Last week someone asked me if I had ever had a two girl threesome.  The person I was having this conversation with is 100% straight and doesn’t know that I’m bi.  If they did, I would have proudly told them that my kind of threesome involves two cocks (minimum).

I ended up reminiscing about a threesome I missed out on, and a threesome I then had in Reno.

It was a few years ago when I was visiting Kip (my tech guy).  I flew in to San Francisco to pick up a car for him and then I was to drive across to his place in Colorado.  It was middle of January, a Tuesday night, and Reno was pretty quiet.  I was in my hotel room having a drink and doing some work, about to order some room service when I thought to myself “Get off your arse and have a look around.”

Quick shower, jeans and a shirt later, I’m down at the hotel bar.

There was nobody there.  The barkeep was a good guy and his only suggestion for some fun was a poker game a few buildings down the street.  I wandered down there and the poker game was a bit too high stakes for my taste.

I wandered on back to my hotel/casino and thought I’d stop in and have one more drink at the hotel bar.

Sitting there on my own, I was only half way through my drink when two girls overheard my Aussie accent and started talking to me.  I know you are thinking, Dave is going to get his two girl threesome with two hot chicks.  They were not hot at all.  They were both rather large.  Who am I kidding, they were BIG girls.  An hour or so goes by and we are having fun and getting drunk.

The girls were being flirty and I was wondering if my hotel bed could handle the three of us.  I had just decided that I would have a threesome with these two girls and when I would tell people the story in the future, I could focus on the two girls part and leave out just how big they were.

As I had come to this decision in my mind, a cute, mid-thirties grabs my arm.  She looks at me and then gives me a hug saying “I thought it was you!  Barry thought he recognized you, you just have to come over and say hi.”

While she was saying this she was half dragging me across the bar.  I went with the flow.

Once we were out of ear shot of the two fat chicks the new girl told me that she and Barry were saving me from a huge mistake.  She was being punny.

When we made it to Barry, he shook my hand and gave me a blokey hug.  They both told me that they could see what was happening and just had to give me an out from taking those two girls up to my hotel room.  Looking back across the bar, they really were big girls.

At first I thought maybe Barry and Emma were a swinging couple but it turned out that they are work friends, in real estate, and had closed a deal that day and were out celebrating.

I hadn’t noticed but they told me that Barry had gone to the bar for a round of drinks and had overheard what was going on.  As well as my Aussie accent which was proving to be very popular in Reno.

Emma wanted to dance and she took turns with Barry and I.  She was a single Mum (Mom in America), brunette and a tight little body on her.  She had been a swimmer in college and Reno born and bred.  When we danced she was getting a little handsy for sure and I started to think that maybe she would be coming up to my room later.  Barry didn’t seem jealous in any way.

An hour or so of this went by, more drinks of course and the two fat chicks had given up waiting for me.  As they left one of them came up to me and rather loudly announced that I didn’t know what I had missed out on.

Then they waddled out.

That started a discussion between Barry, Emma and I about threesomes.

I had to admit that I hadn’t ever had a two girl threesome (still haven’t to this day).  Then I was asked if I was a threesome virgin, I admitted that I am not a threesome virgin and love them.  Emma said that the threesomes that I had experiences were her favourite kind (ie two guys).

When she announced that there was a bit of a lull in the conversation.

I suggested we go up to my room so they could sample the Aussie Rum that I had brought over duty free (Bundy OP).  Everyone thought that was a great idea and for the second time that night I had realized that I’d be having a threesome.

In my hotel room Barry and Emma sat on my bed and I poured three Bundy and Cokes.  I didn’t have any ice so I grabbed the ice bucket and ducked out to get some.

When I returned, they were making out on my bed.  They were on their knees and in the short amount of time I was away, they had both managed to remove their shirts, if Emma had been wearing a bra it was gone as well. Emma asked me if I’d like to join in.  Yes I would.  I took off my shirt and got up on the bed.

