I have blowjobs on my mind….

I’m half way through writing about taking the Married Guy to the beach where the New Slave Boy gives out free blowjobs.  I wrote about the first time I went up here and you can read about it if you are interested – click here.

I often get a hard time for not writing about my experiences quickly enough.  What you guys need to understand is that for me to write about say this experience in the dunes it will take me 8 to 10 hours.  I try and write it, leave it a day, then go back and check it which most of the time end up with lots of it being rewritten.  With the stuff I write about the Married Guy, I email it to him to read and check, then I get it back and give it another proof read.

This is on top of my usual work day which is 8 to 10 hours a day.

I do love it and it sounds like you guys love read about my experiences as well.

Taking the Married Guy up to the sand dunes was amazingly hot.  This is something he would never do, he is completely in the closet and he still can’t believe he hit on me at the pool two years ago, which started our sexual friendship.

I am half way through writing about this and will have it published here in the next 48 hours.  If you like blowjobs you might be interested in reading about it.

In the mean time, here are some speedo blowjob pics…..

This is a story I posted over on BisexualDave.com but since it is so hot I thought I’d share it with members here.

After our encounter over the weekend (you can read that on my blog), Jess and I were spending a lot more time around one another outside of class. One particular afternoon in mid May we were once again going to meet up at the mall after I had spent some more time at the library.

Once we were at the mall and had found a place to sit and eat, Jess brought up bathing suit shopping again. I asked her why she needed another new bikini (as if you can ever have enough, right? but I was young and foolish…)

She said, “Not for me this time, for you.”

“Oh,” I said. I knew where this was going. This was back in the 90s and Speedo had a chain of retail stores. There was one in the mall. I’d never been in it, I’d never needed to. The swim club where I swam had a store where you could buy your suits, goggles and anything else you needed, so I’d always just gotten my speedos from there.

It was late in the evening, so the mall was not crowded and stores would be closing in about an hour and a half, so I didn’t think the chances were high that we would be seen by people we knew, and trying on speedos for Jess sounded like fun.

“Ok, sure,” I said.

“You didn’t really have a choice.”

We got up and walked over to the store front. The store was deserted except for the one sales clerk behind the counter. The store wasn’t very big, with women’s suits on the left wall, two tiers high. The middle of the store were displays of goggles, caps, bags, sweats, etc. On the right side were the men’s suits.

This was the glory days before jammers and all the suits were speedo briefs. There were all kinds of prints, colors, and cuts. It was a sight to see.

“Wow,” she said, “there’s so many! This could take awhile.”

The sales clerk noticed us and started walking over. He was a few years older than us, probably a senior in college.

“Can I help you find something?” he asked.

Jess jumped right in, “We’re looking for a suit for him,” she said, pointing to me.

The guy looked a bit surprised for a second, but quickly smiled and said, “Sure, all of our men’s suits are over here. Is there something in particular you are looking for?” as he was looking me up and down.

Jess said we weren’t sure yet. The clerk said he tried on speedos all the time and could help make some suggestions. He went over to a rack about midway down the sidewall of the store and picked up a blue square cut suit with a small zipper pocket on the front right hip.

“I think this suit would rock on him.”

Jess considered and said, “Let’s start with that one.”

He led us over to the fitting room, which was all the way in the back on the right, and opened up right next to the men’s suits racks. I walked in and took the suit from Jess and closed the door.

I pulled off my pants and shoes and then pulled the suit up. It did feel pretty good. It didn’t have a lot of room up front, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I was starting to get a little hard, though. After a minute or two, Jess knocked on the door.

“Are you ready yet?”

I reached for the doorknob and opened it a bit. Her face was right there in the door and she pushed it open. The clerk was standing there too.

I must have hesitated to come out for a second too long, because they both prompted me to get my ass out of the changing room.

Looking me up and down, Jess said to the clerk, “You’re right, I do like that. But let’s try some others to compare.”

She handed me a brief with a three or so inch side. I went back into the dressing room and stripped off the square cut. I pulled up the briefs. I was still semi-hard, but not too obvious yet. I adjusted myself as best I could and opened the door again.

“That’s more like it,” said Jess.

“Oh yeah, that’s heading in the right direction,” agreed the clerk.

Jess looked at me with a smile, “We’re not done yet, though. Here’s the next…”

This continued for three more suits. The last two were both solars (they are the smallest suit speedo makes). The first was black. By now my cock was more than just semi-erect from all this attention. I pulled the black solar up and again adjusted myself before opening the door.

Jess and the clerk were waiting. “Come on out,” said Jess. “We want to see.”

“Wow,” said the clerk. “Don’t you think that shows off the package too much?”

“Not at all” said Jess.

I stepped out of the change room but didn’t venture far from the door.

“No, I mean come all the way out here to where the big mirror is” said Jess.

I looked over to where she was pointing and it was out practically in the middle of the store, easily within view of the mall outside. I was simultaneously terrified and turned on. I walked out into the middle of the store and stood in front of the mirror, as ordered.

Sorry guys, the rest of this is for members only.  If you would like to read more experiences like this, scoot over to BisexualDave.com.  There are some pretty hot bisexual movies there.

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:

Here I will continuing sharing with you guys what has been going on with my neighbours.

Scroll down two posts to see how it started.  I’m pretty sure I will share more with you guys tomorrow, but if I’m feeling like it is sharing too much I might keep it for members only.

