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.

I get a whole bunch of emails from people asking me favours, asking me to promote different businesses, asking me for sex advice and of course, asking me for sex.

You wouldn’t believe the number of these emails that are barely coherent.  Maybe people email me after a few adult beverages?  You would think that if you were asking someone for a favour, or a business proposition, or for sex; you would run it through a spell checker.

One experience, which I had a few years ago, started with a proper email that someone had taken the time to sit down and write properly.  His name was Russ and he ran a men’s massage retreat.  I wasn’t allowed to share my experience at the time in the interests of discretion, but after talking to Russ just last weekend, he thinks that it is OK if I share my experience with you guys.

Russ’s first email was him introducing himself and his Massage Retreat in the hills behind Byron Bay

Byron Bay is a fancy beach town north of Sydney, lots of celebrities hang out there, such as Olivia Newton John, Chris Hemsworth, Zac Efron, Nichole Kidman and I’ve read that Matt Damon hangs out there these days.

Russ was asking me if I would mind helping him out with buying banner ads for his website and some online promotion advice. I was more than happy to help out and share some advice, plus, it was a little bit of side money for me.

Right off the bat Russ said he would love for me to come and see the property, see what his business does and would love for me to stay a few days was his offer.

After a few months working together, I had a window of spare time so I decided to go up and meet Russ in person.

It was a seven hour drive and as I drove in to the property, I saw just how beautiful a spot it was.  Not a resort, just a big mansion of a home.  Russ had seen me drive up and welcomed me at the front door.  He was wearing a pair of white AussieBum speedos and nothing else.  We had worked pretty closely over the preceding months and it was like catching up with an old friend.

Walking through the front door I could hear a bit of chatter coming from the main living area of the house, and there were at least half a dozen cars in the drive way so the house felt like it was full of people.

Before I would have a chance to find out, Russ told me to take my luggage up stairs, my room was second door on the left.  He knew I had just driven 7 hours so he told me to freshen up and come and see what this place was all about.  Russ told me that the guys were all either in speedos or nude and I was welcome to wear either.  I knew this already from some of the pics and videos I had worked on when dealing with the promotional material.

I had a quick shower, threw on a pair of ADIDAS 3-stripe speedos and headed down stairs.

Walking in to the main living area of this beautiful home I was in awe.  There were ten men, half completely naked, half wearing speedos.  It sounds like heaven right?  The youngest was twenty-five years old, the oldest mid fifties and all sorts of body types.  It wasn’t an AussieBum model shoot but the guys looked good.

Half the guys were working around a couple of massage tables and half the guys were with Russ standing by a bar.  Russ waved me over and handed me some kind of juice.  The juice concoction was pretty rotten but you guys know I put all sorts of things in my mouth and I swallowed it down.  I was introduced to the guys and when I had finished my drink Russ asked if I would like a massage?  Of course I would!

Russ lead me over to a massage table out on the patio and told me to get up and lie on my back.  Four of the guys had followed him out.

I felt a little embarrassed lying there, in all my speedo glory, in front of four and a half strangers (Russ is the half).  Russ gave a little introduction as to the massage technique that I was going to receive and I’m sorry but I can’t remember any of those details.  I was wondering which of the guys was going to give me my massage when Russ directed each of the guys to one of my arms or legs.

Turns out, I was going to receive a massage from four guys…. at the same time.

I’ve got to tell you guys, I have never really enjoyed getting a massage. In my teens I had a couple after sporting injuries and the whole time I was tense just trying not to get an erection.  As an adult, I’ve had a couple after triathlons which were fully clothed and I was super sore but if I had to lie down with very little clothing, I’d still be lying there thinking “Don’t get a boner”.

When Russ and I previously chatted about me coming up, we had this ‘erection’ discussion and I said I’d be fine not being on the massage table but he assured me that being a professional, he has techniques to deal with that and I shouldn’t be worried, lots of guys get boners when receiving a massage.

So there I was, lying on a massage table with four sets of hands on me and all I was thinking was “Don’t get a boner”.

When I laid down, they put a cool towel that smelled of something fruity over my eyes so I couldn’t see anything.  It wasn’t tied down, it was just draped over my eyes and forehead.  This definitely made me hornier not being able to see what was going on. “Don’t get a boner” was what I was saying in my head but my brain does not have that kind of control over my cock and within a few minutes, my cock was rock hard and as I was only wearing a speedo, there was no hiding it from the four masseurs and Russ.  Nobody said a word about it for a few minutes even though it was right there in front of their noses. Which made me even hornier.

