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

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I saw an ad online looking for"Exhibitionist Waiter for Private political party ”. It was coming up to Christmas and I really needed the money. I was feeling pretty felicitous about my twenty year old consistence these daylight, I was training for some recollective space swimming events which involved spending a lot of time in the pond. With all that training I was starting to tan up nicely and I had lost about ten kilogram which put me in the slim category.

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

Back to the story…

So I'm feeling pretty confident with my trunk these 24-hour interval and this ad for an ‘ flasher waiter'sounds like it could be interesting and I won't knock back the money.

I replied to the ad with some of my favorite selfie pics of me in my speedos which were all taken by teammate just goofing off after swim grooming. I received a reply within a brace of 60 minutes outlining my ‘ obligation'if I was to accept the office. The guy who placed the ad, Kyle, explained to me that he was having a political party at his topographic point for a grouping of mainly gay friends and thought it would be fun to have some cute unseasoned guys 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 alcohol and nutrient they wanted.

After reading this I got a intemperate on true away, sounded perfect tense. I love speedos ( my few guy/guy experiences had always started from scenarios where I was with other hombre in speedos, and speedos have always been a voodoo of mine ). Kyle and I corresponded over the following two week and all was sorted for the Fri night. The particular were that I was to just rock up at 6:30pm and people would get to come at 7pm for the party. Kyle would provide the speedos and I was to get into lawn tennis shoes and socks with them.

Friday finally came and I left my topographic point at 6:15pm. For sure, I was aflutter but excited at the Lapplander 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 door. Kyle's theatre was impressive, a huge family that could nearly be called a mansion. After knocking on the door I heard leg it whole tone and the doorway opened. With the door opened I was faced with a unspoiled looking guy of about thirty yr old. The guy in straw man of me quickly introduced himself as Kyle and welcomed me in. Kyle led me through the family to the kitchen where he was making net minute preparations. As we entered the kitchen Kyle began to introduce me to the other ‘ server'Steve Martin who was already in his uniform, a tiny black speedo, and aught else. Before Kyle could say my name the other waiter greeting me.

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

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

Mary Martin went to schooltime with me and was the 1st 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 classes and since it was an all boys school, speedos were compulsory. I remember St. Martin's taut buns in his piddling black-market speedos. I jacked off to that thought for years. I didn't know Martin had any gay inkling but I had masturbated many a time thinking of Martin in his speedos.

"You guys know each early ?"asked Kyle.

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

"I'll let you demand Brad upstairs and get him into his uniform. I've got some stuff to eat up down here so lease your time. Don't forget, when the Edgar Guest arrive you are to greet them at the room access and extend them out the back."

Dean Martin lead me out of the kitchen to the main staircase. Ow my God his ass was amazing. In the crocked black-market speedos it was fast and moved smoothly as he walked. I could hardly keep my centre of it.

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

"No mate, my foremost metre. But I have to admit a soft spot for speedos so I jumped at the chance. How about you ?"

"Yeah I've been doing a little bit of escort oeuvre, nix heavy or anything just the odd skillful elder guy. Pays improve than McDonalds and I've got some habitue now that are really pretty slowly going."

"For tangible ? I didn't even think you were gay ?"I replied with a sound hint of shock in my voice.

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

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

I grabbed the speedos and told 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 tight shameful speedos and thought, darn I look hot ! ! !

It was prison term to try it on Steve Martin and walked out of the en suite dressed only in my diminutive Black speedos. Sitting on the end of the bed Martin was fixated on my speedos."Wow Dave, you look fucking hot ! ! ! Your putz is huge too ! ! !"Speedos have the gist of getting me aroused.

"Thanks mate, 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 time before anyone arrived.

"We'll we can't go down stairs with only one of us hard."I said and I put my bridge player on Martin's semi concentrated peter. Martin looked into my eyes and we moved forward and began a deep kiss. We kissed deeply and our tongues lashed. I had been looking forward to this for old age but never thought it could possibly come true. St. Martin lied back and I was on top of him with my thigh rubbing his now rock tough cock through his midget speedos.

Just as we lied down on the bed, we didn't bill but, Kyle had walked into the doorway. It must have been an amazing heap the two of us making out on the bed in aught more than our tiny little black speedos. Kyle enjoyed the view for a minute or two before discreetly interrupting us.

Cough, coughing,"excuse me boys."

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

"It's alright, looks like you two have some catching up to do from school. There will be time for that later. If you guys can come downstairs and depart to get some drinks set, masses will embark on arriving any minute."

"No trouble at all,"we replied, relieved that Kyle wasn't upset about his two speedo waiters going at it.

"And the hard-on are a very squeamish touch sensation boys."Kyle commented with a cheeky smile as he headed down stairs.

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

After getting some stuff ready behind the bar, the room access bell rang. Martin was still getting some ice in the esky's outside ( that is a ice chest for my non-Australian proofreader ) so I grabbed a ice of Champagne in each hand and went to the threshold. The room access wasn't closed ( the lock and handle were pulled back but hoi polloi rang the campana anyways ). As I approached the room access I asked the node to come in.

