After my forenoon walk/swim/coffee today I got back to my unit complex and hybridise track with my landlord. We chatted for a few minutes, he thanked me for having him for drinks net dark and we both said that we were a little bit hungover this sunup but nothing a swim in the ocean couldn't fix.

The hold out thing he said to me was"Thanks for… you know."

"Anytime"I replied as I headed back to my unit.

I'm glad he remembered what we did last night, and I'm glad that it might take place again.

A few months ago I moved up to the Sunshine Coast, it was a piddling bit knavish finding a piazza to rent/lease but eventually I found this gravid building block which is a brusk base on balls to the beach and furnished. It also has its own private roof which is where I pretty much unrecorded when it isn't raining ( as it has been a bit too much lately ).

When I inspected the building block I was on my best deportment, and I got along with The Landlord and his wife.

The building complex has six building block in it, I've rented the top floor at the straw man of the building and The Landlord who owns my unit, also owns a social unit on the solid ground floor a the back of the complex near the little swimming kitty where they live. I think usually they travel and aren't home much but the altogether covid thing right.

The Landlord and his married woman are late forties, she is a cute brunette who looks like she has some Italian in her heritage. Russ looks like a grown up surf bum with blonde hair, tall, slim and fit for a guy approaching fifty twelvemonth old. He made his money in IT and that is what I tell him I do for a living ( don't really tell to many people I run some speedo fetish gay porn sites ).

I've only really chatted with The Landlord a smattering of time and it is usually when we run in to each other in the complex kitty. I don't use it a entirely bunch and I can't see it from my unit but I don't think anyone else in the complex uses it but The Landlord is often there. When I've seen him at the pool he wears a black speedo. He is married and from his tan it looks like he wears speedos a lot. I always wear a speedo at the pool and he never said anything it.

Had I know what would bechance, I would have embarrassed myself by getting a botch in my speedo all those time we hung out.

I wouldn't haven been able to stop thinking about how The Landlord was sitting on my couch, ramification spread with me on my articulatio genus between them. His speedo pulled down under his balls, my right hired hand stroking his cock, my mouth open, tongue just touching the tip of his cock and him exploding the biggest load of cum I have ever experienced. I had warning that he was about to cum, I was expecting it but it still surprised me the volume of man juicy that came rushing at my face.

Unlike me, I couldn't take it all and ended up with cum on my chin and dripping down his hammer, on his ball and a little bit on his black speedo which he was going to own to explain to his wife.

It started yesterday afternoon, I had been for a walk to get grocery store and getting home I was a little hot so decided to grab a couple of beers and go for a quick dip in the building complex pond. I had been in maybe two sips ( of beer ) when The Landlord walked in to the pool area. There are signaling everywhere about no glass and no feeding or crapulence in the pocket billiards so I immediately apologized to The Landlord but he told me it was okay. I offered him my second beer which he accepted.

Once those beers were finished, he got out and grabbed a dyad Sir Thomas More each from his unit.

Just two straight acting, Australian blighter, chilling out in the pool, drinking beer on a Friday good afternoon, wearing nothing but the tiny amount of material that makes up a speedo.

The conversation was just normal in the pool but that would change when we went up to my unit and went from beer to whiskey.

Once the sun set, it got a lot cooler and since I owed The Landlord a beer I invited him up to my post for another drink. whiskey or beer, we both opted for beer. When we got up to my unit The Landlord asked me if I had another towel and I threw him one. I was in the kitchen pouring us some drinking and to my complete surprised, The Landlord dried himself off really well with his towel, then put the dry one on the couch and sat down. Wearing nothing but his black speedo. Wow. This straight guy is really well-off with his body and wearing a speedo.

Handing The Landlord his drink, I sat on the moment couch using the same method acting he was.

The topic of conversation changed immediately, he asked me how my love life was.

I told him that a few weeks ago I had an online hookup with a bird but it might have been a once off. I was referring to my on-line hookup with a cute little twink ( www.AussieSpeedoGuy.org to read about that experience ), I've often done that in the past tense when mates ask about my intimate adventures, I pretend it was a lady friend instead of a guy.

The Landlord asked me if that was two week ago, on a Th good afternoon ?

My mind did a quick check, it was a Thursday afternoon two weeks ago that the Whitney Young guy cable came over to my stead. Ow no, I had just been outted by my The Landlord. My head raced at a million miles an hour, would he quetch me out, what would he do ? While my mine exploded I couldn't talk.

Finally looking up I saw a grinning on The Landlords font. It is OK Dave, he told me, I did some experimenting in my younger, bachelor days.

That gave me a minuscule bit of fill-in but I was still speechless.

The Landlord actually reached over and slapped me on the thigh, reassuring me that it is OK. My secret was safe with him.

He then proceeded to severalise me about when he was in his former twenties and was a member of the local breaker life saving golf club ( lifeguards ) and he and his practiced mate would blow each other a couple of times a week. They both had girlfriends but they were just horny all the time and he found that his partner sucked cock better than his girlfriends ever did.

Then he threw out an invitation, he said"I kinda omit it"with a grin and a little nod towards his crotch.

"I'd love to"was my reply and I got up off the couch and got on my knees between The Landlords legs.

Wow, that went from two flat acting guy cable having a drink in the pool to my script on his thighs, me on my genu and my tongue moving towards his bump. As my natural language inched close to his putz, I felt a small bit light headed. When the tip of my glossa touched the lycra of his blue speedo, The Landlord's prick flinched.

Then I got to work.

I worked his shaft through the speedo material for a while and his cock got harder, and harder.

It was too much for The Landlord, he reached down, undid the drawstring of his speedo and flopped his cock out and pulled the speedo waist banding below his balls. I went to work on his cut cock. He was completely shaved which is what I love and I just went to Ithiel Town sucking his peter like it was the last-place cock on Earth. Looking up at The Landlord, he had his mitt behind his head and he was biting his lip, I knew he would be cumming soon.

He gave me some warning and as I described earlier, I opened my oral fissure and while flicking the tip of his turncock with my natural language I was stroking it with my right hand. Then his tool exploded in a pelter of cum.

The first rope went high and got my lip and cheek, I over corrected and the indorse one went low on my Kuki-Chin and dripped down on to his balls. His rooster just kept pulsing load after load of creamy cum. I tasted it but was enjoying watching it menstruate down his shaft like lava off a batch. Between his trench breathing space The Landlord was confirming that guys really do suck cock better.

Once he finished his orgasm it was a bit of a mess. And I thought I should add to it.

I got off my articulatio genus and pulled my peter out the leg of my red speedo. I straddled The Landlord and started jerking off. My right helping hand was stroking my cock, my left was on his shoulder, his hands were both on my arse and he was focused on watching my cock getting pumped by my hand.

His hands on my arse felt astonishing and I was getting close when The Landlord looked up at me and asked me to buss him.

That put me over the edge.

While our tongues mashed together, my peter exploded and my cum poured over his cock, ballock and speedos which were drenched in his own cum from his orgasm just minutes earlier.

The Landlord had to get back to his wife and looking at the heap his speedos were he told me he couldn't take them home to his wife. He left them with me to put them in the wash and he just wrapped a towel around his nude body.

If you don't believe me, I have some photo of his blue speedos if you'd like to see them .