I dug this out of the archives on my blog because last calendar week I hooked up with a guy who was doing some naughty things in his speedos for money and it reminded me of this experience I had a few years ago.

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I saw an ad online looking for"exhibitionist server for common soldier Party ”. It was coming up to Dec 25 and I really needed the money. I was feeling pretty glad about my twenty year old torso these days, I was training for some long distance swimming consequence which involved spending a lot of time in the pool. With all that training I was starting to tan up nicely and I had lost about ten kg which put me in the slim category.

Let me quickly excuse a bit about myself, I'm twenty long time old and mid way through my college degree, I'm 6″1′, dismal hair with some blonde through it and reasonably tanned. I've had a piffling bit of guy/guy experience but not lots - although it always gets me hard. I've fooled around with guys but never to the point of orgasm, I know that sounds weird but the few time I've fooled around I've gotten close then cut affair off and jerked off thinking about it for months and calendar month afterwards. So I've very inexperienced.

spinal column to the story…

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

I replied to the ad with some of my front-runner selfie flick of me in my speedos which were all taken by mates just goofing off after drown training. I received a answer within a duo of hours outlining my ‘ responsibility'if I was to bear the emplacement. The guy who placed the ad, Kyle, explained to me that he was having a political party at his place for a group of mainly gay friends and thought it would be fun to have some cute Danton True Young bozo being waiters in speedos. Kyle was looking for three or four server and was willing to pay each waiter $ 250 for the night plus all the inebriant and intellectual nourishment they wanted.

After reading this I got a hard on straight away, sounded perfect. I love speedos ( my few guy/guy experiences had always started from scenarios where I was with other guy wire in speedos, and speedos have always been a fetish of mine ). Kyle and I corresponded over the next two weeks and all was sorted for the Friday night. The details were that I was to just shake up at 6:30pm and people would start to arrive at 7pm for the political party. Kyle would ply the speedos and I was to wear out lawn tennis shoes and windsock with them.

Fri finally came and I left my position at 6:15pm. For sure, I was nervous but excited at the same time. Kyle had told me that there would only be two waiters, another guy my age and myself, but he said that he would pay us $ 350 each for the Nox because of the extra work load. I arrived at Kyle's and walked up to the social movement room access. Kyle's sign was impressive, a huge house that could nearly be called a mansion. After knocking on the room access I heard groundwork steps and the door opened. With the threshold opened I was faced with a good looking guy of about XXX years old. The guy in front of me quickly introduced himself as Kyle and welcomed me in. Kyle led me through the business firm to the kitchen where he was making last minute preparations. As we entered the kitchen Kyle began to introduce me to the other ‘ waiter'Martin who was already in his uniform, a tiny Shirley Temple speedo, and aught else. Before Kyle could say my epithet the other waiter greeting me.

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

"Steve Martin, pair how are you ? longsighted time no see."I replied as we shook hands.

Martin went to school with me and was the beginning guy I had ever fantasized about. He was in my class and I had thought he was good looking, but then we had a semester of swimming category and since it was an all boys schooling, speedos were mandatory. I remember Martin's tight bum in his little melanise speedos. I jacked off to that thought for years. I didn't know St. Martin had any gay inklings but I had masturbated many a time thinking of Martin in his speedos.

"You guys jazz each former ?"asked Kyle.

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

"I'll let you accept Brad upstairs and get him into his uniform. I've got some hooey to finish down here so take your time. Don't forget, when the guests arrive you are to greet them at the threshold and pass them out the back."

Martin run me out of the kitchen to the chief staircase. Ow my God his ass was amazing. In the tight blacken speedos it was tight and moved smoothly as he walked. I could hardly keep my optic of it.

"So Brad have you done this before ?"Dino Paul Crocetti asked as we approached the top of the gilded curving staircase.

"No mate, my first metre. But I have to take a sonant spot for speedos so I jumped at the probability. How about you ?"

"Yeah I've been doing a picayune bit of escort workplace, zippo heavy or anything just the odd nice older guy. Pays meliorate than McDonalds and I've got some regulars now that are really pretty easy going."

"For real ? I didn't even think you were gay ?"I replied with a good emergency of electrical shock in my voice.

"Yeah, never really mucked around with any bozo my, I mean our, age, its merely really for the money I suppose. I'm not complaining though. Anyways, your ‘ work'gear is on the bed."Martin said pointing to the pair of size of it 12 ( 28″ waist ) black speedos on the bed. By this meter my cock had stirred and I was half hard and really looking forward to getting into those speedos.

I undid my belt and the push on my dungaree, Martin seemed to lay down 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 Mary Martin, I'd be back, as I headed towards the en suite.

As I quickly changed in the bathroom I looked at myself in my blind drunk black speedos and thinking, mend I look hot ! ! !

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

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

"We'll we can't go down stairs with only one of us hard."I said and I put my helping hand on Martin's semitrailer hard turncock. Mary Martin looked into my eyes and we moved forward and began a inscrutable candy kiss. We kissed deeply and our tongues lashed. I had been looking forward to this for years but never thought it could possibly make out true. Martin lied back and I was on top of him with my second joint rubbing his now rock heavy cock through his tiny speedos.

Just as we lied down on the bed, we didn't placard but, Kyle had walked into the room access. It must have got been an stick sight the two of us making out on the bed in nothing Thomas More than our petite piffling black speedos. Kyle enjoyed the view for a minute or two before discreetly interrupting us.

Cough, coughing,"alibi me boys."

