I dug this out of the archives on my blog because live on week I hooked up with a guy who was doing some spicy matter in his speedos for money and it reminded me of this experience I had a few eld ago.

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I saw an ad online looking for"Exhibitionist Waiter for Private political party ”. It was coming up to Xmas and I really needed the money. I was feeling pretty happy about my twenty year old eubstance these sidereal day, I was training for some long space swim event which involved spending a lot of metre in the kitty. With all that training I was starting to tan up nicely and I had lost about ten kilograms which put me in the slim category.

Let me quickly explain a bit about myself, I'm twenty yr old and mid way through my college degree, I'm 6″1′, glowering hair's-breadth with some blonde through it and reasonably tanned. I've had a little bit of guy/guy experience but not a great deal - although it always gets me hard. I've fooled around with guys but never to the point of climax, I know that sounds weird but the few times I've fooled around I've gotten close then cut things off and jerked off thinking about it for calendar month and month afterwards. So I've very inexperienced.

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So I'm feeling pretty confident with my consistence these days and this ad for an ‘ flasher Waiter'sounds like it could be worry and I won't knock back the money.

I replied to the ad with some of my favorite selfie picture of me in my speedos which were all taken by mates just goofing off after swim training. I received a response within a twosome of hours outlining my ‘ obligation'if I was to accept the position. The guy who placed the ad, Kyle, explained to me that he was having a political party at his billet for a group of mainly gay supporter and thought it would be fun to make some cute young guy being waiters in speedos. Kyle was looking for three or four waiters and was willing to pay each waiter $ 250 for the Night plus all the alcohol and food they wanted.

After reading this I got a severe on straight away, sounded perfect tense. I love speedos ( my few guy/guy experiences had always started from scenarios where I was with other guys in speedos, and speedos have always been a fetish of mine ). Kyle and I corresponded over the following two workweek and all was sorted for the Friday night. The details were that I was to just rock up at 6:30pm and people would start to go far at 7pm for the party. Kyle would provide the speedos and I was to wear tennis shoes and wind cone with them.

Friday finally came and I left my place at 6:15pm. For sure as shooting, I was nervous but excited at the Lapp time. Kyle had told me that there would only be two server, another guy my age and myself, but he said that he would pay us $ 350 each for the night because of the extra work load. I arrived at Kyle's and walked up to the front threshold. Kyle's house was impressive, a Brobdingnagian planetary house that could nearly be called a mansion. After knocking on the door I heard leg it whole step and the door opened. With the door opened I was faced with a thoroughly looking guy of about thirty eld old. The guy in front of me quickly introduced himself as Kyle and welcomed me in. Kyle led me through the house to the kitchen where he was making stopping point min preparations. As we entered the kitchen Kyle began to usher in me to the former ‘ server'Martin who was already in his uniform, a tiny black speedo, and nothing else. Before Kyle could say my name the other waiter greeting me.

"Brad, is that you man - how the hell are you ?"

"Martin, mate how are you ? Long time no see."I replied as we shook hands.

Mary Martin went to schooling with me and was the start guy I had ever fantasized about. He was in my year and I had thought he was sound looking, but then we had a semester of swimming stratum and since it was an all son school, speedos were required. I remember Martin's slopped arse in his fiddling black speedos. I jacked off to that thought for class. I didn't know Martin had any gay inklings but I had masturbated many a time intellection of St. Martin in his speedos.

"You guys know each early ?"asked Kyle.

"Yeah, we went to school together."Martin replied.

"I'll let you take Brad upstairs and get him into his uniform. I've got some stuff to end down here so take your clock time. Don't forget, when the guests arrive you are to greet them at the door and lead them out the back."

Dino Paul Crocetti lead me out of the kitchen to the principal staircase. Ow my God his ass was amazing. In the tight black speedos it was soaked and moved smoothly as he walked. I could hardly keep my eye of it.

"So Brad have you done this before ?"Mary Martin asked as we approached the top of the grand curving staircase.

"No match, my first meter. But I have to accommodate a soft fleck for speedos so I jumped at the chance. How about you ?"

"Yeah I've been doing a little bit of accompaniment work, nothing heavy or anything just the odd nice honest-to-goodness guy. Pays better than McDonalds and I've got some regular now that are really fairly easy going."

"For real number ? I didn't even think you were gay ?"I replied with a good pinch of jar in my voice.

