A few months ago I was asked to point up to a ally of mines family farm to help out with some bush fire palliation. They were afraid of a fire spreading and taking out their property.

In the end, their property was n't effected by the flack but I enjoyed helping out in the bush for a week and they are dear friends. I could tell you some fun account about hanging out on the farm but that is n't what I really want to share with you guys. On the driving force up to the farm, I spent a night at a tatty hotel and what happened in the hotel pool is something that I thought you might be interested in.

I left my spot ( about an hour and a half Second Earl of Guilford of Sydney on the coast ) a lilliputian ulterior than I expected so instead of driving the right way 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 daybreak swim before getting to the farm the following 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 was n't hungry just thought I 'd pull my laptop computer out, do some work, have a couple of drinkable, fall asleep and get up early. That was n't quite what happened.

As you might be able to imagine, in my line of business of oeuvre I often get turned on by what I 'm working on. I was working on a promotional video recording and it was pretty hot. So, there I am sitting in my hotel elbow room, wearing my black bowl speedos and getting horny watching my own speedo porn.

So, I grabbed my phone and checked out one of those online assemblage apps.

After turning the app on, my phone started blowing up, beeping with interest from early horny guy on this Wednesday night at about 8pm.

I finished what I was doing employment Wise, poured another drink and looked at the app. As common nine of ten of the subject matter were hombre with no exposure, no data about themselves and their content were `` Hey ''. I totally do n'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 matter on because I want to bed, I 've put up a photograph of me and I filled in my age and my preference and a brief de***********ion. Guy message me with `` Hey '' ... ..

Of course, I deleted the guys who did n't make an effort.

I did get one response that stood out. The guy did n't have a photo on his profile but he sent a dainty message. Lets call him Tony. Tony, complimented me on my speedos, said he loves a guy in speedos. Tony is ixl eld 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 human face out which I thought was pretty chill ( discretion is authoritative to me ). When he sent the picture through he apologized for wearing jerk shorts but said his married woman does n't like him wear speedos in public.

What was interesting is the app said that Tony was 127 time away.

Once we established that both of us were fair dinkum I told Tony what hotel I was staying at .... he was at the Lapp hotel.

He told me that the pool was nice and being a Wednesday night is should be pretty quiet. Would I care to receive him down there ?

I told Tony I 'd be there in two minutes .... but, no jerk boxers. Speedos only. Which he agreed to.

At that mo Kip ( the guy who keeps all my online hooey running ) messaged me and I had to do some clobber for him so it was n'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 windup 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 was n't left ajar.

walking into the very well lit pool area there was only one someone 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 definitive black speedo brand speedo. Tony is big. A literal mans man and if we still had pound diddly-squat, that is what Tony would be. He looked his full six and a half groundwork tall, outweighed me by probably one hundred pounds. Big barrelful chest, hairy but not Greek hairy, just masculine hairy. And what his speedo was trying to conceal looked big and mighty 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 Nox 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 appearance on the protection photographic camera and was welcome to link us if he wanted. Tony said that he met the guy when he checked in and he seemed very gay. The dark director seemed a little too timid to join us but seemed to like the approximation of a 'show'.

We were sitting on opposite position of the hottub just chatting. Tony said he does a piffling travel with work and has had some pretty good luck hooking up with guy wire 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 could n't jibe more with his sentiments and experience. Wearing a speedo has gotten me laid on many social occasion when wearing dork short pants just would n't have created the right vibration or portrayed my design or given the impression that I like guy. Maybe I 'm reading too much in to my experiences but hearing Tony talk about cheating on his married woman with random hombre was getting me horny.

I put down my drink and moved across the spa.

Now that I was there, Tony did n't need to be rubbing that lusus naturae putz of his, I could assist him out with that.

I reached out and started rubbing the strawman of his speedo. Wow, what an astound piece of meat. It did n't take long and Tony grabbed me by the back of my neck opening and brought me up to osculate him. It was a powerful kiss. Everything about Tony was powerful.

There was n't much more restraint in me, I told Tony I wanted to try and fill his man meat in whatever cakehole he wanted to commit it. He replied telling me I should be measured what I wished for and that I should kick in it a proper inspection before making promises I could n't keep.

He let go of my neck and I slipped abject in the piddle so that my chief was at his crotch height.

The white drawstring came undone easily. Then I pulled the waistband of his speedos out. The flexible resisted but I was determined and I did n't care if I had to break down the pliable waist striation, I wanted to see what those speedos were hiding. Pulling the cincture back I peaked inside and unlike his chest, Tony 's rooster and glob were shaved smooth.

I need my pull up stakes hand to extract his man sausage out of his speedo which I tucked under his fat, wide balls.

He was totally hard and this is one of the biggest cocks I have seen. Not the foresightful, but long enough and thick.

Funnily, before I moved my sass down to get tasting Tony, I looked around as if care individual was watching. I do n't roll in the hay why I did this, just instinct I suppose. It was funny because Tony and I had been doing some pretty gay affair for the hold out five minute. Hopefully the hotel night coach had a good camera angle.