Emma started kissing me and I felt Barry get off the bed.  When Emma stopped kissing me I realized that Barry had removed his pants and was in his birthday suit with a rock hard erection.  Emma suggested I get rid of my jeans and I didn’t need a second invitation.  I jumped off the bed and stripped down.  My cock was just as hard as Barry’s.

Back on the bed with Emma between Barry and I, she was stroking both our cocks and she commented that she hadn’t done this since she was in college.

Emma then said that she felt over dressed and wondered if she could leave us boys on our own for a minute?  Barry and I both nodded our approval as Emma got off the bed and went in to the bathroom.  Barry’s hand moved towards my cock and before he touched it he asked if it was OK?  My answer was to wrap my hand behind his neck and bring him in for a kiss.

In a few short hours I had gone from thinking I’d have a threesome with two girls to making out with a naked guy.

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…..

A blowjob was just what I needed last night after a long week.  The Landlord came up with the goodies and showed off some fantastic blowjob skills (would you like to know what happened with my Landlord?  I’ll share it with you early next week if you would like).

You didn’t read about my first sexual encounter with my Landlord?  Click here to read what I wrote about that.

It was the first cock he has sucked in 20 years!!! I did made it a little easier for him by using some honey.

Honey?  What is with the honey?  This is an old Dave Evan’s trick.

As I sat on the couch, The Landlord pulled down my jeans, pushed me down on the couch and she got on his knees.  I was kinda hoping this would happen and I had hidden a bottle of honey in the couch cushions.

Before The Landlords lips touched my cock, I told him to wait as I dribbled the honey all over my cock.

He was definitely surprised.

And he liked it.  He did manage to get ALL the honey off my cock.

It wasn’t long until I was getting close and I really do think that blowjob orgasms are the most intense.  The Landlord could tell I was getting close and when I finally came he took every last drop of my cum.

Every blowjob is amazing and this one was no different.

Feel free to use the honey guys and don’t forget to mention me in the credits – hehe.

This is a story submitted by one of the members.  If the travel restrictions weren’t in place, he and I were trying to organize for me to be in Whistler with him when this happened.  Maybe next year.

Hey all, I spent last week in the ski resort of Whistler, and thought I’d post about a fun night I had, in speedos of course.

I was staying in a condo with friends for the week, and due to the tightening travel restrictions lately, they decided to leave early – so I had the place to myself for the last two nights. My friends and I had been hitting up the hot tub every afternoon after skiing, but it was a pretty busy scene with lots of families so I chose to play it conservative and wore my boardshorts (with speedos underneath of course) when we went down to soak. The first night that I was there alone I decided to go sit in the hot tub for a while before stretching. I could see the hot tub from my room, which was surrounded by trees and fairly private, and could tell that it was empty… so I put on my speedos and bathrobe and walked down.

It felt good to take my robe off and stand at the side of the hot tub in the cold air in nothing but my speedo, I chose a pair of blue Budgy Smugglers – they are always a conversation starter around less speedo friendly crowds. [here’s a pic of Beau Ryan wearing the same pair I wore]…

Anyway, after 10 minutes or so of sitting in the hot bubbles, enjoying the night sky, a couple showed up in their bathrobes. When they came through the trees to where the tub was, they looked disappointed to see someone else was there, I think maybe they had ideas about having some fun in public together that I had just ruined.

They were both in good shape, late 40s? maybe, and were speaking German. This made my dick twitch a bit, as I knew the Germans liked their speedos… suddenly I couldn’t wait to see what he was wearing under the robe. I was praying for speedo briefs, but would have accepted square cuts, board shorts would have sent me for the hills. He didn’t disappoint… he turned his back to me and took his robe off to reveal nice broad shoulders and the tightest ass I’d seen in a while, all in a tiny yellow speedo! It was a Euro brand for sure, very thin material, low cut, less than an inch on the sides. He looked a bit shy when he turned around, but seemed to lighten-up when he saw my speedos under the bubbles.

She had on a bikini, white, but I’m not into women and didn’t really pay her too much attention. She did have big tits though, and had no problem pulling off a swimsuit that was likely intended for someone 15 years younger than she was.

