The Married Guy is a fuck buddy of mine that I met at my local pool two years ago. He hit on me by commenting on my AussieBum speedos, one thing lead to another and we had some pretty hot experiences over the next twelve months. It had been about thirty years since the Married Guy had any gay experiences and it was just like getting back on a bike (except it was my butt that hurt a little). He is completely in the closet and our sexual encounters have been very discrete, obviously his wife doesn’t know.

A year ago I moved and due to covid lockdowns we haven’t been able to catch up until last month, when the Married Guy arranged a ‘business trip’ which did have one business meeting, but was really about seeing me and getting back on that gay sex bike.

I’ve already written about how we couldn’t keep our hands off each other when I picked the Married Guy up from the airport and you can read about that on my blog. That was just the beginning of what I had planned for him.

Friday morning we woke up in his hotel room in Brisbane city. We were both horny but I had big plans for the day so I insisted we got moving instead of fucking.

Our first stop was my local pool. It is an ocean side pool that is on the high tide mark, it is only a 25m pool and it is old but the location is amazing. As it is coming in to winter here in Australia, the pool is not very busy this time year. When we arrived, the Married Guy was impressed and we both stripped down to our speedos and jumped in. We swum laps for around 45 minutes and it felt great. When we were done, we headed to the change rooms for a quick rinse off.

The showers were an open laout and along one wall there was half a dozen shower nozzles.

The Married Guy never shows any PDA’s (public displays of affection) and as we stood in the showers he was all business. I moved towards him, grabbed the front of his speedo and started kissing him. Someone could very easily have walked in on us. He kept trying to break off the kiss but his cock jumped to life and started to stiffen in my hand.

Finally he managed to extricate himself from my kiss and immediately looked over his shoulder checking that nobody had seen us.

If he was concerned about strangers seeing him do ‘gay’ things, what I had planned next would help him work through that phobia.

We wrapped towels around our waists, put on t-shirts and headed back to my car. Thirty minutes north of the beautiful ocean pool is a stretch of beach that is rather quiet. It is mostly residential homes instead of resorts which is why the beach doesn’t get very busy. This particular stretch of beach is also where a friend of mine likes to hang out in the dunes and suck off anyone who feels like a random blowjob.

I tested this out a week before and it was just as fun as you would imagine.

I wrote about that ‘test run’ on my blog and the Married Guy reads my blog religiously so I’m pretty sure he had an idea of what I had planned.

Once we parked, we had a five minute walk up the beach to the secret spot. There were no people in the immediate vicinity so I took off my shirt and threw my towel over my shoulder. Just a guy walking on the beach wearing a speedo proudly. The Married Guy didn’t have the same confidence, would have looked too gay. I think it would have looked hot, a fit fifty year old guy and a fit thirty year old guy walking along the beach both wearing AussieBum speedos. At first sight you’d know that they are fuck buddies. To top it off, my cock was semi hard and was beginning to stretch the nylon of my speedo.

The ‘secret spot’ didn’t look any different than the rest of the beach but looking up towards the dunes we could just spot a guy in the trees waving at us. It was the New Slave Boy (I’ve written about when I met him as well). Twenty-two years old, slim, dirty, kinky young gay guy. Usually he is naked but I had told him we were coming and for the occasion he was wearing a pair of red speedos.

I laid my towel out and told the Married Guy to ditch his towel and t-shirt.

There was nobody even close to us on the beach and he did what he was told. The two of us then walked up in to the dunes.

Ten steps inside the tree line we were invisible to anyone walking along the beach and in a little clearing, there was the New Slave Boy on his knees, waiting for a feed of cock.

I held the Married Guys hand (a very gay PDA) and walked him forward so we were both standing in front of the young guy in red speedos. I turned slightly and started kissing the Married Guy. As my tongue entered his mouth I could feel the New Slave Boy rubbing my cock, I’m guessing his other hand was rubbing the Married Guys cock.