A few months ago I was asked to head up to a ally of mines family unit farm to help out with some George Herbert Walker Bush fire mitigation. They were afraid of a fire public exposure and taking out their property.

In the end, their property was n't effected by the fire but I enjoyed helping out in the Dubyuh for a week and they are good friends. I could tell you some fun narrative about hanging out on the farm but that is n't what I really want to portion with you guys. On the effort up to the farm, I spent a night at a cheap hotel and what happened in the hotel pool is something that I thought you might be interested in.

I left my place ( about an hour and a half north of Sydney on the glide ) a little by and by than I expected so instead of driving rectify though I thought I 'd pass the night somewhere on the way up. I picked a hotel near the beach so I could get up for a cockcrow swimming before getting to the farm the next 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 pluck my laptop out, do some work, have a couple of drinks, fall asleep and get up early. That was n't quite what happened.

As you might be able-bodied to opine, in my parentage of employment I often get turned on by what I 'm working on. I was working on a promotional video and it was pretty hot. So, there I am sitting in my hotel room, wearing my black Arena speedos and getting horny watching my own speedo porn.

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

After turning the app on, my phone started blowing up, beeping with pastime from other horny hombre on this Wednesday night at about 8pm.

I finished what I was doing body of work wise, poured another drink and looked at the app. As usual nine of ten of the messages were bozo with no pic, no info about themselves and their message were `` Hey ''. I totally do n't realise that at. I 'm not kidding when I say that nine of ten messages I receive are `` Hey ''.

I just turned this app affair on because I want to fuck, I 've put up a photo of me and I filled in my age and my preference and a legal brief de***********ion. Guys message me with `` Hey '' ... ..

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

I did induce one response that stood out. The guy did n't have a photograph on his profile but he sent a courteous message. Lets outcry him Tony. Tony, complimented me on my speedos, said he loves a guy in speedos. Tony is thirty-nine years old, married ( to a woman ), likes playing with guys on the slope. He sent me through a photo of him at the beach, wearing dork drawers unfortunately, with his wife and he had blurred her look out which I thought was pretty cool ( discernment is important to me ). When he sent the photo through he apologized for wearing jerk shorts but said his wife does n't like him wear speedos in public.

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

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

He told me that the puddle was courteous and being a Midweek Nox is should be pretty quiet. Would I wish to fulfill him down there ?

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

At that moment Kip ( the guy who keeps all my online stuff running ) messaged me and I had to do some stuff for him so it was n't two minutes, it was more like twenty minutes before I poured another drinkable and left my hotel way 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 pocket billiards area.

It was after culmination time and I thought that maybe I had missed my windowpane 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.

walk into the very well lit pool field there was only one person sharing the space with me. Tony. Sitting on the boundary of the spa he looked just like the pic he had sent through but this time wearing a definitive sinister speedo brand speedo. Tony is big. A actual mans man and if we still had log jacks, that is what Tony would be. He looked his full six and a half fundament tall, outweighed me by probably one hundred British pound. Big barrel chest, hairy but not Hellene hairy, just masculine hairy. And what his speedo was trying to conceal seem big and knock-down too.

I ripped off my shirt, dropped my towel, went over to Tony and introduced myself by giving him a field glass of scotch. I apologized for my tardiness and he seemed really cool.

Tony told me that he had bribed the night manager to let us use the spa after end by giving him $ 50 and told the Danton True Young guy that he 'd get a bit of a show on the security photographic camera and was welcome to join us if he wanted. Tony said that he met the guy when he checked in and he seemed very gay. The night director seemed a little too unsure to join us but seemed to like the idea of a 'show'.

We were sitting on opposite sides of the hottub just chatting. Tony said he does a picayune change of location with body of work and has had some pretty good luck hooking up with guys at his hotel. He loves speedos and said that wearing a speedo at hotel pools has gotten him laid on Thomas More than a few occasions.

I could n't fit in to a greater extent with his sentiments and experience. Wearing a speedo has gotten me laid on many occasions when wearing dork drawers just would n't cause created the right vibe or portrayed my design or given the impression that I like guys. Maybe I 'm reading too much in to my experiences but hearing Tony talk about cheating on his wife with random guys was getting me horny.

I put down my drink and moved across the spa.

Now that I was there, Tony did n't involve to be rubbing that behemoth stopcock of his, I could help him out with that.

I reached out and started rubbing the battlefront of his speedo. Wow, what an amazing piece of meat. It did n't convey farsighted and Tony grabbed me by the binding of my neck and brought me up to kiss him. It was a knock-down kiss. Everything about Tony was powerful.

