerking off and I unloaded in to a pair of Maroon AussieBum speedos that were handy. It was a big load and actually shot a little bit on to my chest.

That done, I kept reading for a little while and fell asleep.

Then, in the wee hours of the morning I woke up with a raging boner. My dream was very vivid and I can still remember it now as I write about it.  I was hanging out with Aussie guy Shannon (click here to see his photos), we were both just hanging out at an AirBNB property in speedos. I was trying to get him to suck me off but he made me suck him off.  I remember getting on my knees in front of his navy blue speedo brand speedos and sucking his cock through the lycra.

Then we went outside and started making out on the grass, just in our speedos. I knew we were in public and shouldn’t be doing it but I was just too horny.

That is when I woke up.

And proceeded to finish my dream….

While I feel this is a stand alone sexual experience, there was a first chapter/phase/preface where the Married Guy met me at the local pool.  If you haven’t read that part, I think you might enjoy it.  You can find it on my blog or my main website.

Where I left off was me walking out of the changing rooms at the local pool after the Married Guy ruined my ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos.  He ruined them by jerking me off on the inside of those speedos and him cumming on the backside of those speedos.  As promised, he gave me an AussieBum jockstrap which I put on in the change rooms.  I got dressed before the Married Guy (he had come from the office and was wearing a suit), so I left the change rooms telling Married Guy I’d see him at my place in 10 minutes.

I had been given instructions that he wanted me wearing nothing but my new jockstrap, on my knees, on my bed when he arrived.

That is exactly what I intended to do but I had my own little surprise for the Married Guy.

A while back, the guys from Mensuas.com (an awesome online swimwear shop) started selling the ‘Daddy’ line of jockstraps and pretty naughty underwear.  I’ve really gotten along with the guys from there and they sent me some ‘samples’.  There was one item in particular, this very sexy jockstrap, that I’ve been thinking about giving to the Married Guy.

Click on the image to visit the online store if you are interested in buying one.

This jockstrap wouldn’t be able to contain the Married Guys cock but I didn’t think it would have to for very long.

Once I got home from the pool, I put the Daddy Jockstrap on my door handle and texted him that I had something I wanted him to wear this afternoon as well.  And I told him to lock the door behind him.  If a delivery man came by it would be pretty funny to see a sexy jockstrap on the door handle and I wanted him to lock the door just in case any of my mates came over.  Explaining why I was getting fucked by a guy nearly twice my age would be a tough one.

Then I stripped down to my new jockstrap, laid out some condoms and lube and I was nice enough to lube my arse up a little bit for him.

I heard the Married Guy pull up outside my house.

I got on my bed, got on all fours and my lubed up arse was pointing at the doorway.

I heard my front door open, close and the lock turn.

Then, I heard the Married Guy taking his clothes off.  His shoes hitting the floor, him removing his belt.