Fat, flat and wet

It was ok, so I stepped backwards and took one too.

I asked her if she was ok. She smiled and said, “oh yes.” I stepped away to watch, and she was mauled by a couple more guys and then she dressed to leave. She was a mess, rumpled, wet, flushed. I walked out as she did.t to to the hotel about 7pm, checked in and since I wasn’t hungry just thought I’d pull my laptop out, do some work, have a couple of drinks, fall asleep and get up early. That wasn’t quite what happened

As you might be able to imagine, in my line of work I often get turned on by what I’m working on. I was working on a promotional video and it was pretty hot. So, there I am sitting in my hotel room, wearing my black Arena speedos and getting horny watching my own speedo porn.

So, I grabbed my phone and checked out one of those online hookup apps.

After turning the app on, my phone started blowing up, beeping with interest from other horny guys on this Wednesday night at about 8pm.

I finished what I was doing work wise, poured another drink and looked at the app. As usual nine of ten of the messages were guys with no photo, no information about themselves and their messages were “Hey”. 

I totally don’t understand that at. I’m not kidding when I say that nine of ten messages I receive are “Hey”.I just turned this app thing on because I want to fuck, I’ve put up a photo of me and I filled in my age and my preference and a brief de***********ion.

 Guys message me with “Hey”…

I did have one response that stood out. The guy didn’t have a photo on his profile but he sent a nice message. Lets call him Tony. Tony, complimented me on my speedos, said he loves a guy in speedos. Tony is thirty-nine years old, married (to a woman), likes playing with guys on the side. He sent me through a photo of him at the beach, wearing dork shorts unfortunately, with his wife and he had blurred her face out which I thought was pretty cool (discretion is important to me). When he sent the photo through he apologized for wearing dork shorts but said his wife doesn’t like him wear speedos in public.

What was interesting is the app said that Tony was 127 meters away.

Once we established that both of us were fair dinkum I told Tony what hotel I was staying at…. he was at the same hotel.

He told me that the pool was nice and being a Wednesday night is should be pretty quiet. Would I like to meet him down there?

I told Tony I’d be there in two minutes…. but, no dork shorts. Speedos only. Which he agreed to.

At that moment Kip (the guy who keeps all my online stuff running) messaged me and I had to do some stuff for him so it wasn’t two minutes, it was more like twenty minutes before I poured another drink and left my hotel room for the hotel pool. I did message Tony and told him I’d be down, just a little while longer.

I was rushing but finally I walked out of my hotel room and headed to the pool area.

It was after closing time and I thought that maybe I had missed my window of opportunity…. but the door to the pool was left ajar.

I opened it, and I closed it, making sure it wasn’t left ajar.

Walking into the very well lit pool area there was only one person sharing the space with me. Tony. Sitting on the edge of the spa he looked just like the photo he had sent through but this time wearing a classic black speedo brand speedo. Tony is big. A real mans man and if we still had lumber jacks, that is what Tony would be. He looked his full six and a half foot tall, outweighed me by probably one hundred pounds. Big barrel chest, hairy but not Greek hairy, just masculine hairy. And what his speedo was trying to conceal looked big and powerful too.

I ripped off my shirt, dropped my towel, went over to Tony and introduced myself by giving him a glass of scotch. I apologized for my tardiness and he seemed really cool.

Tony told me that he had bribed the night manager to let us use the spa after closing by giving him $50 and told the young guy that he’d get a bit of a show on the security cameras and was welcome to join us if he wanted. Tony said that he met the guy when he checked in and he seemed very gay. The night manager seemed a little too timid to join us but seemed to like the idea of a ‘show’.

We were sitting on opposite sides of the hottub just chatting. Tony said he does a little travel with work and has had some pretty good luck hooking up with guys at his hotel. He loves speedos and said that wearing a speedo at hotel pools has gotten him laid on more than a few occasions.

I couldn’t agree more with his sentiments and experience. Wearing a speedo has gotten me laid on many occasions when wearing dork shorts just wouldn’t have created the right vibe or portrayed my intentions or given the impression that I like guys. Maybe I’m reading too much in to my experiences but hearing Tony talk about cheating on his wife with random guys was getting me horny.

I put down my drink and moved across the spa.

Now that I was there, Tony didn’t need to be rubbing that monster cock of his, I could help him out with that.

I reached out and started rubbing the front of his speedo. Wow, what an amazing piece of meat. It didn’t take long and Tony grabbed me by the back of my neck and brought me up to kiss him. It was a powerful kiss. Everything about Tony was powerful.

There wasn’t much more restraint in me, I told Tony I wanted to try and take his man meat in whatever hole he wanted to give it. He replied telling me I should be careful what I wished for and that I should give it a proper inspection before making promises I couldn’t keep.

He let go of my neck and I slipped lower in the water so that my head was at his crotch height.