Finally Russ had to deal with the elephant (no it isn’t that big) in the room.

He put his palm on my chest and said “Dave, you are very tense, you need to relax. Would you like me to use one of my ‘professional’ techniques to help with your beautiful erection?”

“Sure thing Russ.”

Russ then asked for a volunteer from the four guys who were still working each one of my limbs and he got a volunteer pretty quickly.  I couldn’t tell who it was from their voice.

Then, I felt a hand on the front of my speedo which started rubbing it.  Then, the mystery hand undid the drawstring.  Then, the waistband was pulled out, down and tucked under my balls.  Two very oily/slippery hands started working my cock and balls in the worlds most amazing handjob ever.

I started wriggling in pleasure.

Russ, whom I guess took the limb of the guy who was jerking me off, gave some instructions to the guys and all of a sudden I was pinned down.  It was cleaver how they did it, instead of holding me by my wrists and ankles the way I would do it, they pinned me down by my elbows and knees.  I could move my hands and feet, but was pinned down to the table.  Only a slight thrusting of my hips was possible which is what I was doing as I approached my orgasm.

A split second before my cock exploded, I felt lips encircle the head of my cut cock. That mouth was where every last drop of my cum went, not a drop or drizzle was spilt.

Calming down, the pressure on my elbows and needs was released as the mouth on my cock was removed, with one last lick down the tip.  My speedo was pulled back up and the drawstring was retied.  Russ, complimented the guys on their work and said that he could already see how relaxed I was.

I really felt a lot better and much more relaxed now that my cock was calm.

The guys got to work on me and Russ was giving them instructions and it was really nice.  So nice… I fell asleep.

I’m not kidding you.

I had a long day of driving and I had gotten up early, maybe there was something in the vegan fruit shake thingy?

When I woke up, two hours had passed and the sun was setting.  The guys had put a blanket over me which was sweet of them.

I got up off the massage table and stretched, I heard some noise and chatter coming from around the side of the house which I thought I should investigate.  Remember, I am wearing a pair of speedos and nothing else.

Poking my head around the corner, there was a hottub with five of the retreat guests in it.

They saw me and the jokes started calling me sleepy head and sleepy smurf.  I asked them if I could join them in the hottub and as I got in they offered me a shot glass.  I thought it was a ‘retreat’, no booze and all hippy vegetarian food?  I was informed that being the last night of their retreat, it was a party night and they all expected to get rather drunk after a week of detoxing and being good boys.

The shot was tequila and as soon as I had swallowed it, the glass was topped up.

Everyone was in a great mood and conversation flowed.  After a while I just had to ask them, was this ‘retreat’ just a sex trip?  Do some massages during the day and learn some skills, but is it really about just having sex?

One guy, his name was John, was sitting on the edge of the hottub wearing a pair of classic AussieBum black speedos.  He said, I’m straight and here to learn how to massage.  This declaration of his straightness was met with heckles from everyone calling him out for being the gayest straight guy ever.  John defended himself saying that he hadn’t done anything gay during the retreat.  If other guys sucked his cock or let him fuck their arse, they were the gay ones.  Hahaha.  I liked John.

John was one of the foursome who massaged me.

I announced to the hottub that someone had sucked me off, by the sounds of it, it wasn’t John, so there were three potential candidates.  I felt like I owed someone a blowjob.

The guys were not going to tell me.  I went around the hottub asking each of them, did you swallow my cum?  I think I had an idea who it was but they all claimed it wasn’t them.  If I didn’t know who it was, then I’d have to give them all a blowjob to return the favour.

Sitting opposite me in the hottub, one of the guys was wearing a blue pair of Budgy Smuggler speedos, he was sitting on the edge with his feet dangling in the water.  His cock was right at my eye height and with my announcement that I owed everyone a blowjob he looked at me, winked and rubbed the front of his speedos.

Pretty obvious invitation if you ask me.

I moved across the hottub and reached out to replace his hand with my hand on the front of his speedo.

I had been introduced to Mr. Blue Speedo but I couldn’t remember his name.  His cock came to life in no time as I rubbed it with my right hand and I slipped my left hand lower down and rubbed his balls and even a hint of arsehole play.  Just as I was about to pull his cock out and start sucking he started undoing the white drawstring himself which released some of the strain on the nylon material that was holding his cock in.  The waistband of his speedo released and I got my first view of his uncut cock.

Opening wide, I took his cock in my mouth and moved the waistband down below his balls.

I started with a lot of tongue around the head of his cock working between his foreskin and cock head.