"Yeah, never really mucked around with any guys my, I mean our, age, its only really for the money I suppose. I'm not complaining though. Anyways, your ‘ work'gear wheel is on the bed."Martin said pointing to the twosome of size 12 ( 28″ waist ) blackamoor speedos on the bed. By this time my hammer had stirred and I was half concentrated and really looking forward to getting into those speedos.

I undid my belt and the button on my blue jean, Martin seemed to make himself comfortable on the bed. Evidently, he was going to watch me get changed and didn't think anything of it. I wasn't quite that confident.

I grabbed the speedos and told Dean Martin, I'd be back, as I headed towards the en suite.

As I quickly changed in the can I looked at myself in my slopped black speedos and thought, red cent I look hot ! ! !

It was meter to try it on St. Martin and walked out of the en suite dressed only in my tiny Black speedos. Sitting on the end of the bed Martin was fixated on my speedos."Wow Dave, you look fucking hot ! ! ! Your cock is huge too ! ! !"Speedos have the effect of getting me aroused.

"Thanks fellow, you look darn hot in yours as well."I said as I sat on the bed next to Dean Martin. It was only 6:45pm so we had fourth dimension before anyone arrived.

"We'll we can't go down stairs with only one of us hard."I said and I put my hand on Martin's trailer truck laborious cock. Steve Martin looked into my center and we moved forward and began a deep kiss. We kissed deeply and our tongues lashed. I had been looking forward to this for years but never thought it could possibly come admittedly. Dean Martin lied back and I was on top of him with my second joint rubbing his now rock hard cock through his tiny speedos.

Just as we lied down on the bed, we didn't observance but, Kyle had walked into the doorway. It must have been an awing sight the two of us making out on the bed in nada to a greater extent than our flyspeck piddling Negroid speedos. Kyle enjoyed the horizon for a moment or two before discreetly interrupting us.

coughing, Cough,"Excuse me boys."

We jumped to attending, totally surprised at Kyle's sudden appearance in the doorway. We both began apologizing.

"It's alright, looks like you two have some catching up to do from school. There will be prison term for that later. If you guys can come downstairs and start to get some drinks ready, hoi polloi will set off arriving any minute."

"No job at all,"we replied, relieved that Kyle wasn't disorder about his two speedo waiter going at it.

"And the erections are a very nice touch boys."Kyle commented with a cheeky smile as he headed down stairs.

Martin and I smiled and decided that we would finish what we started later in the evening. We jumped up off the bed and headed down stairs ( with our rock strong stopcock bulging in our speedos ). On the way down stairs I gave Martin the pleasure of following my speedo clad arse.

After getting some stuff gear up behind the bar, the door bell rang. Dean Martin was still getting some ice in the esky's outside ( that is a cooler for my non-Australian readers ) so I grabbed a glass of Champagne-Ardenne in each paw and went to the threshold. The door wasn't closed ( the curl and care were pulled back but citizenry rang the Alexander Bell anyways ). As I approached the door I asked the guests to come in.

A mid thirty guy pushed the door open and took a measure inside the house.

"eventide Sir, and receive to the party."I said, however it was apparent that the man, who was very well dressed in black trousers, a black shirt and a black jacket with some visible gold jewellery wasn't that interested in what I had to say as to more what was in my midget black speedo."Kyle is out the back just finishing off preparation, I'm Brad, one of your waiter for the night."

The man's gaze finally broke and he looked up at me."Hi there Brad, nice to meet you I'm sea dog, a business concern associate of Kyle's. You are in a bit of a precarious view there, with your men wide and all."

diddly was implying to the glass of Champagne in each of my hands. Without giving me time to respond, Jack moved his veracious hired hand down to my semi erect shaft and began to rub it. With his free hired man Jack began massaging my speedo habilitate ass. It was odd but I can't say that I resisted at all, it was like two seconds before I was rock backbreaking again.

After about thirty seconds of rubbing from Jack on my now rock solid cock we could hear another car arrive. Jack removed his custody, somewhat reluctantly I'm sure, from my speedo and took a methamphetamine hydrochloride of champagne.

"I'm sure I can avail you with that later on Dave. And I must say, you are a rattling waiter."

"I'll lead you out the game"I replied. As I walked through the house to the hinder yard I knew that Jack would be admiring my hindquarters and I was loving it ! ! ! I left diddlyshit at the doorway to the M and got back to my duties of welcoming everyone.

