Last Friday I had an interesting hookup I would like to share with you guys.
It was the last week of the school holidays, which I hate because town is a zoo with tourists. The beach and paths are busy, so I usually end up working a lot more and spending time cocooned up in my unit. These holidays the lap pool hasn't been busy which has been good. Back to Friday, I had just got back from the pool, I am walking around the house in my speedo feeling a little horny and I flip on my gay hookup app.
The usual dozen messages of guys with blank profiles saying "Hey", once they were deleted, I started browsing.
There was a new face on there, early forties, pic of him wearing a speedo at the beach with a woman in a bikini (faces not blurred), not a lot of details but the info said "Visiting on holidays with family, need a discrete release." My kind of guy.
I sent him a message saying I would love to help him out, mentioned what street I live on. Within seconds he replied back.
The Dad (I'll refer to him as that) said that he was up from Sydney on holidays with his wife, two kids and his mother-in-law and he was going nuts. The unit they were staying in was tiny and the wife hadn't given him any form of sexual release, as a result, he was super horny and on a gay hookup app. He said the timing was perfect because he had planned to go for a Friday afternoon game of golf, but fucking me sounded like a much better game.
I shared my address with him (he was staying very close) and he said he would be over in thirty minutes. He asked if I had any requests, I told him I had condoms/lube, but I would love it if he wore a speedo. He said no probs.
Thirty minutes later, there was a knock at my door.
I answered the door wearing a pair of my new speedos (yes, I have selfies you can see) and nothing else. The Dad's eyes went straight to my crotch which was stretching the lycra and had a dollop of precum which has caused a bit of a wet patch. My eyes were greeted by a stocky, but fit, early forties guy with slightly greying hair wearing very typical golf attire.
We shook hands and The Dad's left hand shook hands with my cock and balls. He said that this was going to be way more fun than golfing.
I turned my back walking in to my unit where I had setup all the sex tools in the lounge room. Behind me I heard The Dad undoing his belt and removing his clothes. When I turned around there he was in all his glory, wearing a tiny classic black speedo, his cock was already starting to stretch the black lycra. I told The Dad to have a seat while I went to the kitchen and grabbed a couple of beers. The Dad told me that his wife had questioned him when he put on his speedo to go to golf, he had brushed it off telling her he would swing by the pool if the golf course was too busy. Just imagine if he has told her the truth?
Returning to the living room, The Dad had made himself comfortable in the middle of the couch. His arms were outstretched and his legs were spread. He looked pretty comfortable, I thought to myself this might be something he does on a regular basis.
I handed The Dad a beer and I got on my knees in front of him. We weren't in any rush (it takes two hours to play half a round of golf), so I started by sliding my hands up the inside of his muscular thighs, all the way up until I stopped, just short of the lycra of his speedo. He was fully erect by this this stage. After rubbing his thighs I started stroking his cock through that lycra. My right hand sliding up and down his shaft, my left rubbing his balls and sliding even lower to that little gap between balls and arsehole.
The Dad finally spoke up and told me that if I kept that up, he would have a hard time explaining to his wife why he dumped his five day load of cum in his speedo.
I took the hint, pulled the let of his speedo out (it was tight from holding in his engorged cock) and his manhood sprung out of the speedo like a greyhound at the track. Wow, he had a great cock. Fat, not super long, cut and he was shaved. Just the kind of cock that I love to worship.
I took him in my mouth and went to work. Immediately, The Dad started moaning, The head of his cock was wet with precum which was a little sample of what I was in store for.
With both The Dad and I being so horny, it was the perfect storm for a quick first orgasm. I was ferociously sucking his cock and he was polite enough to warn me when he was close. From his moaning, it was pretty easy to guess he was getting there. One last moan, his hips lifted off the couch and the tip of his cock exploded. I had my tongue right on the tip and felt the power of his orgasm. Without hesitation I swallowed it all.
Breathing through my nose, I kept my mouth on his cock until I detected the first hints of it softening. I ran my thumb up the length of his shaft, squeezing the last drop of cum. Then, looking up at him, I licked it up.
I tucked his fat cock back in to his speedo then pushing against his knees, I stood up. My knees hurt a little bit, mental note to kneel on a pillow next time. I flopped down on the couch next to him and reached for my beer. The Dad thanked me and said he would get me a cold beer since I had been too thirty for cock to have opened it ten minutes before. The view of The Dad's butt walking across my living room was pretty hot.
The Dad returned with fresh beers and sat next to me on the couch, our thighs touching. Very casually, his right hand went to my knee, then slid up to my crotch and started rubbing. It was so casual, felt like something a long time couple would do.
I asked The Dad if hooking up with random guys is something he does often?
He told me that usually not at all, he said that sex life with the wife was pretty good so he didn't need to. The only time he would go looking for a hookup was when he was travelling for work, he said hooking up with a guy while on a family holiday was a first for him.
I asked if his wife had any idea of his gay tendencies? He said that he had brought it up at different times and she wasn't interested at all. However, he said that his wife had some bisexual tendencies and she had brought a woman in to the marital bed on a few occasions. Alas, The Dad would have preferred she invited a guy.
Over the next half hour, and three beers, he questioned me about my sex life. I am always happy to share and be open and listening to some of my experiences started to arouse some life in that fat cock of his. I started describing to him what our next position was going to be and that had him back to fully hard.
I stood up and went for the condoms and lube, The Dad undid the drawstring of his speedo and flopped his cock and balls out above the waist band.