With my concentration focused on working my tongue over his cock, I hadn’t noticed but one of the other guys had slipped in to the water behind me.  I didn’t know who it was but he was rubbing my butt.  Changing my oral technique from licking and flicking, to sucking and stroking.  Looking up I noticed that one of the other guys had gotten out of the hottub and was sitting next to Mr. Blue Speedo.  They started making out and it wasn’t long before I felt the cock in my mouth spasm and then unload in my mouth.  I took every last drop and didn’t remove my mouth until I had sucked him dry.

Moving back someone handed me another shot of tequila and the boys gave me a little round of applause.

My celebrations didn’t last long though, the guy who had been making out with Mr. Blue Speedo was sitting there with an erect cock waiting to be enveloped by my mouth.  He was completely naked and as I moved between his legs, Mr. Blue Speedo slid back in to the pool.

I repeated my same performance and a little while later, I was swallowing my second load of cum for the night.  The boys gave me a shot to wash the cum down.

Looking around the hottub I wondered who was next?  Two of the guys were cuddling each other and I looked at them but they told me they are a committed couple.

The only person left was Josh, the gayest straight guy.  He was sitting on the edge of the hottub wearing a classic black Speedo brand speedo and he had a raging hardon which was not hidden my the small amount of lycra he was wearing.

John nodded his head towards his cock, clearly indicating that he was keen for a blowjob.

I slid up between his legs and started rubbing the front of his speedo.  It was then that I asked him if he has ever sucked cock himself?  He replied that he hadn’t.  So it wasn’t John that sucked me off during my massage and that being the case, I told him that I’d suck him off, but only after he had sucked me off.

Sorry guys, I’ve gotta keep some secrets for my members.  It is them who allow me to spend the time and money to keep this blog running.  If you join now, you can read what happened with John.

This is a bit of an early Xmas present for you guys.

I had intended this story/experience to be for Members Only, but I spoke with the guy who wrote it and he has allowed me to publish it publicly.  This is in part because he has just finished writing a Part 2, which will only be available for members.

This is really hot and I enjoyed it…..

I’m not out to my parents, so for a few months there I had no social life, no sex life and no money. Pretty embarrassing having to go to your Dad cap in hand asking for money to fill up the car with petrol.

Don’t get me started how sexually frustrated I was. Before COVID hit, I was enjoying my promiscuity as all twenty year old gay guys should be.

Sitting around my parents house all day on my own I started jerking off on one of the video websites for amateurs. If I’m jerking off four times a day, I might as well get paid for it. Unfortunately, it didn’t pay very well, I’m guessing I wasn’t the only horny young guy who was jobless and horny.

A week or so after I started the webcam thing I was getting over it, the financial rewards were pitiful.

Just as I was about to delete my account, I received a message from one of my fans or followers or whatever that website calls them.  As I read the message my heart dropped, the guy/fan said that he loved my videos and that he thinks he knows me, is my real name Troy? That is my real name but I had not disclosed it anywhere on my profile and I was furious that I was silly enough to put my real home town on there. I was panicking since I’m not out to my family or anyone in my home town. As if my life couldn’t be more over.

Gathering some composure, I continued reading the message.

If you are Troy then you went to school with my kids so you know me and live just around the corner. Don’t worry, I will keep your secret if you keep mine.

Let me tell you my secret, there are a few guys like myself (married and outwardly straight) who have a poker night each week and instead of playing poker, we fuck.

Your profile said you like older guys, and we like younger guys, would you like to come to our poker night?

Hope you get back to me Troy….

I do like older men, I am sex starved so I thought why not.

I replied back that I was Troy and I was given the address of the house for that nights ‘poker game’.

The guy didn’t give me his name but I knew the address and he was right, his son and I were in the same class at high school and I had even had a sleep over or two at their house.  Of course I had no idea that the happily married ‘Dad’ was in to anything gay.

I arrived at the house right on time and The Dad opened the door, shook my hand and said he was very happy to see me.

He gave me a pretty stern talking to about being discrete and told me that if I couldn’t keep my mouth shut then I should leave now. I assured The Dad that I could keep a secret and told him that he better keep my secret as well since I’m not out to my parents.

With that agreed to, he invited me downstairs.  The downstairs is a games room where I had played video games as a kid not that many years ago. Following The Dad down, he told me that he had only mentioned to the other guys that there was a fourth poker player joining them but hadn’t told them any more.

