Do you think this guy is trying to tell us something?

I am expecting delivery of one of these speedos any day.  I have had a couple of pairs of them in the recent past and I love them because they are fun but also conservative enough to wear to the local pool for laps.

I have found a site where you can get them cheap, drop me an email if you’d like to know where.

How was everyone’s Easter?  Bit of a zoo here on the coast with all the holiday makers.  The weather was pretty good though so bit of speedo time at the beach.  I have been impressed with the number of speedos I am seeing out and about, feels like each year there are a few more guys dropping the dork shorts.

I don’t have anything naughty to report, but last year I did get a hookup during the holidays with a horny Dad who just wanted a break from his family.

Here is what happened…..

Last Friday I had an interesting hookup I would like to share with you guys.

It was the last week of the school holidays, which I hate because town is a zoo with tourists.  The beach and paths are busy, so I usually end up working a lot more and spending time cocooned up in my unit.  These holidays the lap pool hasn’t been busy which has been good.  Back to Friday, I had just got back from the pool, I am walking around the house in my speedo feeling a little horny and I flip on my gay hookup app.

The usual dozen messages of guys with blank profiles saying “Hey”, once they were deleted, I started browsing.

There was a new face on there, early forties, pic of him wearing a speedo at the beach with a woman in a bikini (faces not blurred), not a lot of details but the info said “Visiting on holidays with family, need a discrete release.”  My kind of guy.

I sent him a message saying I would love to help him out, mentioned what street I live on.  Within seconds he replied back.

The Dad (I’ll refer to him as that) said that he was up from Sydney on holidays with his wife, two kids and his mother-in-law and he was going nuts.  The unit they were staying in was tiny and the wife hadn’t given him any form of sexual release, as a result, he was super horny and on a gay hookup app.  He said the timing was perfect because he had planned to go for a Friday afternoon game of golf, but fucking me sounded like a much better game.

I shared my address with him (he was staying very close) and he said he would be over in thirty minutes.  He asked if I had any requests, I told him I had condoms/lube, but I would love it if he wore a speedo.  He said no probs.

Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at my door.

I answered the door wearing a pair of my new speedos (yes, I have selfies you can see) and nothing else.  The Dad’s eyes went straight to my crotch which was stretching the lycra and had a dollop of precum which has caused a bit of a wet patch.  My eyes were greeted by a stocky, but fit, early forties guy with slightly greying hair wearing very typical golf attire.

We shook hands and The Dad’s left hand shook hands with my cock and balls.  He said that this was going to be way more fun than golfing.

I turned my back walking in to my unit where I had setup all the sex tools in the lounge room.  Behind me I heard The Dad undoing his belt and removing his clothes.  When I turned around there he was in all his glory, wearing a tiny classic black speedo, his cock was already starting to stretch the black lycra.  I told The Dad to have a seat while I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers.  The Dad told me that his wife had questioned him when he put on his speedo to go to golf, he had brushed it off telling her he would swing by the pool if the golf course was too busy.  Just imagine if he has told her the truth?

Returning to the living room, The Dad had made himself comfortable in the middle of the couch.  His arms were outstretched and his legs were spread.  He looked pretty comfortable, I thought to myself this might be something he does on a regular basis.

I handed The Dad a beer and I got on my knees in front of him.  We weren’t in any rush (it takes two hours to play half a round of golf), so I started by sliding my hands up the inside of his muscular thighs, all the way up until I stopped, just short of the lycra of his speedo.  He was fully erect by this this stage.  After rubbing his thighs I started stroking his cock through that lycra.  My right hand sliding up and down his shaft, my left rubbing his balls and sliding even lower to that little gap between balls and arsehole.

The Dad finally spoke up and told me that if I kept that up, he would have a hard time explaining to his wife why he dumped his five day load of cum in his speedo.

I took the hint, pulled the let of his speedo out (it was tight from holding in his engorged cock) and his manhood sprung out of the speedo like a greyhound at the track.  Wow, he had a great cock.  Fat, not super long, cut and he was shaved.  Just the kind of cock that I love to worship.

I took him in my mouth and went to work.  Immediately, The Dad started moaning,  The head of his cock was wet with precum which was a little sample of what I was in store for.

