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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Performing for Aspen Sugar Daddy

I told you guys that I had a crazy weekend here in Colorado and finally I’ve gotten a minute to sit down and tell you guys about it. I’m still in Colorado but headed back to Australia early next week after Kip’s now famous Speedo Only Party (Kip is my host and work colleague) . Keep an eye on my blog next week to hear about the shenanigans that are bound to happen.

Back to what we got up to last weekend.

It started on Thursday night when Kip asked me if I wanted to go to Aspen for the weekend? I have never been (Kip lives in Breckenridge and Aspen is a two hour drive). Of course I’d love to snowboard Aspen but I had looked at it in the past and it is phenomenally expensive, both accommodation and ski lift passes. I expressed that financial concern to Kip who said he had an offer for me.

We had a free place to stay, free lift tickets and all we had to do was let this guy watch us fuck.

I love being watched so that part didn’t bother me. Who is the guy?

The guy is a last fifties, married (to a woman), Wall Street guy who has a monster house in Aspen. He also has a condo on the snow. Super rich, like crazy rich. Some Denver friends of Kip’s, a young gay couple that I have met, go out there and perform for him a few times a year when the Wall Street Daddy is in town. Wall Street Daddy is in town this weekend but the Denver guys can’t make it so asked Kip if he and I would be interested.

Kip was told that the guy would come over each day and we would be expected to fuck while he sat and watched us, Wall Street Daddy may or may not jerk off but we didn’t have to sexually interact with him. Other than that, Kip didn’t know anything more about it other than discretion would be paramount and that we would have to sign a non-disclosure agreement (I asked and me writing this isn’t in breach of it).

The whole thing sounded awesome to me. I definitely have a little bit of exhibitionist in me (maybe that is where my speedo fetish comes from) and of course I would love to snowboard Aspen for a weekend. Kip felt the same way so we agreed to give it a try.

Next step was Kip and I sending a copy of our passports through to the Denver guys (they were going to be facilitating this), along with the non-disclose agreements signed. Those guys asked if they could mention that I am Dave Speedo Evans (from my blog Aussie Speedo Guy) which I agreed to. We could check in to the apartment on Friday night and Wall Street Daddy would see us that night and tell us when he would visit over the weekend. He would give us the ski lift tickets when he saw us on Friday and we could check out any time on Monday.

Little bit of back and forth and it was a green light.

Twenty four hours later, nearly to the hour, Kip and I were in this beautiful, ski-in, ski-out apartment right at the basin of Aspen Mountain. Not a huge apartment but it had a hottub on the deck and I can’t even imagine what it cost. We were told that Wall Street Daddy would be by around eight o’clock.

After a little bit of consultation with the Denver guys, Kip and I had come up with a little bit of a plan.

There was a knock at the door.

When I opened the door the Wall Street Daddy was greeted by seeing me wearing just my new tiny Asian style Arena speedos. I got these when I arrived in Colorado a few weeks ago and I love them. They sit low on my hips and are far too tiny to be worn swimming but look great and everything fits. The lycra material stretches enough that it can contain my cock when erect which is what Wall Street Daddy saw when his eyes moved down my body to the front of my little speedo.

What I was greeted with when I opened the door was a well dressed, late fifties guy that I totally recognised from watching the business channel on TV (I’m not sharing what channel but there are only two). He is not a commentator but someone that they have on to interview. I wouldn’t have known his name off the top of my head but I knew who he was.

We shook hands and he entered the room.

Wall Street Daddy was saying that he was just swinging by on his way to dinner and might see us later when he noticed Kip. Kip was wearing a jockstrap and was tied to the couch with his arse in the air, with a butt plug inserted in it.

I asked Wall Street Daddy if he had a few minutes to spare as I was about to plow Kip’s arse.

Wall Street Daddy sat down on the chair that Kip and I had put out with a birds eye view of what we were about to do.

I slowly removed the butt plug that was inside Kip and he let out a little moan. I pulled my cock out of my speedo and rested the head at the entry to Kip’s well lubed arsehole. Then I began my first thrust.

Kip hasn’t been fucked in a while and he was moaning loudly as I slid my cock into his arse. Listening to him moan and knowing that we were being watched was a super turn on. With a couple of mini strokes I got balls deep inside Kip and rested for a minute.

I looked over at the Wall Street Daddy who was rubbing his cock through his jeans. Should I fuck him hard and fast or slow, I asked Wall Street Daddy? He opted for fast and I happy complied.

My cock started pounding Kip’s tight arse and he was moaning. A little bit of pain but mostly pleasure and Kip was telling me to fuck him harder. I leaned back, holding on to Kip’s jockstrap and my hips trust back and forth. The view that the Wall Street Daddy was getting must have been amazing.

Kip and I have only recently started bare backing (sex without a condom) after we both got tested when I arrived in Colorado. Being more of a top Kip has been bare backing me over the last week but this was my first time fucking him and I was about to cum. My first spurt of cum was deep inside him, my second was half way out and by my third cum spasm the head of my cock was just inside Kip. I let it rest there a little bit before pulling all the way out. The view of my cum oozing out of Kip’s shaved smooth little man hole was a sight to behold.