Walking in to the games room I thought they might at least be pretending to play poker and have a table setup but there was no signs of a card game. There was a fifty something year old guy sitting on the couch wearing a business shirt and tie, his pants around his ankles and another fifties something looking guy on his knees sucking his cock. The Suit Man turned his head towards The Dad and I as we entered the room, when he saw me he swore.

The guy sucking his cock tried to look up but his head was forced down on the cock that he was sucking.

I was introduced as the new poker player and the guy receiving the blowjob on the couch asked if I was really ready to play poker with the big boys? A real mans man, who was getting his cock sucked by another man. To his challenge I replied that he should give me a go sucking that fat cock of his.

He told me to give it a try, and called me boy.

Walking over he let the guy who was sucking his cock off it. When the guy turned to face me we both recognized each other. I had dated this guys daughter in high school!

Swapping places he said “Hello Troy” and all I could say in return was “Hello Mr. Jenkins”.

Then I was on my knees looking up at a fat cock. The guy was hairy but had trimmed his pubes at some point so it was masculine, but not gross. I grabbed this fat, man cock, in my right hand and just went to town on it. It was slippery from the previous guy but it still tasted like cock, a taste I had missed for the last eight weeks.

I love sucking cock and I was engrossed in working this mans cock in my mouth. Gaggingly deep thrusts, then sucking the head, some long slow strokes with my hand and even just licking the tip. My mind was completely focused on the blowjob at hand, I had forgotten there were two guys watching this.

The Suit Man brought me back to my surrounds by telling the other guys that I had pretty good cock sucking skills, for a beginner.  I mumbled a rebuttal and he told me that he has been sucking cock before I even had one.

Popping my mouth off his cock I looked up at him and told him my arse wasn’t painted on and was someone ever going to fuck it? This made him smile was I was a little bit at the prospect of fucking my arse of course, but I think there was a little bit of a smirk at my cheekiness.

Suit Man started to move like he was getting up off the couch when The Dad said that since I was his poker guest, he had first dibs on fucking me.

Kneeling behind me he asked if I was clean.  I replied that I was on PREP and was tested just as the COVID stuff started. I asked him the same question and he laughed and said that the three of them had been married for twenty years and only fuck each other. He double checked if I was OK with bareback and I said I was.

I got back to Suit Man’s cock.  The Dad just pulled my shorts off, I helped him a little kicking them off. I was wearing a black speedo under my shorts and The Dad commented that he remembered that I was a swimmer in high school.  He decided to work around the speedo so just pulled the back of it aside to gain access to my arsehole.

The Dad was gentle with me, he softly probed my arse with his cock for a little while.

Then, he let it slide maybe half way in, it took my breath away.

While I had been playing with some butt toys my arse had not had anything even close to a cock in it for eight weeks and I felt it.  The Dad felt it as well and told the other men that my arse was as tight as a vice.

After my little gasp when The Dad first slid inside me, I concentrated on relaxing and I pushed back towards him, taking more of his length. I had Suit Man’s cock in my hand and he said that watching my face in pleasure but also in agony was just the cutest thing ever. As I took as much of Dad’s cock inside me, I was looking up at Suit Man, biting my lip and rolling my eyes.

The Dad then started sliding back out of my arse and I could feel his size.

He paused, then he started sliding it back inside me. This time, a little deeper.

I was moaning and really trying to relax my arse muscles. That was obviously not The Dad’s first time and he took it slow and didn’t hurt me.  Slowly, I was getting more comfortable and encouraged his rhythm to increase. I was even able to get back to work on Suit Man’s cock which had remained rock hard while he enjoyed the show. I started to really get in to it, rocking back and forth, cock in my arse and cock in my mouth. I had done this once before but then the guys were in their twenties instead of their fifties and it was a lot quicker and rushed. These guys were taking their time.

My rhythm gradually increased and The Dad was getting close, we were both getting close and our moans were pretty good indicators of that. I think I heard The Dad ask Mr. Jenkins if it was OK to cum inside me, the response was in the affirmative but I barely heard it because Suit Man had grabbed me by the jaw and was encouraging me to cum. He was telling me he wanted to see my cum face and I was lightly biting his thumb when my cock exploded in my speedos. I’m not sure if it was my orgasm moan, or my arse tightening as I came, but it was too much for The Dad and I felt him bury his cock with one deep thrust and he started filling my arse with his man seed.

Every orgasm feels good, but that was mind blowing!

Slowly, ever so slowly, The Dad slid is cock out of me. When the head popped out of my arse I had another gasp and it felt like my butt hole was gasping for breath.

Mr. Jenkins ask me if I was able to take another load? I told him I wanted another load in me and then I looked up at Suit Man and told him I wanted a load in my mouth as well.

