It was a week ago today that I got back from a week in the country and I was super horny.  I needed to dump a load (or three) and have some kind of human contact.

I was out house sitting for some friends and while it was beautiful, the country is quiet and lonely.  I did get a bunch of work done and you guys are enjoying the fruits of my loneliness with all the new movies on my sites but I was hella horny.  Before I left the house in the country I had texted Slave Boy to see if he wanted to hook up that Monday night.  He replied yes, and asked if he could bring a friend.  I also replied yes, of course.

Slave Boy and I hooked up a month or so ago for the first time.  It was on online/mobile app connection (email me and I’ll tell you which app if you are curious).  You can read about that experience on my blog.

Enough intro.

It is about 6pm, it is dark and there is a knock at my door.  I answer the door wearing only my black Arena speedos (here are some pics of me wearing those).

The two Slave Boys enter after brief introductions.  I let them in, close the door and order them to strip. Both of them are wearing black speedos which is great (surprise surprise, Aussie Speedo Guy likes guys in speedos).  I just stood there with my raging hardon watching these two twenty year old guys strip down to their speedos.  The new guy walked up to me and bold as you can be, started rubbing the front of my speedo and told me that they were there to serve me.

He lowered himself to his knees in front of me as he gently lowers my speedos. The Original Slave Boy was then on his knees behind me.  Then their tongues were all over, front and back.

It was in that position that I had my first of three orgasms.

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I found Slave Boy (just what I’m calling him because he likes it, and he reads this blog) about six weeks ago.  I wrote about it on this blog here, it started with me explaining how much I hate it when guys on online dating/hookup apps don’t provide any information.

It was a bit of a rant but hey, if I’m on Grindr, I’m looking to get it on and when someone has a blank profile with no photos, no information, no age and then they message me saying “Hey” I get even more frustrated.

While I was having my rant I had one reply that day which was interesting.  It was from a young guy looking for a Master or someone to Dominate him.  His profile had photos, information about him, what he was looking for and we started up chatting.  A few hours later, he was at my door and not long after that, I was inside him.  Actually, I pinned him against the door and plowed his tight little butt hole.

Fast forward to earlier this week and I was heading home after a week house sitting for some friends out in the country.  It was nice and quiet but lonely and sexless.  So I was horny as hell and Slave Boy had arranged a fuck session the night I got home.  He asked if he could bring a friend.

What do you think my answer was?

Guys, I’ve got to duck out and do some chores but I’ll finish sharing this with you tomorrow morning.  It will give you a chance to catch up on what happened the first time I met Slave Boy (click here to read that).

I can’t believe what dirty fuckers these two young guys were.  It took me years before I experimented with the things they they are up for.  Enjoy the Movie of the Week as well.

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.

If any of you guys on here use hookup Apps like Grindr, or Scruff then can I share with you a little bit of advice.

Don’t say “Hey”.

This is a pet hate of mine and here is a screen shot o my Grindr account today.

None of those guys received replies.

When I’m on Grindr… I am looking to start chatting with a guy whom I will meet up and have sex with.  Hey is probably not going to get my interest because it seems like you are lazy.  Who wants a lazy lover?

I share this screen shot a few days ago with the Hawaii Speedo Student and he completely agreed with me but he added to the exasperation by bringing up guys who have no info or pics on their profiles.  I hate this too.  My profile is as complete as I can possibly make it.  I’m still discreet so I don’t have any face pics on there but I have lots of pics of my body and I’m happy to share face pics when I get chatting with a guy.

A little over a month ago I hooked up with a you guy I started chatting with on Grindr.  I wrote about it and you can read what he messaged me – click here.

Sorry for the rant but c’mon guys!!!

After my online rant (on my blog) about guys on online hookup apps making no effort, I need to share with you guys what happens when someone makes some effort.

During my rant, I mentioned that I received eight messages on the app (it is a gay hookup app, you can email me if you’d like to know which one I use).  Seven of the eight were from guys saying “Hey” with blank profiles.  Usually I reply to “Hey”, with “That is what horses eat.”  Most of the time, the lazy moron on the other end doesn’t get it.

The eighth messaged I received was from a guy whose profile was complete.  He had half a dozen photos of himself, including several face pics, he listed his age and what he was in to.  His profile said he was looking for guys that would like to master/dominate him and that he loves being a submissive bottom.  His message to me was an actual paragraph asking me if I would be interested in that role, he said he couldn’t host but could travel and we were less than twenty kilometers from each other.

