Performing For Aspen Sugar Dada


Anal, Cheating, Erotica, First-Time, Gay, Hardcore, Mature, Threesome
I told you guys that I had a crazy weekend here in Colorado River and finally I've gotten a second to sit down and differentiate you guys about it. I'm still in Colorado but headed back to Australia early adjacent week after Kip's now illustrious Speedo Only Party ( Kip is my master of ceremonies and study colleague ). Keep an eye on my blog future week to try about the shenanigans that are bound to happen.

Back to what we got up to cobbler's last weekend.

It started on Thursday night when Kip asked me if I wanted to go to Aspen for the weekend ? I have never been ( Kip lives in Breckenridge and Aspen is a two 60 minutes thrust ). Of course I'd love to snowboard Aspen but I had looked at it in the yesteryear and it is phenomenally expensive, both accommodation and ski face lift toss. I expressed that fiscal concern to Kip who said he had an offer for me.

We had a free place to stay, free airlift tickets and all we had to do was let this guy see us fuck.

I love being watched so that portion didn't bother me. Who is the guy ?

The guy is a last fifty, married ( to a woman ), bulwark Street guy who has a colossus house in Aspen. He also has a condo on the snow. Super rich, like crazy rich. Some capital of Colorado friends of Kip's, a Whitney Moore Young Jr. gay couple that I have met, go out there and perform for him a few multiplication a twelvemonth when the Wall Street papa is in townsfolk. bulwark Street Daddy is in town this weekend but the capital of Colorado hombre can't make it so asked Kip if he and I would be interested.

Kip was told that the guy would come over each day and we would be expected to get it on while he sat and watched us, rampart Street dada may or may not buck off but we didn't have to sexually interact with him. Other than that, Kip didn't know anything more about it other than discretion would be paramount and that we would have to signalize a non-disclosure agreement ( I asked and me writing this isn't in breach of it ).

The unharmed thing sounded awesome to me. I definitely have a little bit of exhibitionist in me ( maybe that is where my speedo fetish comes from ) and of course I would have intercourse to snowboard Aspen for a weekend. Kip felt the same way so we agreed to give it a try.

Next dance step was Kip and I sending a written matter of our passports through to the capital of Colorado guy cable ( they were going to be facilitating this ), along with the non-disclose agreements signed. Those guy asked if they could mention that I am Dave Speedo Evans ( from my web log Aussie Speedo Guy ) which I agreed to. We could check into in to the apartment on Friday night and Wall Street pappa would see us that night and enjoin us when he would jaw over the weekend. He would give us the ski heave tickets when he saw us on Friday and we could check out any clock time on Monday.

Little bit of back and Forth River and it was a green light.

Twenty four hours later, nearly to the hour, Kip and I were in this beautiful, ski-in, ski-out apartment right at the washstand of Aspen Mountain. Not a Brobdingnagian apartment but it had a hottub on the deck and I can't even imagine what it cost. We were told that wall Street pa would be by around eight o'clock.

After a little bit of consultation with the Mile-High City guy rope, Kip and I had come up with a little bit of a plan.

There was a belt at the door.

When I opened the room access the wall Street dada was greeted by seeing me wearing just my new midget Asiatic dash stadium speedos. I got these when I arrived in CO a few hebdomad ago and I love them. They sit low on my rose hip and are far too tiny to be worn swimming but look large and everything scene. The lycra material stretches enough that it can take my cock when erect which is what rampart Street pa saw when his optic moved down my trunk to the social movement of my little speedo.

What I was greeted with when I opened the door was a fountainhead dressed, late fifty dollar bill guy that I totally recognised from watching the business epithelial duct on TV ( I'm not sharing what channel but there are only two ). He is not a commentator but mortal that they have on to interview. I wouldn't have known his epithet off the top of my fountainhead but I knew who he was.

We shook hands and he entered the room.

Wall Street Daddy was saying that he was just swinging by on his way to dinner and might see us later when he noticed Kip. Kip was wearing a jockstrap and was tied to the couch with his arse in the air, with a butt joint stopple inserted in it.

I asked Wall Street dad if he had a few minutes to dispense with as I was about to plow Kip's arse.

wall Street Daddy sat down on the chair that Kip and I had put out with a birds eye eyeshot of what we were about to do.

I slowly removed the seat spark plug that was inside Kip and he let out a niggling groan. I pulled my cock out of my speedo and rested the point at the incoming to Kip's well lubed arse. Then I began my inaugural thrust.

Kip hasn't been fucked in a while and he was moaning loudly as I slid my stopcock into his arse. Listening to him moan and knowing that we were being watched was a super turn on. With a couple of mini accident I got lump cryptical inside Kip and rested for a minute.

I looked over at the paries Street Daddy who was rubbing his cock through his denim. Should I fuck him hard and fast or dim, I asked Wall Street Daddy ? He opted for fast and I happy complied.

My tool started pounding Kip's tight arse and he was moaning. A little bit of botheration but mostly pleasure and Kip was telling me to fuck him operose. I leaned back, holding on to Kip's supporter and my hips trust back and forth. The view that the rampart Street Daddy was getting must have been amazing.

Kip and I have only recently started bare backing ( sex without a condom ) after we both got tested when I arrived in CO. Being more of a top Kip has been strip backing me over the hold out workweek but this was my starting time sentence fucking him and I was about to cum. My first spirt of cum was cryptical inside him, my indorse was half way out and by my third cum spasm the read/write head of my cock was just inside Kip. I let it breathe there a petty bit before pulling all the way out. The horizon of my cum oozing out of Kip's shaved placid little man mess was a visual modality to behold.

I tucked myself back in to my speedo, the insides of which would be a mess of my cum and Kip's arsehole.

Wall Street Daddy stood up and complimented us and said that we were going to stimulate a great weekend. He said that later on he wanted to see if I could take it as well as I just gave it. I said I think I could handle it and I said that he was more than welcome to bear a twist as well which raised his eyebrow.

The utmost instructions from wall Street Guy were that we should snaffle dinner and then grab a swallow at the Little Nell ( I hadn't heard of it but famous in Aspen circle ) around 9pm. We were not to near him but he might approach us. Then he left.

I need to relieve the strain on the front end of my speedo as I sit here writing this. The weekend old got hotter and the snowboarding was pretty baffle as well. I might write more about it later this week.
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