This time things were more like my previous spit roast experience. Mr. Jenkins didn’t have the same patienceas The Dad did, but I was looser so he didn’t need to.  Suit Man started really getting in to it as well and was thrusting in to my mouth.

My knees were getting sore, I felt cum from my orgasm pooling around my balls inside my speedo and I felt cum oozing down the back of my thighs as Mr. Jenkins was humping away. I thought I was getting slutty before the COVID shutdowns but in this position, I was sluttier than I had ever imagined and it was such a turn on. My cock was back to hard.

It was Suit Man who approached orgasm first and he was thrusting his cock into my mouth and ramming it in. As he got to the edge of his orgasm I was stroking him furiously and I popped his cock out of my mouth but left my tongue on the tip of his cock and looked up at him. Looking in to my eyes sent him over the edge and his first rope of cum got my nose and cheek, his second and subsequent pulses of cum I took on my tongue and let him watch it make a white puddle.  It wasn’t until his cock was dry before I pulled my tongue in and swallowed his jizz.

Mr. Jenkins was grunting and fucking fast by now and like The Dad, he buried his cock deep and paused as he gave my arse its second full load of cum.

When he finally pulled out of me I stood up because my knees were pretty sore after all of that.

I pulled the bum of my speedos across so they fit like normal. Wow, I was a cum covered mess. Rope of cum on my nose and cheek, the front of my speedo was soaked, my arse was leaking cum and there was cum down my thighs to my knees.

The Dad told me that I should clean up at my house and indicated that I should grab my clothes.  No post sex cuddling with these guys.  Once I had picked up my clothes, The Dad handed me some cash. He said that the three of them would be telling their wives that they lost some money at poker tonight and that I could tell my folks I won at poker tonight.

He said that I was welcome to join their poker game in two weeks time. Then he told me I could let myself out.

I walked up stairs, put my clothes on and started the short walk back to my parents house. There was cum everywhere and I’m sure I was sloshing.  Back at my folks house I snuck around the back and I quietly slipped in to the hottub we had in the backyard.

Not ten seconds after I had slipped in to the hottub, I heard the backdoor to the house open and my Dad started walking towards to hottub (my real Dad, not The Dad from poker). I made sure I didn’t have any cum on my face before he had crossed the yard.  He was a little started when he noticed I was in the hottub but not a big deal. My Dad dropped his towel and got in to the hottub wearing a pair of black speedos as well (he always wears speedos and I used to think he was a dork because of it).

My Dad asked me how my night was and I said it was good hanging out with the guys. He asked me what we got up to and I said we played some poker.  Did you take their money, he asked? Yeah I took their money and ran, that is why I’m home earlier than expected. My Dad was proud and said that is what he taught me. How much did you win son? I had to admit that I wasn’t sure, I jumped out of the hottub and went over to my shorts and standing there in my speedos I counted the money that The Dad had given me.  It was $500.

My Dad said that if I can make $500 playing poker, I should be doing that more often.

Yeah, I think I would be attending poker night more often.

Part 2 will be available for Members Only, if you are interested in reading it click here to become a member (it is only $5 and helps pay some of the costs involved in running this blog).

A month or so ago I received the following email:

Dave,

My fiance, Taz, is a huge fan of yours and after he introduced me to your blog and other websites I’ve become a fan as well.

We both vicariously enjoy your sexual adventures and are long time members.

Your trip to Vegas with Penny and Pat was amazingly hot and sounded like a hot experience for all involved. It is something we would love to be a part of which is why I’m writing this to you.

For my birthday earlier this year, Taz arranged for a girl to join us, more particularly for a girl to join me which was a first for me and very enjoyable.

Taz’s birthday is coming up at the end of October and I was hoping to get him something just as special… I’d like to give him you for a night.

Let me tell you a little about ourselves…. (I’ve edited this out for the time being for privacy reasons).

Please reply if you are interested, or if you aren’t interested I completely understand.

Thanks
Rachel

Of course I would love to help take Taz’s gay virginity.

With a little bit of back and forth, it was all organized.

Rachel’s parents own an apartment on the Gold Coast which they AirBNB and they booked it out for me for a week. The Gold Coast is about a ten hour drive north from where I live and on Monday morning I was on the road nice and early.

The apartment was great, two bedrooms, two bathrooms, tenth floor overlooking the ocean at the Main Beach end of the coast. Tennis court, pool, hottub in the building and being the end of winter the place was pretty quiet, particularly during the week. As we had arranged I’d have the place to myself for a few days and Rachel, Taz and myself would catch up on Wednesday night when they would drive down from Brisbane and they’d spend a few days.