Back on my knees, I put the condom on him and as I unrolled it down the length of his shaft he moaned in pleasure. He said that he has always loved that feeling of someone putting a condom on him. I used LOTS of lube and spend a couple of minutes sliding my hand up and down his cock which really was rock hard.
A quick wipe of my hands and I told The Dad that there was one thing he had to do for me, I turned around, bent over, pulled the bottom of my speedo aside to reveal the little black butt plug that I had been wearing. He laughed and said that I really was a dirty little slut. Slowly, he pulled on the butt plug and as I relaxed, it popped out. The Dad commented that it didn't seem possible that my tight little hole would be able to take his cock.
I was about to prove him wrong there.
Facing The Dad, I straddled him. His cock was straight up like a flag pole and with a little bit of maneuvering, I managed to pull my speedo aside, line him up and I had the tip of his cock lightly pressing against my opening.
The butt plug had loosened me up a little bit, and I have taken bigger cocks, but this wasn't an insignificant undertaking, I would have to take it a little slow.
With my hands on his shoulders, his hands on my hips, I started pocking the head of his cock inside me. Down, taking the bulbous head of his cock, then up and it pops out. Had he not been so hard we might have lost our alignment but so far, so good. After half a dozen little anal stretches, I felt like I was ready and I told The Dad.
I lowered my head, a little unsure if he would go for it, and started kissing him. He reciprocated and opened his mouth and our tongues started lashing at each other.
And I started lowering myself, bit by bit, being impaled by his fat cock. I moaned in to his mouth and as I took the last inch of him, my butt cheeks came to rest on his thighs and he was completely inside me. I broke off our kiss and threw my head back with a moan of pleasure, and a little bit of pain.
I remember The Dad complimenting me, saying that I am amazing.
Then I started riding him.
Up, up, up until I feel like just that bulbous head is the only thing inside me, then I would ram down on him. I loved the feeling of his hands on my hips. My pace quickened.
My cock had been on the edge of exploding for ages by now but I was trying to hold back. I told The Dad to let me know when he was getting a little bit close to cumming. He replied immediately, that he was close.
With that news, I pulled my cock out the leg of my speedo. I was going to jerk myself off but The Dad grabbed my cock and started stroking it for me. He pretty much just had to hold on to my cock because my fucking motions were enough movement for me. Half a dozen strokes and I was moaning really loud. If someone was standing at my door, they would have heard what was going on. Two men grunting and moaning. It would have been no mystery as to what was going on in my living room.
My hand gripped tighter on The Dad's shoulders and on a deep down stroke, my cock exploded. The first rope was up around The Dad's nipples, up, down and the next rope was around his belly button, up, down and my third rope was all over The Dad's hand. That is when he started cumming as well.
Even with a condom on, The Dad's cock was super sensitive during orgasm and he grabbed my hips and held me down so I didn't move. My cock kept pulsing loads of cum over his hand and he had thrown his head back in ecstasy.
We finally got our breath back and I could feel The Dad's cock softening and starting to slide out of me. I slipped him all the way up and stood up.
Wow, what a mess we had made. My speedo had lube everywhere as well as cum everywhere (The Dad had wiped his cummy hand on my bum. The Dad was a mess as well. His classic black speedo was covered in lube and a little bit of my cum as well.
That would have to be cleaned up so as not to arise any suspicion with his wife.
I directed The Dad to the shower, he would hand wash his speedo and we would throw it in the dryer. I grabbed him one of my spare speedos (yes, I have lots of them).
Post shower, we had his speedo in the dryer and we both sat on my patio and had a few more beers. Nobody can see on to my patio, but if they had it would have been pretty hot. Two guys just having a beer wearing matching speedo swimsuits. Hahaha, I love it.
After half an hour, more beers and lots of sex talk The Dad said he better be heading back.
To my surprise, he asked me for one last fuck. Three times in one session, I was impressed and The Dad admitted that he hadn't done that in decades.
I got on my knees and started blowing him right there on my patio. He was half hard when I started, two minutes later he was fully hard. We went inside and I was going to go in to my bedroom but he grabbed me and told me to bend over my dining room table. I did what I was told. He told me to get rid of my speedo, which I did. He helped himself to the condoms and lube, smeared some lube around my hole and lined up.
He was gentle to start, by start I mean the first two strokes, but after that, it was ferocious.
I started jerking myself off and I came about half way through the fucking. I didn't want to cum on my carpet so I came in to my hand, it wasn't a huge load and when I was done, I reached around and wiped it on The Dad's butt. He was wearing one of my speedos after all.
He took at least five minutes of thrusting before he gave one last thrust and collapsed on my back.
Wow.
Now it really was time for The Dad to get back to his wife and family. He had a quick shower, put on his clean black speedos, his golf attire and was out the door. I let him keep the speedos that he had borrowed from me, which were still wet from the cum that I was wiped on them. I suggested he keep them in his golf bag as a memory.
That should be the end of a great Friday fuck session but it wasn't.
I have written extensively about my Landlord. He owns my unit as well as another one in the complex, he is also married and we have been fucking since he caught me hooking up with two young gay guys (it was too obvious when they arrived, and an hour later left).
Five minutes after The Dad left, I got a message from the Landlord.
It said something along the lines of, "Heard you had company.... have fun? Can you come down and give me a hand, working on the pool. If you aren't too sore, maybe I could come up and watch the footy at your place." We all know what that means......