I tucked myself back in to my speedo, the insides of which would be a mess of my cum and Kip’s arsehole.

Wall Street Daddy stood up and complimented us and said that we were going to have a great weekend. He said that later on he wanted to see if I could take it as well as I just gave it. I said I think I could handle it and I said that he was more than welcome to have a turn as well which raised his eyebrow.

The last instructions from Wall Street Guy were that we should grab dinner and then grab a drink at the Little Nell (I hadn’t heard of it but famous in Aspen circles) around 9pm. We were not to approach him but he might approach us. Then he left.

I need to relieve the strain on the front of my speedo as I sit here writing this. The weekend old got hotter and the snowboarding was pretty amazing as well. I might write more about it later this week.


That is actually all I’m going to publish about this weekend in public.  I feel like I’ve shared too much already.

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Wear Your Speedo To Work

Ski lifts are closed here in Breckenridge because of a power outage… what happened to making America Great Again?

Kip and I are working out little bums off instead of snowboarding.  We are both sitting at his kitchen table, 4 monitors, we are on our second pot of coffee and neither of us are wearing pants…. Wear Your Speedo to Work Day?

This morning I woke up to an email from Jeff.  Jeff was the guy who sucked me off in the hottub last Friday while his girlfriend was sound asleep up stairs.  It was really hot and I wrote about it in detail which you guys seemed to enjoy.  Things got naughty when Jeff came out wearing my red AussieBum speedos and then when he told me about his first and only previous experiences.  Of course I checked with Jeff to make sure it was OK if I wrote about last Friday night and it must have been therapeutic for him because he has written about his gay experience as a college freshman.

I’m going to edit this up and rewrite a bunch of it but I’m going to share it with you guys over the weekend if you are interested.

Here is the beginning of what Jeff wrote…..


Hi everyone, my name is Jeff.  I’m 28yo, consider myself straight (I’ve been dating my girlfriend Stephanie for over a year). I live in Boulder, Colorado and I’m an Engineer.

Last Friday night, I sucked cock for the first time in a decade.

Stephanie and I were spending the night in Breckenridge at a friends house and we met Dave who was also staying at my friends.  After a few drinks in the hottub, Stephanie went to bed and I ended up blowing Dave.  Dave wrote about this on his blog and his account of what happened is accurate.  What got this experience started was when I told Dave how I hadn’t suck cock since I was a freshman in college.  Dave asked me to share my story with you guys, this is how I learned to suck cock….


I’ve posted the full text of his email on SpeedoFetish.com.

Reading all the details in Jeff’s account is pretty hot.  There might be some sex in the work place today here in Colorado.

Kip’s Beach Blowjob

Lazy but beautiful Sunday here in London.  I’m just sitting in the house doing some work waiting for the Formula One to start.  I might try and find a pub with it on but might just stay here as well.  Here is something that Kip and I have been working on over the last couple of weeks and I thought it might spice up your Sunday……


My server admin Kip runs all the important tech stuff for all of my blogs and sites. He is brilliant and I wouldn’t have a business if it wasn’t for him. We met years ago through my previous server administrator who was given a job at one of the mega tech companies and he suggested Kip.

The role doesn’t require that someone has a speedo fetish or are even gay, but they will be working on a bunch of gay fetish websites so that is the first question I asked Kip when I started interviewing him.

He said he was totally fine with it and the content wasn’t an issue at all, he was only concerned with the setup of the infrastructure at the time and wanted to be sure he could work with what was in place which it turns out he was more than capable. I didn’t ask Kip had a speedo fetish or about his sexuality at the time. That didn’t matter to the job, that didn’t matter to me and since Kip lived in Colorado, there was a chance we would never even meet each other in person.

That isn’t how it turned out. Kip and I are now great friends, Kip has had a couple of trips to Australia and I’ve been over to the states twice a year for the last three or four years.

And Kip has a huge speedo fetish. He had it before working with me. It definitely hasn’t deminished since we started working with me either. We have also become fuck buddies although neither of us could see any kind of relationship in the traditional scense of the word.

While Kip is more gay than I am, he is out to his family and friends where I am not. He is shy and not very comfortable wearing speedos out in public although he has the body that can pull it off. Last winter Kip had to pay up when he lost a bet to wear speedos with me at several Colorado hot springs (something I wrote about in detail). Without me being present, I don’t think Kip has ever or would ever wear speedos in public.

A few weeks ago Kip told me this story of him having much more speedo courage than I ever thought possible. He has also given me permission to write about his experience and share it with you guys.

It was the middle of summer and Kip went out to the east coast to hang out with some relatives. He drove out which was a three day mission. Once there (he did ask me not to disclose the location but if you are a member, drop me an email and I’ll tell you the locations where this happened), Kip hooked up with a guy from Grindr who told him that there was a nude beach nearby and it was a place where guys hooked up. A few days later, Kip was horny (perhaps from all the speedo porn that is part of his work life) and decided to go to the nude beach and see what kind of trouble he could get in to.