On Tuesday morning I went for a bit of an explore, the Gold Coast Indy car race was held over the weekend so the track was still setup which was fun to walk around. What I was really impressed with though were the number of guys I saw in speedos!!! At the Main Beach Surf Life Saving Club (which is a few hundred meters from the apartment building) I was greeted with an incredibly hot mid twenties guy showering off wearing a navy blue speedo. He was so gorgeous I had to compose myself before I dropped my shorts and went for a swim in my red speedo. After my swim I used the same shower and hopefully gave someone else the kind of view that I had experienced earlier.

Around lunch time I grabbed one of the bikes that were in the condo and rode over to the broadwater where they have a fenced in swimming area. They fence it off to keep the bull sharks out. While I was there, swimming swimming some lengths in my red speedos, I saw two more hot young guys strip down to speedos and swim some lengths.

I hadn’t seen a guy swimming in board shorts so far, well done Queensland!!!

When I got home I was so turned on by all this speedo eye candy I wanted to jump on Grindr and see if I could get some of these hot guys over for some fun, but Rachel had a plan for Wednesday night and I had to somehow contain my urges and refrain from any naughty activity, even with myself.

I managed, barely.

Fast forward to Wednesday evening, there was a knock at the door and I knew it wouldn’t be long until I could finally empty the full load of cum that I had been holding back for two days.

I was wearing the new red speedo that Paul the Politician had given me (you can read about that on my blog). The lycra in the front of the speedo was stretched tight by raging hardon and there was evidence of a little bit of precum oozing through the sheer red material.

Opening the door, I was greeted with Rachel and Taz, just as I had seen them in their photos…. wearing matching Budgy Smuggler swimwear. Rachel in a bikini, Taz in a speedo. Taz’s erection wasn’t at full mast but there was no hiding his bulge in the little Aussie speedo.

They had parked in the underground carpark, stripped down and caught the elevator up. Just imagine if you, or anyone, had pressed the elevator button and the doors had opened to this hot, early thirties couple.

Greetings were warm and the three of us were happy to finally meet in person and a little relieve that we were all what we said we were and looked like the photos we had exchanged. Although it was technically their home, I asked them in and poured some drinks. The three of us, clad only in our swimwear headed out to the deck overlooking the ocean and being ten stories above the ground, was very private.

There was some small talk but that isn’t why we were all here, small talk wasn’t why three strangers had just met each other in person for the first time wearing so little.

I asked Rachel about her first bisexual experience.

She had told me a little bit about it and went in to some pretty hot detail. The girl was someone they followed on Twitter and their meeting followed a similar script to how the three of us were meeting up now. It was hot hearing about it, Taz was thinking the same as I was by the look of the now full bulge in his speedo.

Seeing Taz so horny I thought that this was a good time to start things off.

I suggested to Taz that since he got to watch his fiance go down on a girl, it is only fair that he does the same. And with that, I pulled the front of my red speedos down and pulled my cock and balls over the drawstring.

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OK guys, this is the full story of how I met Paul the Politician.  Because Paul is a public figure, most of it is reserved for members.

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I couldn’t post too much on my blog (Aussie Speedo Guy) because Paul is married and is a bit of a public figure here in Australian politics.  But, after checking with Paul and running the first draft past him, I can now share with you guys some more details about how Paul and I met as well as what we got up to last week.

It all began about a year ago…

It was a Wednesday afternoon and I was sitting around the house in a pair of red speedos, horny and looking for someone to play with on one of those online dating/hookup apps (Grindr).  There was a guy I hadn’t seen before within one kilometer of me with a bathroom dick pic, it looked like he was wearing red speedos or red underwear briefs, I couldn’t tell so I asked him.

The guy, who went by Paul, replied that they were indeed red speedos and a brand that I hadn’t heard of before.  I received a second photo, it was the view of the front of his red speedo, his erect cock stretching the red lycra material.  Paul said that he took the photo five minutes earlier in his hotel bathroom and was looking for some discrete fun.  I told Paul I could be there in ten minutes.

Before I left Paul seemed concerned about discretion, I reassured him by saying that I’m Dave Speedo Evans (aka Aussie Speedo Guy).  I’ve been sued in the High Court by the evil Speedo Corporation because of my websites so discretion is pretty important to me as well.  On top of that, I’m not out to most of my friends and all of my family so I understand the need to keep things on the down low.  Paul said that he is a member of one of my websites catering to guys who love other guys in speedos and he knew all about my history.  He sounded excited to meet me in person after reading about all of my adventures of the years.  Paul told me what hotel and what room number, I told him I’d see him in ten minutes.

