As you guys know ( or those who read my blog ) I have recently moved up to the sun Coast. It is in Australia, on the due east glide, north of Brisbane in the State of Queensland.

I have always wanted to survive up here because it is laid back, the weather is beautiful ( that might be why they call it the Sunshine seacoast ) and the beaches are great. Me moving up here happened pretty quickly, without much planning and while I have some friends in Brisbane, I don't actually bed anyone here on the coast.

Before you start worrying about me being lonely, think back, I am the Aussie Speedo Guy and I have a bit of a history with mobile assemblage apps.

Let me narrate you about the first friends I made here in my new home town.

It was the end of my first total day in my new social unit and after a day at the beach, working on my speedo tan, I was feeling a little bit horny. Maybe a petty bit lonely to go along with feeling horny. I grabbed my mobile phone, a drink and went up to the rooftop hottub. Because of all the border closures here in Australia, the construction I'm living in has no holidaymaker and feels really empty so I had the hottub all to myself. I was wearing a pair of AussieBum Portsea's ( they are spicy and I have a bit of a chronicle getting in to juicy situations while wearing them ).

Sitting in the hottub, on my own, I started updating my inside information on the hookup app. Just a little bit of a ranting : if you use a dating or hookup app, put as much information as you can in there and as many exposure as possible. The unharmed idea of it is to hookup and the more mortal knows about you the substantially. And then when you message mortal, trying putting a trivial More drive than"Hey ”. If it goes well, I will be sucking your cock, or letting your screw my arse in the next thirty proceedings, how about a little to a greater extent than"Hey ”. So I updated my visibility, added some new photos ( I've put on a little bit of weight unit since the Covid started so wanted up to date pics ).

Profile updated, I made a couple of speech sound margin call then ducked back down steps to get another drink.

It had been half an hour or so since I updated my visibility and the app had blown up with substance. I can't remember exactly how many messages were in my inbox but if it was twelve, ten of them were the"Hey ”. Jesus of Nazareth F. Redeemer ! ! ! Some citizenry are slack. In the past tense I've replied to a"Hey"with"Hey is what horses eat."but this time I just deleted them.

One reply did catch my attention though."G'day Dave, looking great in that little speedo. My married person Matt and I would love to meet you. We both prefer being top, think you could handle us ? Check out our profile for more details about us and experience gratis to ask anything."

I looked at their profile. Two barrel chested Aussie men, these guy wire were big, late 30 and while their photos didn't show their faces ( I completely understand the need for prudence ) there was a photo of them arm in arm on a beach wearing AussieBum speedos.

These cat sounded like fun and just wanted I needed…. we arranged for them to fall over.

They were just around the nook so ten mo later I got their message that they were here. I wrapped my towel around me, threw on my shirt and headed down to the figurehead doorway to let the guy cable in. They looked just like their photos online and we all shook hands, just like old mates.

We jumped in the elevator to head up to the rooftop hottub and there was an elder couple coming up from the basement joining us in the lift. If they only knew what the three of us were going to get up to in the next time of day !

vertebral column on the cap, the guy cable lost their shirts and shorts and revealed their AussieBum speedos. I dropped my towel and that made three guys, speedo guy cable, getting in the hottub. The guys brought some beer and they were handed around.

When I'm on my knee joint, the hottub is about nipple deep. Somehow it worked out that I was in the center of the hottub, on my knees and the guys were on either slope of me. After a little bit of small talk, a few sips of beer, one of the guy asked me to hold his beer. No problems. However, I didn't actualize what he had in intellect. Now I had a beer in each helping hand which made me a little vulnerable. His hands started roaming around my speedo. His hands were joined by the other guy who put his beer down and his helping hand started as well. Four big, masculine hands all over my speedo, forepart, back, squeezing, rubbing. I was full erect.

Then their hands were inside my speedo.

Without undoing the drawstring their hands slipped under the lycra through the pegleg. hired man, everywhere. My lump, my prick, my butt hole.