Realizing how silly I was, I concentrated on the work at helping hand. Starting at Tony 's globe, I ran my tongue up his shaft to his cock head teacher. He was circumcized and I began playing with the question of his prick with my lips and tongue.

From his moan, Tony was enjoying this.

I kept slurping on his cock straits when Tong grabbed my mind and brought me up to kiss him again. He told me we should take this to a elbow room. I 'm not completely certain why he suddenly got nervous but I had n't expected any of this kind of natural process in the public country so I had n't brought my usual provision of condom and lube.

I admitted to Tony that I wanted to try and take his freak pecker inside me. I suggested my room since I had condoms and lube. Tony told me we might go back to his room since he required orotund safety than usual.

Somehow we managed to overgorge Tony 's Eunectes murinus back into his speedo and we got out of the spa.

Towels around our waists we walked out of the pool sphere and we both gave the security camera a wave. I really hope the Night manager enjoyed our little show. I really, really hope he looks up Tony 's room and comes and joins us.

inside Tony 's hotel way we dropped our towels and he offered me a scotch. My brain was on one caterpillar tread so declined but Tony suggested that from his experience, I should have a swig or two of scotch if I was going be fucked by him.

I do n't remember scotch was necessity but being social I let Tony pour me one.

While I enjoyed my deglutition, Tony was going through the suitcase on the table looking for the tools we 'd be needing. When he found what he was looking for, I got up on the bed.

From the tone of the figurehead of his speedo, Tony had n't lost any of the hardness material body the spa so he was roaring to go. I pulled my speedo down revealing my waiting, clean and knock off man muddle for him.

Tony got on the bed and asked me again if I was sure about this ? He sounded like he was genuinely concerned that I would n't be able-bodied to take him. While it is the biggest cock I 've taken, think of I was once the sum of an eleven guy bacchanal and all ten guy wire fucked me in a row ( check out my blog to understand about that experience ). It was perfumed and aphrodisiac for Tony to be showing such business concern, but it made me just want it more.

There was a insensate squirt of lubricating substance in my rear end crevice and Tony gently rubbed it around my golf hole and he got a slim gasp from me as he inserted one of his fingers inside me, up to the 1st knuckle.

Being spicy, I asked Tony if he ever gets to address his wife 's arse ?

He laughed and said that was something that has never happened and would never happen. That is when I told him to rush up and fuck me.

I could n't see it but from the movement of the bed I felt Tony getting in to stead, classic doggy style. Then he grabbed my left hip and I 'm assuming with his right helping hand, was guiding his monster blimp towards my rear opening.

He positioned the head of his turncock at my opening, he checked again if I was ready and OK with it.

C'mon already mate ! ! !

My hips was sliding back trying to get Tony inside me and finally he let the tip slip in to me.

It was Brobdingnagian but I had been wanting this badly so savored the opinion of him stretching me. Tony held it there. C'mon, give me More ! ! !

I was pushing back trying to withdraw up Thomas More of his cock but Tony was the one in ascendancy and instead of giving me more cock all at once, he slowly slid it in. in by in. All the time he was asking if I was alright and all the time I responded saying yes and begging for Thomas More of it. He kept sliding it in.

I 'd be lying if I said it did n't hurt but it was a dear scathe and really not too bad at all. Tony was going slow and I wanted more.

This cognitive process took a while but finally I felt Tony 's thighs on my fundament. That is it Dave, congratulations on taking it all. I could n't assist myself, I said,

Is that all ?

We both laughed and I told him to go to town on my arse.

Taking his time Tony slid out and in and out and in and over five minutes or so slowly built up some pep pill. I was getting used to his cock inside me and starting to really bask it when I started to hear the Tell tale groan of an upcoming orgasm.

With helping hand on my arse nerve spreading them wider, Tony thrust his peter trench inside me. I looked over my articulatio humeri and saw him arc his back, fox his head back and give out a roar which was very suitable considering his stature. I could feel his cock pulse as his glob emptied that load of cum.

Tony 's hands were rubbing my vertebral column as his breathing returned to convention. He stayed inside me as his cock slowly lost its rigidity. Finally, when it was soft, it slipped out of my arse.

At his suggestion, we decided to clean up in the shower where Tony sucked me off. He did n't strike my load in his backtalk but let me blow up over his mentum and chest.

The future aurora my seat got another pounding before we both had to hit the road. I did find some cum in Tony 's thorax hair from the nighttime before. lucky I did, what would his wife say if she found cum in his chest hair ?

After that I had a great calendar week on the farm, it took a few days for my bottom to feel normal again and it was n't something I could percentage with all my agriculture mate. On the way dwelling I stopped at the same hotel for a night. Unfortunately, there were no bozo like Tony about. I did however have a tardily night swim at the pool. I setup my camera and took some speedo selfies for you .