A mid XXX guy pushed the room access unresolved and took a footmark inside the house.

"even Sir, and welcome to the party."I said, however it was apparent that the man, who was very well dressed in black trouser, a Negro shirt and a blackened jacket crown with some visible gilded jewelry wasn't that interested in what I had to say as to more than what was in my petite contraband speedo."Kyle is out the back just finishing off readying, I'm Brad, one of your waiters for the night."

The man's regard finally broke and he looked up at me."Hi there Brad, nice to take on you I'm jackstones, a clientele comrade of Kyle's. You are in a bit of a precarious position there, with your workforce full and all."

seaman was implying to the glass of Champagne in each of my hands. Without giving me metre to respond, diddlyshit moved his rightfulness hand down to my rig erect hammer and began to rub it. With his free hand Jack began massaging my speedo clad ass. It was odd but I can't say that I resisted at all, it was like two secondment before I was rock surd again.

After about thirty arcsecond of rubbing from jack on my now rock solid stopcock we could hear another car arrive. Jack removed his script, somewhat reluctantly I'm sure, from my speedo and took a glass of champagne.

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

"I'll lead you out the back up"I replied. As I walked through the house to the spinal column yard I knew that Jack would be admiring my arse and I was loving it ! ! ! I left Jack at the door to the yard and got back to my duties of welcoming everyone.

The party went great, Martin and I were busy the whole time but received lots of compliments and had our speedos rubbed an many occasion. Early in the evening Kyle came up to us in the kitchen, he said he saw someone grab martin's arse and wanted to make out if we were OK with that or should he put a check to it. Both Martin and I were totally fine with it, two twenty class old guys in speedos waiting on a clustering of gay guys who were drinking… what else was going to happen ? Kyle appreciated that we were so cool about it.

By 11pm the company had wound down, Martin and I were getting on top of cleaning everything and Kyle and about five of his admirer were the alone one left. Kyle again came into the kitchen, thanks us for working so tough and told us our job was done. We could go household or we could hang out and suffer a drunkenness if we wanted. We opted to string up 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 continue to attend out in our tiny speedos.

We poured drinks for ourselves, grabbed another feeding bottle of vino for the tabular array and headed out to connect the guy. Even though it was summertime, it was getting a petty assuredness so when we came out to the outdoor table, Dino Paul Crocetti asked Kyle if he minded we sat in the hottub which was right next to the tabular array. Kyle thought it was a great idea.

Martin and I slipped into the hottub.

Neither of us could prevent our mitt to ourselves under the water although we were trying to be distinct since there were six men sitting within three m of us.

It came up that Martin and I had gone to school together."Did you guys put one over around at schooling ?"one of the guys asked."No, not even close"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 unlike response."Want us to shew you guy ?"more hoots and hollers and before I knew it, Dean 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 jar and embarrassment I started to enjoy it.

Martin pushed me back against the side of the hottub and began to thrash 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 guy cable saying"suction Brad's dick you naughty boy."

Taking his time, Martin's lips and knife finally made it to the waist banding of my tiny black speedos. He was playing up to the crowd. He grabbed the front of my speedo with his fingers on the interior as if about to rip them down but he paused…"Want me to suck him off ?"

This was greeted with oodles of approval and instead of ripping down the front man of my speedo, St. Martin pulled it down slowly, really slowly, revealing my putz to all these guys. He tucked the strawman of the speedo under my nut. I was surprised at myself for doing this but I was incredibly horny. Martin then started to lick my shaft. He was being decelerate and teasing but I was just too horny.

"I'm going to cum ! ! !"

With that, my shaft exploded.

The kickoff few cramp felt amazing but then I was ashamed at cumming so quickly. I went to commit my speedo up even before I had finished spurting my cum on St. Martin. He didn't let me, Martin took my hammer in his back talk and got the end couple of shots down his throat.

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

I tried again to indorse out but Martin wouldn't let my cock out of his mouth. Being twenty years old, I didn't even get soft before I turned on again. No kidding, it was a minute later and the pity was replaced with hotness. 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. Steve Martin took my entire load and there more cheer for the guys.

This time Martin released my pecker from his mouth and I slipped back into the water as I tucked my dick back into my speedos.

When I was adjusted again I made an excuse to get up and top up my drink. being so embarrassed I grabbed my apparel and snuck out, I felt horrible.

On the drive home base 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 rush to get out of there I hadn't been paid but Kyle said he'd leave the money in an gasbag under his threshold mat with some supererogatory for the display that Mary Martin and I had put on.

Martin also sent me a text subject matter making sure I was OK. He was focused on how hot it was blowing me in front of those guys. Over the side by side few days I would get word that it ended up being a seven soul drunken revelry with Martin being the center of attention and it resulted in Martin getting some more see clients.

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