The white drawstring came undone easily. Then I pulled the waistband of his speedos out. The elastic resisted but I was determined and I didn’t care if I had to break the elastic waist band, I wanted to see what those speedos were hiding. Pulling the waistband back I peaked inside and unlike his chest, Tony’s cock and balls were shaved smooth.

I need my left hand to pull his man sausage out of his speedo which I tucked under his fat, full balls.

He was totally hard and this is one of the biggest cocks I have seen. Not the longest, but long enough and thick.

Funnily, before I moved my mouth down to start tasting Tony, I looked around as if worried someone was watching. I don’t know why I did this, just instinct I suppose. It was funny because Tony and I had been doing some pretty gay things for the last five minutes. Hopefully the hotel night manager had a good camera angle.

Realizing how silly I was, I concentrated on the work at hand. Starting at Tony’s balls, I ran my tongue up his shaft to his cock head. He was circumcized and I began playing with the head of his cock with my lips and tongue.

From his moans, Tony was enjoying this.

I kept slurping on his cock head when Tong grabbed my head and brought me up to kiss him again. He told me we should take this to a room. I’m not completely sure why he suddenly got nervous but I hadn’t expected any of this kind of action in the public area so I hadn’t brought my usual supply of condoms and lube.

I admitted to Tony that I wanted to try and take his monster cock inside me. I suggested my room since I had condoms and lube. Tony told me we might go back to his room since he required larger condoms than usual.

Somehow we managed to stuff Tony’s anaconda back into his speedo and we got out of the spa.

Towels around our waists we walked out of the pool area and we both gave the security camera a wave. I really hope the night manager enjoyed our little show. I really, really hope he looks up Tony’s room and comes and joins us.

Inside Tony’s hotel room we dropped our towels and he offered me a scotch. My mind was on one track so declined but Tony suggested that from his experience, I should have a swig or two of scotch if I was going be fucked by him.

I don’t think scotch was necessary but being social I let Tony pour me one.

While I enjoyed my drink, Tony was going through the suitcase on the table looking for the tools we’d be needing. When he found what he was looking for, I got up on the bed.

From the look of the front of his speedo, Tony hadn’t lost any of the hardness form the spa so he was roaring to go. I pulled my speedo down revealing my waiting, clean and shaved man hole for him.

Tony got on the bed and asked me again if I was sure about this? He sounded like he was genuinely concerned that I wouldn’t be able to take him. While it is the biggest cock I’ve taken, remember I was once the center of an eleven guy orgy and all ten guys fucked me in a row (check out my blog to read about that experience). It was sweet and sexy for Tony to be showing such concern, but it made me just want it more.

There was a cold spurt of lube in my arse crack and Tony gently rubbed it around my hole and he got a slight gasp from me as he inserted one of his fingers inside me, up to the first knuckle.

Being naughty, I asked Tony if he ever gets to plow his wife’s arse?

He laughed and said that was something that has never happened and would never happen. That is when I told him to hurry up and fuck me.

I couldn’t see it but from the movement of the bed I felt Tony getting in to position, classic doggy style. Then he grabbed my left hip and I’m assuming with his right hand, was guiding his monster sausage towards my rear opening.

He positioned the head of his cock at my opening, he checked again if I was ready and OK with it.

C’mon already mate!!!

My hips was sliding back trying to get Tony inside me and finally he let the tip slip in to me.

It was huge but I had been wanting this badly so savored the feeling of him stretching me. Tony held it there. C’mon, give me more!!!

I was pushing back trying to swallow up more of his cock but Tony was the one in control and instead of giving me more cock all at once, he slowly slid it in. Inch by inch. All the time he was asking if I was alright and all the time I responded saying yes and begging for more of it. He kept sliding it in.

I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt but it was a good hurt and really not too bad at all. Tony was going slow and I wanted more.

This process took a while but finally I felt Tony’s thighs on my arse. That is it Dave, congratulations on taking it all. I couldn’t help myself, I said,

Is that all?

We both laughed and I told him to go to town on my arse.

Taking his time Tony slid out and in and out and in and over five minutes or so slowly built up some speed. I was getting used to his cock inside me and starting to really enjoy it when I started to hear the tell tale moans of an upcoming orgasm.

With hands on my arse cheeks spreading them wider, Tony thrust his cock deep inside me. I looked over my shoulder and saw him arch his back, throw his head back and give out a roar which was very suitable considering his stature. I could feel his cock pulse as his balls emptied that load of cum.

Tony’s hands were rubbing my back as his breathing returned to normal. He stayed inside me as his

cock slowly lost its rigidity. Finally, when it was soft, it slipped out of my arse.

The next morning my arse got another pounding before we both had to hit the road. I did find some cum in Tony’s chest hair from the night before. Lucky I did, what would his wife say if she found cum in his chest hair?

After that I had a great week on the farm, it took a few days for my arse to feel normal again and it wasn’t something I could share with all my farming mates. On the way home I stopped at the same hotel for a night. Unfortunately, there were no guys like Tony about. I did however have a late night swim at the pool. I setup my camera and took some speedo selfies for you.