We jumped to care, 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 day. There will be time for that later. If you guys can come up downstairs and start to get some drinking fix, people will part arriving any minute."

"No problem at all,"we replied, relieved that Kyle wasn't perturbation about his two speedo server going at it.

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

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

After getting some clobber ready behind the bar, the door bell rang. Martin was still getting some ice in the esky's outside ( that is a tank for my non-Australian readers ) so I grabbed a chicken feed of champagne in each hand and went to the door. The door wasn't closed ( the lock and handle were pulled back but people rang the bell anyways ). As I approached the threshold I asked the guests to amount in.

A mid thirty-something guy pushed the door undefendable and took a footfall inside the house.

"Evening Sir, and welcome 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 gilded jewellery wasn't that worry in what I had to say as to more what was in my tiny blackamoor speedo."Kyle is out the back just finishing off preparations, 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, gracious to meet you I'm jak, a commercial enterprise fellow of Kyle's. You are in a bit of a parlous locating there, with your hand fully and all."

Jack was implying to the field glass of Champagne-Ardenne in each of my hands. Without giving me clip to respond, diddlysquat moved his compensate hand down to my semi erect cock and began to rub it. With his free paw tar began massaging my speedo clad ass. It was odd but I can't say that I resisted at all, it was like two instant before I was rock intemperately again.

After about thirty bit of rubbing from Jack on my now rock self-coloured hammer we could pick up another car arrive. Jack removed his hands, somewhat reluctantly I'm sure, from my speedo and took a glass of champagne.

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

"I'll principal you out the back"I replied. As I walked through the mansion to the binding curtilage I knew that diddly-squat would be admiring my nates and I was loving it ! ! ! I left diddlyshit at the door to the yard and got back to my duties of welcoming everyone.

The company went swell, St. Martin and I were busy the whole time but received deal of wish and had our speedos rubbed an many social function. Early in the eve Kyle came up to us in the kitchen, he said he saw someone snatch Dino Paul Crocetti's arse and wanted to know if we were OK with that or should he put a full stop to it. Both Martin and I were totally OK with it, two xx year old bozo in speedos waiting on a lot of gay guy rope who were drinking… what else was going to happen ? Kyle appreciated that we were so cool about it.

By 11pm the party had wound down, Dino Paul Crocetti and I were getting on top of cleaning everything and Kyle and about five of his booster were the only ones left. Kyle again came into the kitchen, thanks us for working so tough and told us our job was done. We could go home or we could hang out and have a drink if we wanted. We opted to give ear 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 like us to keep to hang out in our diminutive speedos.

We poured drinks for ourselves, grabbed another feeding bottle of wine for the board and headed out to conjoin the hombre. Even though it was summertime, it was getting a little sang-froid so when we came out to the outdoor board, Martin asked Kyle if he minded we sat in the hottub which was right following to the mesa. Kyle thought it was a large idea.

martin and I slipped into the hottub.

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

It came up that Martin and I had gone to school together."Did you guys fritter around at school ?"one of the hombre asked."No, not even closelipped"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 party. There were hoots and hollers from the guys.

I started to flush but Martin had a completely different chemical reaction."Want us to demo you guys ?"to a greater extent hoots and yowl and before I knew it, Mary Martin was standing up, pulled me up and we were taking out again. This time our audience wasn't just Kyle, but Kyle and five of his friends who were giving us a lot of encouragement.

Once I got over the impact and plethora I started to enjoy it.

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

Taking his clip, Martin's lips and tongue finally made it to the waist circle of my tiny nigrify speedos. He was playing up to the crowd. He grabbed the front of my speedo with his fingerbreadth on the inside as if about to rip them down but he paused…"Want me to suck him off ?"

This was greeted with mass of blessing and instead of ripping down the strawman of my speedo, Martin pulled it down slowly, really slowly, revealing my cock to all these guys. He tucked the front of the speedo under my balls. I was surprised at myself for doing this but I was incredibly horny. Steve Martin then started to lick my dick. He was being wearisome and teasing but I was just too horny.

"I'm going to cum ! ! !"

With that, my cock exploded.

The start few spasms felt amazing but then I was ashamed at cumming so quickly. I went to extract my speedo up even before I had finished spurting my cum on Martin. He didn't let me, Dino Paul Crocetti took my rooster in his mouth and got the last-place twosome of blastoff down his throat.

The audience was enjoying it but I felt horrible and really embarrassed at cumming so quickly.

I tried again to back out but martin wouldn't let my tool out of his sass. beingness 20 years old, I didn't even get soft before I turned on again. No kidding, it was a minute later and the ignominy was replaced with horniness. I was getting into it and Martin was demonstrating some mad blowjob skills.

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

This sentence Mary Martin released my cock from his sassing and I slipped back into the H2O as I tucked my stopcock back into my speedos.

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

On the drive home I received a text edition from Kyle saying I had no reason to be embarrassed and that I had put on a great show. In my spate to get out of there I hadn't been paid but Kyle said he'd leave the money in an envelope under his doorway mat with some spear carrier for the show that martin and I had put on.

Martin also sent me a textual matter message making sure I was OK. He was focused on how hot it was blowing me in strawman of those guy cable. Over the next few days I would learn that it ended up being a seven person bacchanalia with Martin being the center of attention and it resulted in Martin getting some more escort clients.

I've never worked as a speedo waiter since that night but Steve Martin and I ended up being fuck pal for a few years and he taught me some of his skills .