With both The Dad and I being so horny, it was the perfect storm for a quick first orgasm.  I was ferociously sucking his cock and he was polite enough to warn me when he was close.  From his moaning, it was pretty easy to guess he was getting there.  One last moan, his hips lifted off the couch and the tip of his cock exploded.  I had my tongue right on the tip and felt the power of his orgasm.  Without hesitation I swallowed it all.

Breathing through my nose, I kept my mouth on his cock until I detected the first hints of it softening.  I ran my thumb up the length of his shaft, squeezing the last drop of cum.  Then, looking up at him, I licked it up.

I tucked his fat cock back in to his speedo then pushing against his knees, I stood up.  My knees hurt a little bit, mental note to kneel on a pillow next time.  I flopped down on the couch next to him and reached for my beer.  The Dad thanked me and said he would get me a cold beer since I had been too thirty for cock to have opened it ten minutes before.  The view of The Dad’s butt walking across my living room was pretty hot.

The Dad returned with fresh beers and sat next to me on the couch, our thighs touching.  Very casually, his right hand went to my knee, then slid up to my crotch and started rubbing.  It was so casual, felt like something a long time couple would do.

I asked The Dad if hooking up with random guys is something he does often?

He told me that usually not at all, he said that sex life with the wife was pretty good so he didn’t need to.  The only time he would go looking for a hookup was when he was travelling for work, he said hooking up with a guy while on a family holiday was a first for him.

I asked if his wife had any idea of his gay tendencies?  He said that he had brought it up at different times and she wasn’t interested at all.  However, he said that his wife had some bisexual tendencies and she had brought a woman in to the marital bed on a few occasions.  Alas, The Dad would have preferred she invited a guy.

Over the next half hour, and three beers, he questioned me about my sex life.  I am always happy to share and be open and listening to some of my experiences started to arouse some life in that fat cock of his.  I started describing to him what our next position was going to be and that had him back to fully hard.

I stood up and went for the condoms and lube, The Dad undid the drawstring of his speedo and flopped his cock and balls out above the waist band.

Back on my knees, I put the condom on him and as I unrolled it down the length of his shaft he moaned in pleasure.  He said that he has always loved that feeling of someone putting a condom on him.  I used LOTS of lube and spend a couple of minutes sliding my hand up and down his cock which really was rock hard.

A quick wipe of my hands and I told The Dad that there was one thing he had to do for me, I turned around, bent over, pulled the bottom of my speedo aside to reveal the little black butt plug that I had been wearing.  He laughed and said that I really was a dirty little slut.  Slowly, he pulled on the butt plug and as I relaxed, it popped out.  The Dad commented that it didn’t seem possible that my tight little hole would be able to take his cock.

I was about to prove him wrong there.

Facing The Dad, I straddled him.  His cock was straight up like a flag pole and with a little bit of maneuvering, I managed to pull my speedo aside, line him up and I had the tip of his cock lightly pressing against my opening.

The butt plug had loosened me up a little bit, and I have taken bigger cocks, but this wasn’t an insignificant undertaking, I would have to take it a little slow.

With my hands on his shoulders, his hands on my hips, I started pocking the head of his cock inside me.  Down, taking the bulbous head of his cock, then up and it pops out.  Had he not been so hard we might have lost our alignment but so far, so good.  After half a dozen little anal stretches, I felt like I was ready and I told The Dad.

I lowered my head, a little unsure if he would go for it, and started kissing him.  He reciprocated and opened his mouth and our tongues started lashing at each other.

And I started lowering myself, bit by bit, being impaled by his fat cock.  I moaned in to his mouth and as I took the last inch of him, my butt cheeks came to rest on his thighs and he was completely inside me.  I broke off our kiss and threw my head back with a moan of pleasure, and a little bit of pain.

I remember The Dad complimenting me, saying that I am amazing.

Then I started riding him.

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Does anyone here know someone, or are maybe even working with the speedo company Ryke?

I’ve never seen a pair of these speedos in the flesh, but they have some gorgeous models and there are a few guys out there wearing them and showing off their speedo selfies wearing Ryke.