I wanted to experience how horny these guys were so I managed to put down the beers in my hands and reached under the water to finger the front of their speedos. The nylon ( AussieBum's are made of nylon instead of lycra ) covering their cocks was being stretched. They were both hard, really hard.

If the hottub was private we would have kept going there but since we could have been interrupted at any present moment, I suggested we take this threesome back to my unit.

Thankfully nobody joined us in the elevator. Although we had towels around our waists, the towels couldn't hide out the three surd turncock that were present. And, the conversation might cause made any unsuspicious guest blush a little bit. The Guy asked me if I liked being Spit Roasted. Who did they think they were asking ? Of course I like being Spit Roasted !

Right there, in the lift, they had a scissors/paper/rock to decide who got first go on my tail. It felt like my arse was being auctioned off.

Imagine if you were in an elevator with three Guy, all shirtless, towels not really hiding their bulging crotches, listening to them decide who got to fuck my arse first.

We didn't make it all the way in to my social unit when our speedos were being removed. I personally prefer to observe them on but it didn't facial expression like I would get much of a say in legal proceeding. My speedos were pretty much torn off and the three of us headed to my bedroom. Again, I was between these two muscly guys and they positioned me on my articulatio genus. Before I knew it, I had a cock in my mouth and felt my butt boldness bed cover and the other guy offset tonguing my bum. I really eff being rimmed.

The rimjob didn't last long, he was just getting my arse ready for the fucking that was to cum. The future feeling I was cognisant of ( call back I was working on a fat cock that was in my mouth so I had other things to concentrate on ). I felt a finger, all slippery, working around my fundament pickle. Then, it was inside me. Just a little bit. I must make flinched a little bit because one of the guys ( I wasn't sure which one ) asked if I was OK.

break my suction on the cock that was in my oral cavity, I turn my forefront and said"Are you going to fuck me or what ?"

That got a laughter from the guy and as the guy behind me positioned his cock at my back entry he said something along the lines of, Dave, when we are done with you, you'll know that you've been fucked.

Slowly, he slid his turncock inside me. I knew it was thick from touching it in the hottub, and seeing it when we got back to my unit. Now I was feeling just how thickset it was. With cock in my mouth I moaned when the head of his shaft popped in. He paused, I paused and after a few irregular I was pushing my nates back towards him, wanting more.

The guy in my arse found some rhythm and was fucking me with a nice steady pace. This gave me a alteration to concentre on the cock in my mouth.

My new found focus on the cock in my oral fissure was working, working too well because all of a sudden it was removed from my mouth and I was told he was getting too close. He lifted me up and started kissing me instead. It might receive been the change in the position of my hips but the guy in my bunghole lifted the pacing, he was getting close. Louder moan, closer. Then one bass poking and he paused, then I felt him shudder as his stopcock exploded. He had a pretty upright adhesive friction on my hips as I felt his peter stitch and muscle spasm inside me.

The guy I was kissing while this climax was happening, in my rear, broke off the kiss and told his boyfriend that it was his play on my arse.

tool was removed from my arse, and I expected to be turned around but instead I was pushed backwards on the bed so I was lying on my back. The guy who had just fucked me handed his boyfriend a condom which was put on in book time then he grabbed me by the hips. I was dragged towards him and my coxa raised.

he first guy to eff me had removed his secondhand condom and grabbed my knees lifting them up, This gave his boyfriend leisurely entree to my, recently fucked, arse.

Then, I had a pecker inside me again. After my putz sucking efforts, this wasn't going to last long and I wanted to cum as well so I started stroking my stopcock while I was being fucked hard, and fast.

It was a close ending, but I think I started cumming on my stomach a few seconds before the guy in my arse started cumming.

There was band of huffing and puffing and when the bozo had caught their breathing place they kissed above me, then they both kissed me in turn and thanked me.

After that beginning showdown, it has turned in to a weekly thing. We hang out in speedos, toast some beer and two guy wire fuck my brains out. It is a nice arranging I think .