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…..

Sorry guys, I’m going to keep the rest of this for members only.

Today is looking like a cracker of a day and I’m off to the beach to work on my speedo tan and perhaps create some naughty speedo memories.

Two weeks ago I told you guys about being in the dunes and having a couple stumble across me (click here to read that post) and after that I received half a dozen emails from members (another dozen from non-members) asking me where the spot was.

During those emails conversations, two of the guys/members who live up here in Queensland were keen to join me for a day at the beach.  Today is that day and the three of us are going to ‘stumble’ across each other in the dunes.  I’m going to sack up and wear my new Pink AussieBum’s (so I stand out) and I’m about to head out now.

We aren’t going to the beach I was at two weeks ago, we are going somewhere that I’ve read about and sounds like it will be perfect.

Here is what I read (members only, sorry guys):

Here is a map, purple is where I’m going to park and then follow the directions:

Random Guys at the Beach

I am happy to report that my first intentional Dogging experience was a resounding success.

As per the advice I read online, I arrived at the carpark around 11am. There was nobody around but a half dozen cars were there which was surprising for such an out of the way beach, but it got me excited wondering if all of these people were here for the same reason I was.

Grabbing my pack I began the five minute walk through the bush to the beach. My pack contained towel, sunscreen, couple of beers, my laptop (to do some work in case there was no action), condoms and lube (in case there was action). The short walk was nice, I should have worn shoes but I was just wearing dork shorts (boardies) over my red speedos. I thought about stripping down to my speedos straight away but didn’t know if maybe there would be normal people out walking their dog or something.

I know I should have more speedo confidence and not care, but I’m only human.

As the ocean came in to view I saw the path headed to the north through the dunes. It wasn’t overly used and if I wasn’t looking for it I might have missed it.

The path was on the edge of the back of the dunes and the beginning of the bush and was easy to follow. After fifty meters or so I felt like I was far enough away from the main trail from the carpark to the beach and I dropped my dork shorts.  Hopefully anyone I came across would be there for the same reasons I was.

What would you do if you were walking along a bath and saw me walking towards you wearing just my red speedo?

The first people I saw were an old couple (male/female) who could have been in their seventies.  They were kitted out with fold out chairs and were both reading books and were completely stark naked. Not exactly what I was looking for and as I walked past they both said hello which I returned.  It was like passing someone in the grocery store which is weird. I kept walking for perhaps three hundred meters and only saw two old guys, each on their own just working on their all over tan. Neither of them were facing my direction so they didn’t see me. As I kept walking I felt like my chances of coming across anybody was decreasing.

The mission seemed like a failure. At least I could work on my speedo tan.

I found a spot that was secluded and couldn’t be seen by anyone walking on the beach, but could be seen if someone was walking along the Dogging path.

I received an email from one of the members the other day asking if I knew of any beach spots for ‘Dogging’ around Sydney.

Dogging… I have heard the phrase but wasn’t 100% sure of exactly what it meant.  So I looked it up.

From wikipedia:

Dogging is a British English slang term for engaging in sexual acts in a public or semi-public place or watching others doing so.^[1] There may be more than two participants; both group sex and gang banging can be included. As observation is encouraged, voyeurism and exhibitionism are closely associated with dogging. The two sets of people involved often meet either randomly or (increasingly) arrange to meet up beforehand over the Internet.^[2]

While I’ve hookup in the dunes and I did once get to watch a couple (male/female couple which I wrote about – click here to read about it) I didn’t know it had its own term.

During my research for this member, I discovered a place that is supposed to be ‘well known’ for that kind of activity.  It is a little bit remote and the directions are clear on where to go.  So today, I’m headed up there to work on my speedo tan, I’m taking the laptop to do some work but fingers crossed…. I’ll be doing some ‘dogging’.

I promise to give you guys a full report tomorrow.

Anyone here been in places where this is common?