They are $80 though….. that is just a bit rich for me.  Wearing speedos pretty much all the time, sometimes I wear a pair of speedos out pretty quickly.

I would love a pair of the ones pictured below though.  I am working pretty hard on loosing a little bit of weight, maybe if I reach a weight goal I will shout myself a pair of these.

What do you guys think?  And, what is the most expensive speedo you have ever bought?

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Over the last couple of week I have shared some pretty amazing experiences that I have had recently.

I do have to admit though…. it isn’t always speedos and blowjob in public places.

Bit of grey weather about, has been super windy as well, so I have been stuck in the office a bit the last week.  The pool I swim at is out of the wind so I have been at the pool every day though.

Fingers crossed for some good weather at some point, so I can get the beach like these guys.

A couple of days ago I was talking about not having any red speedos in my collection.  Another speedo that I have an affinity for is the ADIDAS 3-Stripe speedos.

They are just a great fit, beautiful lycra material and from my experience, they seem to last for ages.  I’m finding AussieBum’s tend to fade and the elastic parts of Speedo-Brand speedos tend to fail.  No such trouble with the ADIDAS speedos.

I think I need to do a bit of a refresh of my entire speedo collection…..

Here are some guys looking fantastic in their ADIDAS speedos:

For members, here are some of my ADIDAS 3-Stripe selfie pics (non-members, you can see the thumbnails).  Joining is only $5.

Hey guys, I first published this experience last year and from the feedback I got, it was your favourite.  The bloke who wrote it is a long time member and we were chatting online and he told me about this experience he had.  I encouraged him to write about it and it really is an amazing experience.

Everyone, including me, wanted to know what happened later in the footy season…. well, I am just polishing up the final version of that and I will have it ready for you guys tomorrow.

Thought I’d post this to give you a refresh.

Cya tomorrow guys.

The whole COVID thing screwed my life up a bit. Like a lot of young Aussie’s, I was doing the London thing. With border closures and lock downs, I ended up back in Australia, as a bit of a nomad. After over a year I finally settled down in a little beach town on the east coast.

Being new to town, I didn’t know anyone so I tried to get out, mingle, and make some friends.

One thing I did was join the local AFL (Australian Rules) footy team. I had played in high school, I wasn’t very good back then, and I haven’t gotten any better with age. I wasn’t that interested in playing any games, just go to training and have some beers with the guys afterwards.

I kept an eye out and when I saw that they had started preseason training, I bought some footy boots, a mouth guard and went along.

It was a pretty good bunch of guys, I’m thirty years old and most of the guys were in their early twenties. There were a handful of new guys, like me, but the core of the team was a group of guys in their early twenties who had grown up together. The captain of the team, who everyone called Macca, was twenty-one years old and just gorgeous, ow sorry, I mean Macca was a great footy player. Dirty blonde shoulder length hair, tall, wiry thin and not an ounce of fat on him. Those short footy shorts made his legs look like they went up forever. Macca’s best mate, and vice captain, is another gorgeous twenty-one year old they call Digger.

I won’t bore you guys with any more team details, but let met just say that being in a locker room with twenty, twenty year old guys in footy gear or less gave me some jerk off material for when I would get home after training.

Yes, I am gay and I am out to my friends but I don’t wear it on my sleeve. When I’m single, nobody would know or have any reason to think I’m gay. My sexuality was not something I had advertised to my new footy team mates.

Our second game of the season was an away game (about an hours drive away) and my car was at the mechanics. It was no big deal, someone gave me a ride to the game and it was the skipper, Macca, who gave me a ride home, since he lived on my side of town (he still lives with his parents). I invited Macca in for a beer or a rumbo to thank him for giving me a ride and he said sure.

Being completely honest, while I had naughty thoughts, in the privacy of my own masturbation sessions, about my team mates, there was no way on the planet I would have the courage to make a move and none of the guys gave off the slightest hint of being gay. At the first two games there was a little entourage of the girlfriends. With that in mind, I purely asked Macca in for a drink to thank him for the ride home, and thanks for being nice, considering I’m one of the worst players in the team and they have made me feel welcome.

