Undies or Speedos?

Is this guy wearing speedos or underwear?  Just before I typed that, I noticed that it says ‘Swimwear’ on the waistband but they do look a little in between.

A pet hate of mine is seeing any guy going swimming (pool or ocean or hottub) wearing underwear.  Pretty disgusting if you ask me.  But then again, 95% of the time I’m wearing speedos under my street clothes so I’m already ready to strip down to a speedo and get in the water.

Swimwear Underwear

Pressure to Wear a Speedo

Have you ever been pressured to wear a speedo?

By a girl?  By a guy?  I hear there are rules in some European countries that make wearing a speedo compulsory?

I can’t say I have ever been pressured by an individual to wear a speedo although I am definitely guilty of pressuring guys (str8 and gay) to speedo it up.

This gallery is something I saw ages ago and it seems like this woman is pressuring the guy to speedo it up…. maybe this could be a promotional tool to get more str8 guys to wear speedos.

Potential Sunday Orgy

Sunday morning here on the Central New South Wales Coast (that is 90 minutes north of Sydney for those of you who aren’t familiar with where I am).  It is a gorgeous looking morning as I sit here in my kitchen looking out as the sun is rising.

I’m up early because I have been working was too much this week and over the weekend Kip and I have been working closely on some projects and instead of partying, I’ve been working.  Things I do for you guys.

Here is my rough plan for today:

  • Write this blog post for you guys.
  • Surf with the boys.
  • Put on breakfast for anyone who is hanging around.
  • Do some more work.
  • Have a nap.
  • Do some more work.
  • Go for a little walk along the beach (pick up milk and eggs).
  • Strip down to my speedos and go for an afternoon swim.
  • Do some more work.
  • Wait for the swim coach to arrive and fuck his arse!!!

Ow yeah.  The Swim Coach (click here to read about the first time we hooked up) texted me late last night (he might have been out partying) asking if I’d be interested in hooking up late this afternoon.

I’ll wait until a little bit later today to message him but hopefully he wasn’t just drunk texting and will show up and allow me to plow his arse again.

I did have one naughty idea/thought…. I wonder what Alex and his boyfriend are doing later today?  They might just happen to be here at my place when the Swim Coach gets here and we could just see what happens?  My only concern with that is just how discrete the Swim Coach is and that might upset him and just might not be something he is interested in.

Boys will be here any minute for our morning surf.  Leave a comment on what you think I should do regarding asking Alex and his boyfriend to come over.

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Fucking the Swim Coach

On Tuesday night I went to a Masters Swim Squad training session.  This was the second time I’ve gone along and I’m enjoying it.  Most of the people are in their forties training for triathlons and I’ve been the youngest guy there both times.  While I don’t think I need much motivation to get me to the pool to do laps, the training is different to what I do when I train on my own.

The first week I thought I was getting hit on by this married couple (guy and girl).  They asked me to join them for a beer after training and I couldn’t make it that first week but I did the second.  They were hitting on me and we ended up back at their place.  I’ve written about that on my blog which you can read.  What I want to tell you guys about is what happened on Thursday night.

The coach for the Masters swimming program is a mid twenties guy, I’ll call him Aiden here but that isn’t his real name. I think that is the least I can do for him considering he is allowing me to share it with you guys.

The first night I went along to the training session I didn’t know anyone.  I got there a little early and when checking in to the pool I asked who the coach was and Aiden was pointed out to me.  I got changed quickly (all I had to do to get changed was to remove my shoes, shirt and shorts since I was wearing my speedos).  It was a swim training session so I assumed speedos would be appropriate.  Out to the pool were a couple of people mingling with Aiden,  I walked up and introduced myself.

Aiden is hot.  My height and the dirty blonde hair, stereotypical Aussie guy who spends his summer on the beach or in the pool.  I’ve since been told that Aiden was a top swimmer in high school and college, I could tell he still has that swimmers physique despite him wearing clothes.