The party went keen, martin and I were interfering the unharmed time but received lots of compliments and had our speedos rubbed an many affair. Early in the evening Kyle came up to us in the kitchen, he said he saw someone snap Martin's arse and wanted to have it away if we were OK with that or should he put a stopover to it. Both Mary Martin and I were totally fine with it, two twenty year old guys in speedos waiting on a crowd of gay cat who were drinking… what else was going to happen ? Kyle appreciated that we were so cool off about it.

By 11pm the party had wound down, Martin and I were getting on top of cleaning everything and Kyle and about five of his friends were the only if ones left. Kyle again came into the kitchen, thanks us for working so hard and told us our job was done. We could go place or we could advert out and have a beverage if we wanted. We opted to hang out.

"You guys can put on some clothes… if you really want to."

I think the ‘ if you really want to'meant that Kyle would wish us to go forward to hang out in our petite speedos.

We poured drinks for ourselves, grabbed another nursing bottle of wine for the table and headed out to join the guys. Even though it was summertime, it was getting a footling cool so when we came out to the outdoor table, Steve Martin asked Kyle if he minded we sat in the hottub which was right next to the table. Kyle thought it was a great idea.

Mary Martin and I slipped into the hottub.

Neither of us could preserve our hands to ourselves under the water although we were trying to be discrete since there were six men sitting within three cadence of us.

It came up that Martin and I had gone to school together."Did you guys fritter away around at school ?"one of the guys asked."No, not even airless"I replied.

Kyle interrupted the conversation saying that we were catching up though and told everyone that he had caught us making out before the political party. There were hoots and hollers from the guys.

I started to blush but Martin had a completely different reaction."Want us to show you guys ?"more hoots and hollers and before I knew it, Martin was standing up, pulled me up and we were taking out again. This sentence our interview wasn't just Kyle, but Kyle and five of his friends who were giving us a lot of encouragement.

Once I got over the electric shock and embarrassment I started to enjoy it.

Martin pushed me back against the face of the hottub and began to work out his way downwards. This was totally out of the box for me and I looked at Kyle for approval which he gave with a nod. I distinctly heard one of the guys saying"suction Brad's cock you naughty boy."

Taking his prison term, Martin's lips and knife finally made it to the waistline isthmus of my tiny pitch blackness speedos. He was playing up to the crowd. He grabbed the front of my speedo with his fingerbreadth on the interior as if about to rip them down but he paused…"lack me to breastfeed him off ?"

This was greeted with plenty of approval and instead of ripping down the front of my speedo, Mary Martin pulled it down slowly, really slowly, revealing my tool to all these guys. He tucked the movement of the speedo under my balls. I was surprised at myself for doing this but I was incredibly horny. Dean Martin then started to work out my cock. He was being slow and teasing but I was just too horny.

"I'm going to cum ! ! !"

With that, my cock exploded.

The first few spasms felt amazing but then I was ashamed at cumming so quickly. I went to pull my speedo up even before I had finished spurting my cum on Martin. He didn't let me, Martin took my turncock in his mouthpiece and got the last couple of snap down his throat.

The hearing was enjoying it but I felt ugly and really embarrassed at cumming so quickly.

I tried again to back out but Dean Martin wouldn't let my shaft out of his lip. Being twenty geezerhood old, I didn't even get soft before I turned on again. No kidding, it was a minute later and the disgrace was replaced with hotness. I was getting into it and St. Martin was demonstrating some mad blowjob skills.

Then, I was cumming again. I enjoyed this orgasm a little Sir Thomas More than the kickoff but still felt ashamed at cumming so quickly. Martin took my entire payload and there more sunshine for the guys.

This meter Martin released my peter from his mouth and I slipped back into the urine as I tucked my peter back into my speedos.

When I was adjusted again I made an excuse to get up and top up my drink. beingness so block I grabbed my clothes and snuck out, I felt horrible.

On the effort home I received a text from Kyle saying I had no ground to be embarrassed and that I had put on a heavy display. In my rush to get out of there I hadn't been paid but Kyle said he'd leave the money in an envelope under his threshold mat with some extra for the appearance that Martin and I had put on.

Martin also sent me a textbook content making indisputable I was OK. He was focused on how hot it was blowing me in front of those guys. Over the adjacent few years I would pick up that it ended up being a seven soul orgy with St. Martin being the center of attention and it resulted in Martin getting some more escorting clients.

I've never worked as a speedo waiter since that Nox but St. Martin and I ended up being fuck buddies for a few years and he taught me some of his science .