I’ve recently moved up to Queensland and I’m living in this really nice little beach town. It is a long and boring story and partly because of the COVID but I’ve found a nice unit to live in not far from the beach and while I don’t have any friends, I am doing my best to become a part of my new community and meet people.

In order to meet new people I joined; the Surf Life Saving Club (lifeguards), the Bowls Club (I was told it has the cheapest beer in town), the tennis club (it was $15, not a fancy tennis club), the golf club (I’m a crap golfer and it is $70 a month), a bunch of local groups on the Facebook, I swim at the ocean pool here four days a week and after my swim I usually go for a walk and buy a coffee from the little coffee shop/restaurant on the corner of my street.  I have never been one to buy coffee but I figured it is something that locals do and there are some regulars there that I see several mornings a week and now get to have a chat while we wait for our coffee.

After my swim one Wednesday morning, I’m at the local coffee shop standing around with some of the old folks and the owner, Jade, walked out and handed me my coffee.  She was smiling and chirpy as always and said, “Have a good day Dave.”

That is when the penny dropped.  Jade is my neighbour, the same one that I watch having sex on Sunday nights.

How did I not see this before?

I suppose I have only ever seen her wearing an apron and her hair is up at work, but it is obvious that it is Jade who is putting on a sex show for me. The hair, the slim body, the great tits that even some of the old guys have made innuendoes about standing around the coffee shop of a morning.

How could I ever look this woman in the eye again?  I have looked at ALL of her, doing ALL sorts of things in the sanctity of her bedroom?

As things would turn out, over the next four days, before the fourth Sunday, the World, and the benefits of living in a small beach community would cause me to hang out with Jade and her boyfriend and eventually… you know.

I’m on my way to Colorado.  I’m writing this post from the Sydney Airport and I’m excited.  Getting everything ready for leaving is always hectic but I think I’m on top of things.

With all the travelling I have done, I am yet to join the Mile High Club…. Anyone here joined the Mile High Club?

A member of this blog sent me this story through years ago and I stumbled across today going through some old stuff and thought I’d freshen it up a little and share it with you guys.  It got me hard and made me cum, I hope it has the same effort for you – hahaha.

After leaving the check-in counter I went straight to the flight gate. In the next row across from my seat I saw one of the guys from the hostel I’d been staying at in Bondi.  He and his group has been on the beach all week chatting up every group of girl in sight.  One of the guys had caught my eye with his sculptured build, shaved head, and perfect smile, of course it was him that I noticed in the airport.

Let me describe this hunk for you; around twenty-two years old, he had an eyebrow piercing and tattoo on his neck.  Looking at him from behind my Raybans, his white Quiksilver boardies were riding really low showing off his speedos.  They were a typical pair of black endurance speedos with the SPEEDO logo printed in bright red. I’m sure we was unaware that each time he bent over he was teasing me with a view of his speedos.

Sitting with earphones on and my legs crossed, my Aussiebum classic reds were showing under my white nylon gym shorts. When his mates weren’t looking, I caught him taking a perve at me.  Not only had I fantasized about this guy, but all week I felt like I caught him checking me out on more than one occasion.

It was now or never…. I took off my sunnies, gave him a wink and stood up.  I walked right past him and his mates and sensed he was keen.  I felt a stirring in my Aussiebums.

The airport was pretty quiet and I walked to the end of a terminal that was really quiet.  There was a bathroom towards the end and really not many people about at all.  Just imagine if he was following me……

As I entered the bathrooms I looked back and there he was!  Holy shit, he was following me.

In the bathroom there were a row of urinals and unoccupied toilets on the right, a random guy was washing up and leaving the room.  There was nobody else in there.

I went to the last cubicle, without closing the door I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt in half a second.  A half second after that the guy walked into the tiny space of the cubical.  Without a word, he dropped to his knees and started licking the front of my red Aussiebums.  With arms up I held the stall divide with my hands.  Ass clenched, he was working my cock through the nylon of the speedos.  Finally he pulled my cock out the leg of my speedos and engulfed my cock in his warm, wet mouth.  I was stunned at the speed and enthusiasm he demonstrated while he worked on my cock.  His mouth all warm and wet as he rotated his tongue. He’d done this before for sure and showed no holding back.

He suddenly moved up off his knees and slung his singlet back over his tattooed neck showing off his ripped abs. I went straight for his throbbing hard on, pulling at his untied boardie which slid down to his ankles.  He casually kicked them to the side.  I moved forward to grab at his cock which was straining through the front of his speedos. He wasn’t looking to fuck my mouth though, he turned me around so forcefully that even if I had resisted I’m not sure I could have.

Today I was working on some old galleries on my site SpeedoFetish.com and came across this gallery which needed some updates.  This is one of the very first galleries that I bought off a photographer based in Sydney and I’m guessing I’ve jerked off to these photos maybe 20 times!!!

I love the red speedos.  While I don’t know exactly where it is shot, the coastline looks like anywhere around where I live now.

I love the bravery of these guys.  Fucking out in public like that!!!  That is pretty awesome.  Not sure I’m that brave.  I’ve had some beach experiences but I usually duck up behind the dunes which isn’t a guarantee of privacy but a bit more than screwing out in the open.

Back in November I had one of my hottest beach experiences when I met a member to go surfing in speedos.  It was great and after surfing we ended up ‘fooling’ around – I wrote about that experience, click here to read that blog post.

Enjoy this old photo shoot and if you stumble across me behind the dunes…. feel free to join in.  Wear red speedos so I know it is you – hahaha.