Kip did say that part of his motivation was to work on his speedo tan. He is a huge fan of my speedo tan.

He got to the beach carpart feeling like a pervert, there were just the normal beach crowd in the parking lot, old, young, kids, couples, groups of people and families. His instructions were to walk up the beach about twenty minutes and he quickly realized that the beach nearest the parking lot was a normal beach. Kip was wearing normal clothing, shorts, t-shirt and he had his speedos on under his shorts. He had intentionally not brought along his dork shorts knowing that it would force him to go to the nude area because he wouldn’t speedo it up in front of a usual beach (he is so silly isn’t he?).

Kip said that the beach traffic was next to none a few minutes north of the parking lot. Then he saw some people with the usual umbrellas and beach chairs further ahead. Before he knew it Kip was in the middle of nude town, and he was completely clothed.

He said that everyone was polite, people nodding hello and even waving, much nicer than the normal beach. By then he felt out of place because he had his clothes on but he felt like he had gone too far now and couldn’t really take anything off. Another five minutes and the mass of nudity dwindled and Kip found a pretty quiet spot, laid out his towel, grabbed his laptop and dropped his shorts so that he was wearing only a classic black speedo brand speedo.

Like every time that Kip has speedo’d it up in public he said he felt a crazy sensation. Not just nude like in the locker rooms, but nude and naughty like sex (but not quite that naughty).

Kip had mobile coverage so used his mobile as a hotspot so started to do some work while working on his speedo tan.

It wasn’t porn related work (most of Kip’s work doesn’t actually have anything to do with the porn, he is tech and looks at code more than cock – I on the other hand work on cock and less code) so he wasn’t horny and was focused on what he was doing when something caught his eye to his right (south) that was about to get him stretching the front of his speedo.

Twenty minutes earlier two guys, mid thirties or so had walked up the beach and found a spot less than half a football pitch south of Kip, he barely noticed because they weren’t in his space. His only real thought about it was that he’d feel a little more awkward when he went for a swim than he would have if they were further away. But other than that, Kip had paid them no attention.

What finally did catch Kip’s attention was one of the guys blowing the other one. One guy had stood up, the other guy was on his knees going to town on the other guys cock.

Kip said that when he did a double take of what was going on, the guy getting blown was looking straight at Kip and smiled. What was Kip to do? The guys obviously had none of the inhabitions that Kip had so they probably liked being watched but for some weird reason Kip felt he wasn’t supposed to watch…. if there is any kind of nude beach ettiquette then Kip would be one of the last people to know them.

So, with a growing hardon from watching a guy suck cock thirty yards away from him on a beach, Kip didn’t move a muscle (except the muscle inside his speedo which was growing – although not uncomfortable yet), he kept his laptop open but found himself watching more and more.

Then Kip saw the guy being sucked make some kind of motion to someone further south that Kip couldn’t quite see. Kip was puzzled…..

A minute later, maybe a more, maybe less, Kip saw a third guy, around the same age, completely nude walking up the beach towards the couple who were still at it. Kip couldn’t believe it!!! The third guy walked up, shook hands with the guy getting blown, stood beside him and then his cock was in the mouth of the guy on his knees.

This kind of thing only happened in porn or occasionally hanging out with me (Dave Speedo Evans) when I had managed to pre arrange a hookup scenario. This kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life thought Kip.

Then the guy who was originally getting the blowjob looked at Kip and waved him over.

Kip tells me that he felt like the dog that caught the car. He was a little jealous when the third guy joined in because it wasn’t him but now that he was being invited to be the fourth he wads terrified. His indecision caused the first guy and the second guy to both start waving him over. That was too much peer pressure for Kip to stand so he closed him laptop and stood up.

His cock was hard, his speedo was under huge strain and the lycra has a dollop of precum oozing through it.

Not knowing the etiquette of nude beach group blowjobs Kip thought it would be polite to remove his speedo. The started to undo the write drawstring when he heard a whistle, he looked up and the guys being blown were shaking their heads and indicicating that they didn’t want Kip to remove his speedo. That was OK, speedos make Kip even hornier, just like me.

It was only thirty yards, but Kip reckons it took him half an hour to walk through the soft sand to the threesome that was about to become a foursome.

I don’t want to overstate how nervous or how much of a first time this was for Kip. If anything he is more sexually experienced with men than I am, he had had many, many group sex experiences (some with me) and has no problem at all hooking up with guys and he is probably more comfortable with casual hookups than I am. So don’t think that Kip is nervous about the sex, it is the public nature of it that he is unaccustomed to.

As Kip approaches the three guys, the first guy takes a step, extends a hand and introduces himself as Neil. Neil then proceeds to introduce Troy whose cock is being sucked and his husband, Smithy, whose mouth is full of cock and grunts a greeting.

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