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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Novak Djokovic

I’ve been surfing in speedos – click here to read about the first time I did that (warning… I did end up getting fucked in the dunes afterwards).

But, I have never played tennis in a speedo, I think it would be fun and would be great for my speedo tan during summer but alas, speedos aren’t really that acceptable just yet.

Here are some candid celebrity shots of Novak Djokovic speedo’ing it up in Spain.  I wonder if speedos are more acceptable in Spain?  I have no idea since I’ve never been to mainland Europe.  Anyone want to invite me this northern hemisphere summer?

Speedo Hentai

I’m not quite sure if I get the whole anime/hentai cartoon porn thing.

But, being asian/Japanese they do like speedos so I figure anything with speedos is pretty awesome.  Some of these scenes are pretty hot fantasies.

If you like this stuff, leave a comment and I’ll post some more if you like.

Speedo Anime

Members First Gay Experience

Over the weekend a member of my site SpeedoFetish.com emailed me wanting to share his first ever gay experience.  It involved speedos, it was at the same hotel I had a pretty amazing experience with a male/female couple (who were also members) back in July last year and the guy was over the moon about his experience and wanted to thank me.

I don’t think I needed any thanks but he has always had a thing for speedos and guys in speedos although he considers himself 90% straight.  He though that his speedo fetish was weird and had never expressed or indulged his fantasies…. until last weekend.

We ended up Skyping for a couple of hours and we both jerked off as he recounted his experience (I do that for members).  I asked if I could share his story and he said that he would love to.

He doesn’t have the time to write it, so I am ‘ghost’ writing it for him and he is editing it.

Here is a bit of the background…. this will only be available in its entirety to members.  So, if you have been thinking about joining, this could be a good time.  Click here to join, or email me if you have any questions/concerns about joining.


Kris is a long time friend of mine, we’ve known each other for years. Over time I’ve heard people wondering if he is gay? He is 100% straight acting, he has never had a boyfriend (that he has introduced to any of his social friends), so nobody asked and he never said anything.  He was always hanging out with chicks and on a few occasions I ended up taking these girls home, I even dated one of them for nine months.  I don’t think anyone knew he was gay.

One night we are out partying and it ends up just the two of us left and we are at the Tilted Kilt (like Hooters, young waitresses dressed in skimpy outfits).

With a few drinks under our belt I just came out and asked Kris, are you gay?

He answered in the affirmative.

I told him that I’m curious but never done anything with guys.  We started talking about fetishes/preferences and I mentioned my speedo fetish which I thought was pretty strange at the time.  Kris said that he likes younger guys (we are both late 30’s).  That is when Kris told me that he has an eighteen year old boyfriend who just started college.

That conversation was two years ago.  Since then, Kris is the same, still 100% straight acting, nobody knows about his now twenty year old boyfriend Tom except me and some gay friends that the two of them have.

I had met and partied with Kris and Tom and had fun with them.  Tom is cute, was a gymnast at high school and it seems like he has a thing for older guys.  He definitely likes me and Kris and I tease him about it but nothing has ever happened.

Since that conversation, I hadn’t lost my gay virginity.

So now I’d like to share with you what happened last weekend.  It was Vegas and while I know what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas, I thought I should share some of the details with you since it was your blog that helped inspire my actions/behavior.

I had a work conference in Vegas which was planned six months ago.  Conference stuff Thursday, dinner with some work people Thursday night but I thought I’d stay and party Friday maybe golf on Saturday and fly out on Sunday.  On Wednesday I was talking to Kris and he said that he was thinking of going out to Vegas for a long weekend with his boyfriend Tom.  Their plan was to get out there Saturday and fly back on Monday.  Of course we’d party it up on Saturday night.  I also said they could crash in my suite at Paris (the hotel), I’ll just make sure the booking is two queen beds.

I have to admit I was scheming a little bit.  Instead of making sure the hotel suite had two queen sized beds, I made sure it had a single king sized bed.  I also dug out a couple of pairs of speedos I have which are a couple of sizes too small for me but would fit both Kris and Tom perfectly.

With all that in place, I went to Vegas and had fun.  The work stuff was good, I did OK at the Texas Hold’em table before hitting some of my favorite bars (dueling piano’s at New York, New York).  I didn’t pick up any women so woke up on Saturday a little hungover and horny as hell.  I dragged my sorry arse down to the huge pool.

Unlike the famous Aussie Speedo Guy, I don’t have the courage to wear speedos at a pool in Vegas.  It was in this very pool that he met a couple (the guy also wearing speedos) and had a pretty wild Vegas time.  That story is something that really turns me on and I’ll never be able to hang out in the Paris pool again without imagining Aussie Speedo Guy was there.


There will be more tomorrow….

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Vegas Threesome