They got in the hot tub on the opposite side of me, and smiled as they sat down – he was a smooth type guy, definitely with a gym membership, but not over the top worked out and muscled – just fit enough that he didn’t have a stomach and his arms and chest had a bit of definition. His package looked nice, I could tell his cock was pointed up in his pouch and that he likely was uncut. I also could tell he shaved his chest and stomach (which meant probably his pubes too – I always appreciate a trim job and smooth balls).

I said “hi” to be friendly, but also to find out if they spoke English or not. They both said “hello” back in thick German accents. They spoke German to each other for quite a while, and didn’t pay much attention to me. After a while, I was feeling hot, so I stood up and sat on the edge of the hot tub. His eyes instantly went to my pouch, which was looking okay, but I find the Budgy Smuggler swimmers kinda tight and they tend to make things look smooshed-up rather than show things off. I could see they were playing a bit under the water, holding hands and maybe touching each others naughty bits?!?! He started kissing her on the neck, and I could tell she was checking me out too, but I was more interested in what was happening with his bulge under the water. They both caught me looking at him a bit too long, which was awkward… then they made some quiet talk and stood up and sat on the edge of the hot tub as well, revealing their hot wet bodies in their tight lycra swimwear. I got a semi instantly, see his wet swimmers sticking to his package – I could literally see the outline of his cock and balls through the thin yellow Lycra – I felt the urge to adjust my cock which was growing… but just let it fill out my suit.

My beach session yesterday turned out better than I had expected.

It all started with me writing on my blog about working on my speedo tan in the dunes a few weeks ago. I was just packing up to leave that day, and a couple (guy and girl) walked around the corner and we all surprised each other.  I wonder what they were doing sneaking around the dunes.  The three of us all just apologized and went our own ways, but I wish something naughty had happened.  I told my readers that if they wanted the location I’d be happy to share it and I received some emails from some of my members/fans.

There were two guys I emailed with who live near me and asked me to tell them next time I was headed to the beach to work on my speedo tan and maybe they would accidentally stumble across me.

Monday was looking like a cracker of a day so I emailed the two guys and told them where I would be, I also posted the details on my blog.  It is a beach that I haven’t been to before but I had found recommendations for it.  The recommendations were that there are often people sunbaking naked in the dunes or getting up to some fun.

Plan was all set.  I also told the guys (and everyone who reads my blog) that I would be wearing a new pair of Pink AussieBum speedos.  They are bright pink and I haven’t had the confidence to wear them anywhere in public yet but this seemed like an appropriate time to christen them and they should make me stand out.

I had told everyone I would be working on my tan by two o’clock and I arrived at the carpark about an hour earlier.

There were a few people about and it was fun looking at them through my sunglasses trying to figure out if any of them were the guys that would soon be joining me in the dunes. The walk to the beach takes about five minutes down a sandy path and I was wear a pair of black dork shorts (board shorts) that ride a little low on the hips so my pink speedo was visible. I had a towel, a backpack with my laptop and I cracked a can of Rum and Coke (very Aussie thing to do).

On the walk down to the beach I passed a few people who said hello and overall I didn’t get the feeling of a nude/naughty beach at all.  Just normal people.

Once the path ended the directions I looked up online said to follow a lightly used path to the north which runs parallel to the beach and just behind the dunes.  That is what I did.  About fifty meters along this path I stopped and removed my dork shorts.  Now I was wearing a baseball cap and a pair of bright pink speedo and nothing else.

The feeling of dropping ones shorts, to nude or down to a speedo, always gives me a thrill.  Probably why I have such a speedo fetish.

I walked for another five minutes or so along the back of the dunes and the only people I saw was what I assumed to be a gay couple sunbaking nude.  They had their back to me and were tucked in the dunes so they didn’t even see me walk past.

Finding a nice spot I setup my camp. It wasn’t in full view of the path but was a little bit discrete. It was just hidden enough from the beach to be private and when I walked over the dune the beach was just spectacular.  I could see people in the distance but there was absolutely nobody around. I needed to cool off so I walked down and jumped in the water.