A cute, skinny, twenty-two year old guy wanted to drive over and let me use him, sounds great!

We sent some messages back and forth, I shot him a face pics of me, we set some sexual boundaries and arranged a time for him to come over.  An hour or so later, my door bell rang and he was right on time, to the minute actually.

At my unit here I have an internal shared staircase so I buzzed him in ad cracked the door to my unit (Seinfeld style).

It wasn’t long and he, I called him ‘Slave Boy’, walked in the door.  I was standing in my living room waiting.  I was wearing a pair of red lycra speedos and nothing else.  Once he closed the door behind him, I told him to stay there, in front of the door, and take his clothes off.  He did.  Slave Boy was then standing there butt naked.  What a tastey looking twenty-two year old body he had.  He was shaved and had a healthy looking cock that was mostly hard.

Since I have a thing for guys in speedos, I threw him a pair of black lycra speedos that are a bit too small for me and told him to put them on.  I personally find a guy in speedos even hotter than a naked guy.  Slave Boy looked fantastic in my speedo and they fit him perfectly.  His cock might have stiffened a little bit as well and it was stretching the lycra material in the front.

Slave Boy then just stood there, waiting for further instructions.

I told him I’d have to pat him down to make sure he wasn’t recording anything or had any weapons on him.  Of course he didn’t, I had just seen him naked but it was part of the role.  As ordered, Slave Boy turned around facing the door, put his hands on it and spread his legs a little bit.

His butt looked fantastic.  Slim, firm and I just wanted to eat it then and there.  I knew I’d get to fuck it soon enough.

Walking up behind Slave Boy I roughly grabbed the back of his neck and pushed it against the door.  I was talking in his ear trying to sound angry that he was late.  Unintentionally, my cock, which had been one hundred percent hard since before Slave Boy arrived, touched his butt crack.  It felt good.  While I was talking dirty in his ear I began to dry hump Slave Boy’s bum.  The combination of both of us wearing speedos made it nice and slippery. Both our hips were grinding back and forth.

I had one hand on the back of Slave Boy’s neck and with my right hand I slid it from his hip and reached around the front to his cock. It was covered with the lycra material but I started stroking/rubbing it.

“Thank you Master Dave”, came out of Slave Boy’s mouth in a bit of a whimper, I told him to “Shut Up”.  I do have neighbours and we were against my front door so it wouldn’t take much for someone walking past my door to hear any noise that close.

He was getting close to orgasm.  If we had kept it up, I would have had an orgasm grinding against his bum as well but I knew Slave Boy would beat me to cumming, he was twenty-two after all.

Whispering in his ear, I told him not to cum, and if he did, he would be punished.

I think that Slave Boy tried to resist cumming but he was no match for my right hand stroking his cock.  He spasmed, and let out a quiet “Aaaghhhh” as he started cumming.  His wet cum started oozing through the lycra of the speedo. When his cock stopped twitching my hand was covered in his cum, he must have shot a big load inside his speedo which would have been one cummy mess.

Now it was time for his punishment.

In his ear, I told Slave Boy that I was disappointed he disobeyed me and came in the speedos I had loaned him.  He knew that he had to be punished and stepping back I told him to keep his hands on the door and to bend over more.

I walked over to my kitchen, pulled my cock out the top of my speedo and tucked it under my balls, I put a condom on and quickly smeared it with lube.  My cock was rock hard.

At first I thought of pulling Slave Boy’s speedo down but I wanted to keep that cummy mess of his in one place so I managed to pull the bum part aside and got access to his pucker hole that way.  Not the easiest route but I managed to get the tip of my cock at his back door entry.  I told Slave Boy to count down from five.

“Five, four, three, owwwww.”  I slipped my cock in on three to surprise him.

A guy did that to me a few years ago and it had really taken my breath away.  For me, the guy slammed his cock all the way in but for Slave Boy I just poked the head of my cock inside him.  Taking it slowly, I gently slid in and out, in and out, a little bit deeper each time and Slave Boy’s hips were rocking back to meet my trusts so he wanted more.  Then I was making those entire cock length long strokes in and out of him.  My cock was so incredibly hard!

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.