As you guys make love ( or those who read my blog ) I have recently moved up to the temperateness seacoast. It is in Australia, on the Orient seacoast, north of Brisbane in the land of Queensland.

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

Before you start worrying about me being lonely, remember, I am the Australian Speedo Guy and I have a bit of a account with nomadic hookup apps.

Let me tell you about the number 1 supporter I made here in my new home town.

It was the end of my maiden total day in my new whole and after a day at the beach, working on my speedo tan, I was feeling a little bit aroused. Maybe a fiddling 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 building I'm livelihood in has no tourist and smell really empty so I had the hottub all to myself. I was wearing a pair of AussieBum Portsea's ( they are aristocratic and I have a bit of a history getting in to gamy situations while wearing them ).

Sitting in the hottub, on my own, I started updating my detail on the hookup app. Just a slight bit of a rant : if you use a dating or hookup app, put as a lot info as you can in there and as many photo as potential. The entirely idea of it is to hookup and the Sir Thomas More someone knows about you the better. And then when you message somebody, trying putting a little more effort than"Hey ”. If it goes well, I will be sucking your cock, or letting your ass my arse in the adjacent thirty arcminute, how about a little more than than"Hey ”. So I updated my profile, added some new photograph ( I've put on a little bit of weightiness since the Covid started so wanted up to appointment moving-picture show ).

Profile updated, I made a distich of phone yell then ducked back down stairs to get another drink.

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

One response did watch my attention though."G'day Dave, looking peachy in that little speedo. My pardner mat and I would love to touch you. We both prefer being top, think you could treat us ? moderate out our visibility for more than details about us and feel free to ask anything."

I looked at their profile. Two cask chested Australian men, these guys were big, late thirties and while their picture didn't show their faces ( I completely understand the need for discretion ) there was a photo of them arm in arm on a beach wearing AussieBum speedos.

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

They were just around the quoin so ten minutes later I got their subject matter that they were here. I wrapped my towel around me, threw on my shirt and headed down to the front doors to let the guys in. They looked just like their photos online and we all shook hands, just like old mates.

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

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

When I'm on my articulatio genus, the hottub is about mamilla deep. Somehow it worked out that I was in the middle of the hottub, on my knees and the guy wire were on either side of me. After a little bit of small talk, a few sips of beer, one of the guys asked me to hold his beer. No trouble. However, I didn't see what he had in thinker. Now I had a beer in each hand which made me a slight vulnerable. His hands started roaming around my speedo. His custody were joined by the other guy who put his beer down and his manpower started as well. Four big, masculine men all over my speedo, front, 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 ramification. manpower, everywhere. My balls, my cock, my border hole.

I wanted to feel how aroused these bozo were so I managed to put down the beers in my work force and reached under the water supply to feel the front of their speedos. The nylon ( AussieBum's are made of nylon instead of lycra ) covering their putz was being stretched. They were both hard, really hard.

If the hottub was common soldier we would suffer kept going there but since we could let been interrupted at any consequence, I suggested we take this deuce-ace back to my unit.

Thankfully nobody joined us in the lift. Although we had towels around our waists, the towels couldn't hide the three hard pecker that were present. And, the conversation might give birth made any unsuspecting Edgar Guest flush a trivial bit. The guy cable asked me if I liked being Spit Roasted. Who did they think they were asking ? Of course of study I like being Spit Roasted !

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

Imagine if you were in an elevator with three guys, all shirtless, towels not really hiding their bulging fork, listening to them resolve who got to bang my hindquarters first.

We didn't make it all the way in to my unit when our speedos were being removed. I personally prefer to keep them on but it didn't look like I would get much of a say in proceedings. 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 genu. Before I knew it, I had a cock in my sass and felt my rear cheeks banquet and the early guy start tonguing my arse. I really have it off being rimmed.

The rimjob didn't in conclusion long, he was just getting my arse ready for the fucking that was to cum. The next feeling I was aware of ( remember I was working on a fat pecker that was in my mouth so I had other things to boil down on ). I felt a finger, all slippery, working around my butt golf hole. Then, it was inside me. Just a small bit. I must take in flinched a little bit because one of the guys ( I wasn't sure which one ) asked if I was OK.

breakage my suck on the cock that was in my mouth, I turn my pass and said"Are you going to make out me or what ?"

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

Slowly, he slid his putz inside me. I knew it was stocky from touching it in the hottub, and seeing it when we got back to my unit. Now I was feeling just how duncish it was. With pecker in my mouth I moaned when the head of his cock popped in. He paused, I paused and after a few seconds I was pushing my behind back towards him, wanting more.

The guy in my arse found some speech rhythm and was fucking me with a nice sweetie tempo. This gave me a change to concentrate on the stopcock in my mouth.

My new found focus on the turncock in my lip was working, working too well because all of a sudden it was removed from my rima oris and I was told he was getting too close. He lifted me up and started kissing me instead. It might stimulate been the change in the attitude of my hips but the guy in my arse lifted the tempo, he was getting close. Louder moans, closer. Then one cryptic thrust and he paused, then I felt him throb as his cock exploded. He had a pretty good bobby pin on my hips as I felt his cock stitch and spasm inside me.

The guy I was kissing while this orgasm was happening, in my rump, broke off the kiss and told his young man that it was his turn on my arse.

Cock 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 vertebral column. The guy who had just fucked me handed his boyfriend a condom which was put on in record time then he grabbed me by the hips. I was dragged towards him and my hips raised.

he first guy to do it me had removed his used safe and grabbed my knees lifting them up, This gave his boyfriend gentle access to my, recently fucked, arse.

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

It was a faithful finishing, but I think I started cumming on my tum a few seconds before the guy in my posterior started cumming.

There was lots of huffing and puffing and when the guy rope had caught their breath they kissed above me, then they both kissed me in play and thanked me.

After that first encounter, it has turned in to a weekly thing. We hang out in speedos, pledge some beer and two guys fuck my mentality out. It is a nice transcription I think .