Ten minutes later, Paul opened the door of his hotel room.  He was wearing the red speedos and nothing else.

Paul is in his late forties, works pretty hard on his fitness but is strong and a little stocky, my height (just over six foot).  He is part of his local Surf Live Saving Club so has an amazing speedo tan, if anything it looks a little fake/Trumpish.  Short dark hair on his head, a little chest hair but not too much.   Paul is married, has two kids and rarely satisfies his gay tendencies.  He did have a bit of a regular fuck buddy who was in a similar position to him (married, with kids).  The guy was also a member of the Surf Life Saving Club and Paul has explained to me how that all happened and if I get his permission, I’d love to share his experience with you guys.  It is fucking hot!

There I was walking into the hotel room of this slightly famous Daddy whose red speedos weren’t concealing his fat, erect cock.

Walking in to someones hotel room is always a little awkward and I shook Paul’s hand.  I always think it is funny when I shake hands with a guy whom I know I’m about to do naughty things with.

I got to enjoy the view of Paul’s arse as I followed him into the hotel room, it was delicious and my cock started stirring.

“Mind if I grab that arse of your Paul?”

He replied in the affirmative and I moved up close behind him and started rubbing his firm arse cheeks through the red lycra.  The lycra material was silky smooth.  Now I was fully erect and after adjusting my cock in my own red speedos I slid my hands around from Paul’s butt to his hips and I rubbed up behind him.

I wasn’t sure how Paul would take this slightly aggressive move.  When he started grinding his arse against my cock and let out a slight moan I took that as a good sign.

My left hand followed the silky smooth lycra from Paul’s hip and started rubbing his big, full balls.  My right hand followed the silky smooth lycra from his hip around his waist line until I felt his cock and started rubbing it up and down.  I started nibbling on Paul’s neck while my hands worked their magic on the front side of his speedo while cock was teasing his arse.

It was amazingly hot for me, I’m guessing it was even hotter for Paul.

Funny how you can go from total strangers to being so intimate with a person in such a short time.  Paul’s manly smell, the taste of him as I licked and lightly bit his neck, the flexing of his arse as it grinded against me, the tenseness of his balls and the growing damp spot at the top of his cock as he oozed precum through the lycra of his speedos.  It was incredibly hot.

We maintained in this position for a while, Paul moaning louder and louder.  Although I was still fully dressed I was approaching orgasm and I could only imagine that Paul was as well.  I had to break this off, his cock had looked tastey from the photos he had sent me earlier that day and I had a craving to have his cock in my mouth so I broke off our embrace and directed Paul to lie on the hotel bed.

Seeing this man, whom I had seen on TV many times, lying there wearing nothing but a red speedo was hot.  I stripped down to my own red speedo and let him savoir the sight.

Standing over him, the two of us now only in our red speedos (with pairs being extremely stretched in the front), I asked Paul permission to suck him off.  Not surprisingly, he granted me permission.  As I got on my knees at the foot of the bed I told Paul just how much I had wanted to see him impressive cock in the flesh and how much I wanted it in my mouth.

I released Paul’s cock out the leg of his red speedo, it was a magnificent sight.  I haven’t seen many cocks I don’t like but some are prettier than others and Paul has a beautiful looking cock.  Ruler straight, not too veiny, thick and a nice length.  As we had discussed in messages, the base of his cock and balls had been recently shaved which is pretty much a prerequisite for me (who likes a smelly tangle of pubes?).

With my right hand gripping the base of Paul’s cock, I ran my tongue from where my hand was up the back of his cock all the way to its head.  I could hear that Paul liked this.

When my tongue got to the end of Paul’s cock, I then decided to give his bell end some attention and took the head in my mouth and started sucking and slurping just the end.  My right hand started stroking up and down and my mouth was focused on the tip.

I could taste Paul’s precum and it wasn’t long until he gave me a warning that he was about to cum and then he exploded in my mouth and I received a full load of his thick, creamy cum in my mouth.  There was little doubt how much Paul enjoyed his orgasm from his moans.  He had had a pretty full load of cum as well and I was still getting spurts of cum after seven or eight contractions of his cock.

When I thought Paul’s cock was fully drained I took the head of his dick out of my mouth and tucked his still pretty firm cock back into his speedo.