While I was getting some beer out of the fridge Macca noticed the spa (hottub/jacuzzi) in on my back patio. He asked if it works, I said hell yeah it does and I’ve been spending some time in it after pulling up sore from footy. Macca asked if he could jump in, hell yeah (my mind did a little cartwheel). I was more composed in my outward approval of letting Macca use the spa. Handing him a beer I told him I’d grab some towels and asked if he need any shorts? He replied that he was wearing DT’s (dick togs aka speedos) which would be fine. Yes, they would be fine Macca (I said in my head).

I have a thing for speedos, more for guys wearing speedos, hence why I’m a fan of the speedo blog. What has surprised me since coming back from London is the number of Aussie guys who are wearing DT’s/speedos. It seems like most of my footy team mates wear them as underwear when playing and there are younger guys wearing them at the beach which wasn’t the case when I was in my twenties.

Walking outside to the spa, Macca was already submerged up to his neck and I saw his team footy shorts and hoodie on the ground. I dropped my footy shorts to reveal my classic black speedo and jumped in.

Just a couple of footy team mates sitting in a spa, each wearing less than a handkerchief.

It wasn’t long until our beers were empty, Macca offered to get refills and I gladly accepted the view of his lithe body, dripping with water getting out of the spa, his ass looked like it was sculptured and just as hard as marble.

After our second beer, I said I was going to swap to rum and Macca asked if it was alright if he had one. It seemed like he might be in for a bit of a session and since he didn’t live far he could leave his car at my house and walk home.

We settled in for a bit of a session. Conversation flowed, every two drinks I got to soak in the eye candy that was Macca’s beautiful body getting out of my spa and the view of him walking in to the house. Nothing naughty was discussed, I was not hitting on Macca at all but knew that I would be picturing him when I jerked off, which I thought would be about two minutes after he left.

Then Macca dropped the hammer. Must have been the drinks that loosened him up and he finally asked me if I was gay.

Not the first person to ever ask me, but I was a little surprised because I thought I hadn’t shown any inkling of being gay. I asked him why he thought that? He replied that his best mate, Digger, thought so. Answering a question, with a question, I asked how did Digger know?

Another hammer drops… Digger goes a bit both ways, according to Macca. I admitted than I had no idea, my gaydar (gay radar) has never been any good.

Macca repeated his question, am I gay? Assuring me that it is no problem.

I admitted I am gay. Not in between, like Digger, but one hundred percent gay. Macca complimented me saying that he had no idea and I didn’t seem very gay, for me that is a compliment, probably not a compliment to most of the gay community. Macca wanted to continue questioning me about my gayness (his words, not mine), but I wanted to hear about Digger’s ‘gayness’. It wasn’t difficult to move the conversation in that direction, Macca (and I) were slowly getting a little tipsy.

Digger has a girlfriend, cute little blonde thing I have seen at footy training, so I asked Macca about that. Macca assured me that nobody knows Digger does gay things except him, and he declared that nobody but him knows that I am gay either.

It was during this part of the conversation that Macca dropped the hammer that Digger has blown him in the past.

Being playful, I jested that maybe Macca is really gay as well. Nah mate, he replied. A mouth is a mouth right? Using his straight, slightly red neck reasoning, he told me that it makes sense that guys suck dick better than chicks since we know what feels good. And he knows, he has had a string of girlfriends who don’t really like sucking cock.

Now I started to think that maybe Macca was a little keen.

Being a little more frank than I usually would be (beer and Rum assisted) I asked Macca if he would like a blowjob? From a real expert.

Yeah why not, was Macca’s reply. Saying it as if he had nothing better to do, so why not get his cock sucked from his new team mate. I slid across the spa and said to Macca I’d just make sure he is warmed up. My right hand touched his right knee and I slid my hand up his thigh. Before I got to his cock he made me promise not to tell anyone. Of course, a mouth is just a mouth I assured him. My hand moved to the front of his speedo and to my surprise, he was rock hard.

Rest is for members only guys and part two of this experience will unfortunately be for members only as well.

The author is very careful about his discretion (he has a great job and doesn’t want to be outted) and he also thinks that it wouldn’t be too hard for people to identify him from what he has already written.

Plus, I like to look after my members.