I was not wearing clothes, just standing there in a speedo with my swimming goggles in hand.  A little weird but nobody seemed to think anything of it.  Aiden and I chatted a little, he asked me how my swimming was, if I could do all the strokes.  My usual training swim is two kilometers in a little under forty minutes.  Sometimes I swim further, sometimes (particularly if I’m hung over) I shorten it a little.  I have tried the butterfly stroke but can not claim to be proficient at it which Aiden laughed at and said that wouldn’t be necessary.

He asked what I was looking to get out of the Masters Swimming program: I’m not training for anything in particular but am interested to see how my training compares to other people and I’m receptive to my swimming stroke being critiqued.

A few other people introduced themselves to me before we jumped in the pool for a four hundred meter warm up.

My swimming pace was probably middle of the group and I held my own.  Aiden did pull me aside about half way through the session and said that on the freestyle down stroke the technique these days is straight down the body instead of an S shape which I learnt growing up.  I tried that and made my stroke a bit quicker which was great.

It was that first night when I felt like I was being hit on by a couple.  As I mentioned earlier, I couldn’t join them for beers that night but it turned out my gut feeling was correct, they were hitting on me.

Two weeks go by before I can make the training session again.  I have beers and sex with the couple that were hitting on me.  During that experience (which you can read) Aiden, the swim coach, came up in conversation.  The couple had fucked him a year or so ago.  What?  Holy cow!!!  They confirmed that Aiden has an amazing body but he had only joined them twice and he was pretty much exclusively gay so a male/female couple wasn’t really his thing.

Aiden didn’t seem gay to me and the couple explained that he is completely in the closet and spends most weekends in Sydney where is he much more ‘out’.  The Married Couple gave me his number and encouraged me to message him for a hookup.

I didn’t think that would be appropriate but would keep it in mind, I would also be keeping an eye out to see if he was checking me out at training.

That reasoning lasted until I woke up on Thursday morning.  I was super horny, lying in bed and I thought, why not?  I texted Aiden “Hi Aiden, this Dave, new guy at Masters Squad Training.  Jim and Julie (Married Couple) gave me your number, thought you might be interested in hooking up.”

I know that was a little bold and I thought that if he doesn’t appreciate the text then I might not be able to go to the swim training session ever again.  But I was horny, really horny.

Despite my erection, I managed to nod off to sleep again.  I was woken up by my phone beeping with a new text message.  It had to be from Aiden but would it be good or bad or really bad?

I still have the text message and here it is: “Can you host tonight? Discretion is paramount.”

That counts as an AWESOME response.  I was relieve and even more horny.  I texted back “I can host, here is my address……, discretion is important to me.  I’m Aussie Speedo Guy, I’ll keep your secret if you promise to keep mine.”

“Cya at 9pm” was the reply I received less than a minute later.

Wow!!!  I was going to fuck, or be fucked by the swim coach.  That night.  I was lying in bed with a monster erection, how was I going to last the eleven hours until Aiden was due?

I jumped out of bed, quick bathroom break and ran down the beach and jumped in the ocean.  I had to wait a minute so there wasn’t anyone walking too close because the front of my speedo was being stretched.  The swim cooled me a down a little bit.  I spent the day working, went for a run, had a surf with the boys (my straight friends who have no idea that I am Aussie Speedo Guy), had a light dinner and then it was nine o’clock.  I had managed to contain my erection for the eleven hours.

Everything was ready; the house was tidy, the curtains were drawn, I had condoms and lube out and when the door bell rang, I opened it wearing only the black speedos I had worn to swim training (I wanted Aiden to recognize me haha).

Black AussieBum Swimwear

Aiden and I shook hands, just like we did the first time we met with me wearing very little and him in shorts and a t-shirt.  I find it funny when I meet guys for a hookup and we greet each other with a handshake, knowing full well that we’ll be balls deep inside each other within five minutes.

It might have been closer to within three minutes before I was inside Aiden.

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