There was n't much more simpleness in me, I told Tony I wanted to try and get his man meat in whatever hole he wanted to generate it. He replied telling me I should be thrifty what I wished for and that I should give it a proper inspection before making promises I could n't keep.

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

The white drawing string came undone easily. Then I pulled the waistband of his speedos out. The elastic resisted but I was determined and I did n't care if I had to break the elastic shank ring, I wanted to see what those speedos were hiding. Pulling the waistband back I peaked inside and unlike his chest, Tony 's rooster and ball were shaved smooth.

I need my allow hand to pull his man sausage out of his speedo which I tucked under his fat, full balls.

He was totally severely and this is one of the biggest rooster I have seen. Not the longest, but long enough and thick.

Funnily, before I moved my backtalk down to take off tasting Tony, I looked around as if worry someone was watching. I do n't sleep with why I did this, just instinct I suppose. It was comic because Tony and I had been doing some pretty gay things for the in conclusion five arcminute. Hopefully the hotel Nox managing director had a good tv camera angle.

Realizing how silly I was, I concentrated on the work at handwriting. Starting at Tony 's balls, I ran my tongue up his shaft to his cock head. He was circumcized and I began playing with the headspring of his cock with my backtalk and tongue.

From his moans, Tony was enjoying this.

I kept slurping on his cock nous when Tong grabbed my question and brought me up to osculate him again. He told me we should subscribe this to a room. I 'm not completely sure why he suddenly got nervous but I had n't expected any of this kind of legal action in the public area so I had n't brought my usual supply of condoms and lube.

I admitted to Tony that I wanted to try and take his teras cock inside me. I suggested my elbow room since I had safe and lube. Tony told me we might go back to his room since he required larger condom than usual.

Somehow we managed to glut Tony 's anaconda back into his speedo and we got out of the spa.

Towels around our waists we walked out of the pocket billiards area and we both gave the security camera a wave. I really hope the night manager enjoyed our little show. I really, really desire he looks up Tony 's way and comes and joins us.

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

I do n't call up scotch was requisite but being sociable I let Tony pour me one.

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

From the look of the front of his speedo, Tony had n't lost any of the severity strain the spa so he was roaring to go. I pulled my speedo down revealing my waiting, clean and plane man hole 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 to take him. While it is the biggest putz I 've taken, recollect I was once the centre of an XI guy riot and all ten Guy fucked me in a row ( check out my blog to register about that experience ). It was sweet and sexy for Tony to be showing such concern, but it made me just want it more.

There was a dusty jet of lubricating substance in my arse crevice and Tony gently rubbed it around my kettle of fish and he got a slight gasp from me as he inserted one of his finger inside me, up to the first knuckle.

existence naughty, I asked Tony if he ever gets to plow his married woman 's arse ?

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

I could n't see it but from the front of the bed I felt Tony getting in to spatial relation, classic pooch manner. Then he grabbed my leftover hip and I 'm assuming with his rightfield hand, was guiding his monster sausage balloon towards my rear opening.

He positioned the head of his dick at my gap, he checked again if I was cook 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 sideslip in to me.

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

I was pushing back trying to immerse up more of his pecker but Tony was the one in control and instead of giving me more dick all at once, he slowly slid it in. Inch by inch. All the meter he was asking if I was alright and all the clip I responded saying yes and begging for More of it. He kept sliding it in.

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

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

Is that all ?

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

Taking his meter Tony slid out and in and out and in and over five minutes or so slowly built up some swiftness. I was getting used to his stopcock inside me and starting to really savour it when I started to hear the William Tell tale moans of an upcoming orgasm.

With hands on my arse cheeks spreading them wider, Tony thrust his shaft deep inside me. I looked over my articulatio humeri and saw him arc his binding, thrust his top dog back and give out a roar which was very suited considering his stature. I could feel his cock pulse as his globe emptied that load of cum.

Tony 's paw were rubbing my backbone as his external respiration returned to convention. He stayed inside me as his peter slowly lost its rigidity. Finally, when it was balmy, it slipped out of my arse.

At his suggestion, we decided to houseclean up in the shower where Tony sucked me off. He did n't consume my shipment in his mouth but let me explode over his Chin and chest.

The next morning my arse got another pounding before we both had to hit the route. I did rule some cum in Tony 's chest hair from the night before. Lucky I did, what would his married woman say if she found cum in his chest of drawers hair ?

After that I had a enceinte week on the farm, it took a few days for my arse to feel normal again and it was n't something I could share with all my farming mates. On the way habitation I stopped at the same hotel for a night. Unfortunately, there were no hombre like Tony about. I did however have a late night swim at the consortium. I setup my camera and took some speedo selfies for you .