I moved my face from Paul’s crotch up past his stomach, over his chest to his face.  He was thanking me and I was interested in kissing him but I know how some guys are spent or just different post orgasm.  Thankfully, Paul wasn’t one of those guys and we started making out.  I’m sure I still tasted of his cum and he didn’t seem to mind as our tongues wrestled each other.

As you can imagine, I was horny as all hell.  Paul asked me if I wanted to use his mouth, or his arse.

We had discussed this in our messages prior to meeting up.  I consider myself versatile and Paul considers himself more of a bottom.  As it had been a while since Paul had any gay sex, his arse was eager for a good fucking and he warned me that it would be tight.  Despite the warning, when Paul broke off our kiss asking which hole I preferred, I chose door number two (the number two door – hehehe).

Paul, seemingly recovered from his orgasm told me that was a good choice. He jumped up out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ‘supplies’.

When Paul returned he had condoms and lube in his hands but to my surprise, he had replaced his red speedos with an AussieBum jockstrap.  Admiring his new attire, I dropped the tube of lube when he threw it to me.  By the time I had regathered my composure Paul was in the middle of the bed on all fours, his arse just there, waiting to be fucked.

The AussieBum jockstrap is the same one that I own, Paul later told me that it was my selfies that made him buy it and this is the first time he had worn it in front of anyone (including his wife).  It fit him perfectly as the straps on the arse side fit perfectly with the lines of his well defined speedo tan lines.  And it would prove a handy thing to hold on to.  Speaking of which I pulled my cock out the leg of my red speedos, popped the condom on, squirted some lube in Paul’s butt crack, squirted a glob of lube on my hand and then applied it to my rubbered up cock.

There must be jokes about wanting to fuck a politician in the arse and it was that thought that went through my head and made me smile and I lined up my cock with Paul the Politicians arsehole.

Man, it was tight.  My first attempt at sliding into him went no where.  I wasn’t sure I had lined it up right but leaning back, I was right at his entrance.  The second time I pushed a little harder and felt the bell end of my cock pop inside Paul.  He gasped.  I checked that Paul was OK which I said he was, just asked me to go slow since it had been a while.

An inch in, an inch out, an inch and a half in, and inch and a half out.  Getting everything lubed up nicely and making sure I didn’t pop out of him.  This took a while but Paul sounded like he was enjoying it and I know I was.

As everything was getting lubed up and loosened up a little bit Paul started backing up on my forward thrusts.  Wanting my cock deeper inside him.  The tell tale signs of someone who is a bottom and has bottomed before.  This made my cock slowly get deeper and deeper inside Paul with longer and longer strokes.  Then, with Paul pushing back and me thrusting forward, holding on to Paul’s cock strap I paused, as deep inside him as I could get.

I had been been on the edge of cumming for a while but the slower pace had kept me from getting too close.  Now I wanted to fuck Paul hard and I wanted to cum.  I asked him if I could pound this out.  He said he wanted me to pound him.

My slid out and I paused briefly with just the head inside him again, then with all my weight behind me, I trust back all the way inside him.  This time I didn’t pause, out again, leaving a little bit more than just the head inside and immediately back deep inside his arse.

There was no muting our pleasure at this point. Had someone been walking past in the corridor outside the room they would have heard two men in the throws of ecstasy.

I felt the orgasm starting from deep in my balls and I thought one more stroke, but it was one more,  one more again and I think I was so horny that it took me half a dozen strokes before my cum was exploding out of me.  My trusts were hard and deep into Paul’s arse.

Leaning back, I admired the view of Paul’s muscular back, the AussieBum jockstrap and my cock disappearing inside him.  Ever so slowly, I slide my cock out of him.

It was a hell of a mess so instead of completely ruining the bed we headed to the shower.

One heck of a hardcore fuck session.  Over the last twelve months Paul and I have been in sporadic contact but he hasn’t been on the coast since then.  A few weeks ago, Paul reached out to me and asked if I wanted to spend a week hanging out with him in Canberra.  It turned out that I was free that week and I drove the four hours down there.  It was even hotter than the first time we met and I need to sit down and write about that for you guys.  Keep an eye on my Aussie Speedo Guy blog for the details.

I like being tied up in speedos, I like tying other people up in speedos.  I think this comes from some of my very first sexual experiences where a friend and I would get horny, watch porn together and fool around (summer in Australia and of course we would end up wearing only our speedos).  We both put our cocks in each other mouth, I’m not entirely sure why but we would sit on a chair, tie our hands behind our backs, turn off the lights… maybe we though it wasn’t as gay that way – hahaha.