After my quick dip I walked back up the beach towards my little spot in the dunes.  Cresting the dune I was surprised to see a guy had laid out a big picnic blanket next to my towel and was lying there on his back. He was wearing a pair of ADIDAS speedos and nothing else.  I took a second to soak in the view, the guy was average build, early to mid twenties, not very suntanned and the tan he had indicated he wore dork shorts instead of speedos usually. His black speedos fit him well but they were stretched from his cock that was erect and training at the lycra.

This must be Luke.

Luke became a member of my blog about three months ago and we have exchanged emails over that period.  Since pools have reopened here (COVID) Luke has gotten in to swimming for fitness and this has fueled his speedo fetish.  Luke has said that he has always loved speedos and now he is back swimming that fetish has been rekindled and he has hooked up with a guy at the pool which is the first time he has ever done something like that.  Today would be the second time that Luke would do something naughty in a public place.

Walking down the back of the sand dune, Luke saw me, smiled and stood up.

Introducing ourselves we shook hands.  I always find it funny when I meet guys I’m about to hook up with and we shake hands.

Luke commented on my pink speedo saying it sure stands out and he noticed it as he drove in to the carpark and got a glimpse of me walking down the path towards the beach.  I commented on his black speedo and we both looked down at his cock straining to escape it.

I asked Luke if I could touch it, he approved and I reach out rubbing his cock through the silky lycra.  I was sliding my hand from nearly his arsehole, up across his balls then along the full length of his shaft.

My cock was starting to stir and Luke reached out and started stroking my cock just as I was stroking his.

Out of my peripheral vision I saw movement coming from the trail.  Luke and I froze, our first reaction being that we had been caught doing something bad.

On the path looking at Luke and I was an older guy wearing a red speedo, a wide brim Akubra hat (Aussie version of a Stetson) and a towel over his shoulder. This must be Russel.  Another member of my site who had told me he’d love to come and watch some speedo action and he would wear a red speedo so I would know it was him.

Russel said hi and said not to let him interrupt us.

During the emailing back and forth setting up this meeting, Russel had disclosed that he is married, had adult kids and has never really done anything with any guys but his speedo fetish has given him some deep felt urges. I love married straight acting guys that have a gay side.  Russel has said that he would probably just watch and jerk off which is completely fine with me.

While Russel stood there enjoying the view of two guys with their hands on each other cocks, I felt the desire to suck some cock.  I got on my knees in the middle of Luke’s picnic blanket and my eyes were right at the height of the front of his speedo.

Luke pulled the elastic on the leg of his speedo and I put my hand in and pulled out his cock. The tip was glistening with precum and I looked up at Luke as my tongue stretched out and tasted it.

I was just flicking the tip of Luke’s cock with my tongue when I remembered that Russel was watching, he was standing pretty much side on to use about five meters away.  I moved my lips to the base of Luke’s cock on the far side from Russel (so that Luke’s cock was between my mouth and Russel).  Looking at Russel, I started sliding my lips back and forth along the full length of Luke’s cock, playing it like a harmonica.  Russel pulled his cock out the top of his red speedos and was stroking it.

There are lots of hot speedo porn movies on my site but I don’t think Russel had ever seen something like this in the flesh.

I motioned for him to come closer.  Then I went to town on Luke’s cock, sucking it properly like a real man.

Last night I got to suck some cock… not the first time I’ve done that.

What is of note that I do want to share with you guys is that it happened in the rooftop spa (hottub) of the new building I’m living in.  It was a Grindr hookup with a guy who is renting a unit in the building for one night. Very much a blow and go. He met me up there, we were both in speedos, I played with his cock under water while we chatted a little.  Once he was 100% hard, he sat on the edge and I sucked him off. He exploded in my mouth, tucked himself back in his speedo and left.

I’ve got a feeling he might have been married.

Thing is, there is a security camera pointing right at the spa. I’ve fooled around up there but usually more discretely and under the water.  There is no night manager or staff around at night but I just wonder if that footage is saved somewhere? Would be hot to watch.