Hey guys, I’ve just sat down and written about an experience I had at the Valley (Fortitude Valley in Brisbane) pool on Sunday afternoon.  It was pretty darn hot!!!

If this blog was 100% public, I’m not sure I would share this experience.  At least I wouldn’t share it the day after.  This is to protect my privacy, as well as the privacy of those who were part of this experience (four of us in total).

Thankfully, this blog has a members area so I feel a little bit more comfortable sharing these intimate parts of my life.

If you aren’t a member, I hope you understand where I am coming from.  Down the track (at least 6 months), I might decide to share this publicly.  Or, you could become a member.

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At the local pool here I don’t usually use the change rooms (what we here down under call the ‘locker rooms’).  The pool isn’t far from my place so I usually walk or ride my bike there.  I wear my speedos under my shorts and just slip them off poolside, when I’m done I slip my shorts back on, or sometimes I’ll just wrap a towel around my waist and walk home.

I wish I had the confidence to just walk home in my speedos and nothing else, but I’m not quite that confident.

Yesterday, I was going to meet some friends for drinks and then dinner about half an hour up the coast from my place.  I decided to swing by the pool for some laps on my way so I drove there.  Afterwards, I needed a shower to wash off the chlorine and to put my grown up clothes on.

The change rooms are huge and I imagine most people are like me and don’t really use them.  There was one young guy in there who hadn’t been for a swim, but was getting ready to go use the pool.  He was wearing a speedo, slim, smooth, early twenties.  We said hello and I was in a bit of a rush to shower and get dressed.

The young guy decided to start doing his stretches and seemed to be ‘loitering’ in the change rooms while I got ready.  It was a big room/space so it wasn’t like we were next to each other.

I had to leave and said “Cya later” to the young guy.

I might have to start getting changed a little more after my swimming sessions.

Here are some of my previous experiences in the change rooms…..

• Some of my locker room selfies
• The time I looked up a locker room hookup (true story)
• Pool Manager Catches me Jerking Off (true story)
• Recent experience I had at the pool here (true story)
• Locker Room Speedo Porn (previous Movie of the Week)
• Swim Team Doctor (story written by one of my fans)

Earlier today I was invited on a bit of a road trip to a little country town with a friend of mine (female, straight and has no idea what I do for a living or that I am bi).  The plan was to go to this famous bakery (every little town in Australia claims to have a famous bakery) and then go for a hike.

I was excited for the mission and had never been out to this area although it is only about an hours drive.

My female friend picked me up and in the car was a friend of hers (female, cute, blonde).  It was a great day.  Bakery was good (not sure it deserves the title of famous) and our hike ended up being a 22km loop.  First part was kind of boring as we climbed up this long ridge line on a 4WD road, then we followed this beautiful creek down through lush bushland.

If any members are interested to know exactly where this hike it, please email me and I’d love to share it with you.

Just before we got back to the car, maybe two kms or so, there was this gorgeous swimming hole with a waterfall flowing in to it and the three of us were keen for a swim being all sweaty from hiking for five hours.

The girls had known that we would be swimming and stripped down to swimsuits, I hadn’t been told we would be swimming and this had come up in conversation on the hike.  Thankfully, I wear speedos pretty much all of the time.

Usually I wouldn’t have speedo’d it up in this kind of scenario.  There were a bunch of people there, my friend is an old family friend and I didn’t know the other chick until that day but since my hiking shorts were heavy cargos and a belt I couldn’t really wear them swimming so speedos were the only viable solution.

Nobody said anything and the girls had a women who was there with her kids take a photo of the three of us, one in a one piece swimsuit, one in a bikini and me… in my black speedos.

I think the girls really liked me speedo’ing it up….

Grey day here but I’m just about to head off to the pool.

I wish there was someone at the pool to check my speedo like this lucky guy.

At the pool earlier today I got chatting the guy in the lane next to me, just talking swimming nothing naughty.

Nothing naughty was spoken about, but my brain was definitely running towards naughty thoughts.  The guy was in his 50’s I reckon, broad shoulders, hair chest and wearing a red speedo.  We all know that red speedos are naughty.

He had a wedding ring on and all indications were that he is 100% straight but I always love seeing Real Men, Wearing Speedos.

One Real Speedo Man that I do get to fuck on a semi regular basis is my landlord.  I haven’t posted here much about him.  If you can’t remember what I have written about him check out these two blog posts:

• Blowing my Landlord
• Getting Fucked by my Landlord

After a few weeks off because of Easter and holidays, last night I was back at waterpolo training (click here to read about the team initiation that I went through).  I have been a little slack getting to the pool and this morning I woke up and rather surprised how sore my arms are.

My butt is a little sore from Kieran’s post training pounding of my ass but I have been doing more of ‘that kind of training’ over the last few weeks.

I’m going to head to the pool today and see how many laps I can get out of my sore arms.

Here is some more waterpolo speedo eye candy for you guys….