Hey guys, I have never wrirtten about any of my sexual experiences before but I love reading about Dave’s sexual adventures (aka Aussie Speedo Guys) and with a little bit of prompting, he has convinced me to put pen to paper.

My name is Chris, I live in Boulder, I am gay but most people wouldn’t know it. I’m 38yo, my boyfriend, Thomas, is 22yo and is a student at CU. We have been ‘dating’ for a year but it is all about the sex and I can’t see us getting married or anything. My friends tease me about having such a young boyfriend but I’m not complaining. While we are a couple, I know that Thomas totally screws around and it is just something that isn’t talked about.

I love travelling and having a boyfriend to travel with (even if I pay for everything) is better than travelling alone. Yes, I do get a little jealous hearing about what Thomas gets up to but I am OK with it.

At the end of summer I had a work trip, my first one since COVID, it was out to Vegas and of course I asked Thomas to come along. It is a 10 hour drive door to door (I have done it a few times) and I’ve got a nice work car so I proposed driving. One of my work colleagues, Patrick (Pat) decided to tag along for the drive at the last minute. We left early, around 6am, and I figured we’d get out there by 3pm with the time change and have some time in the pool and a party night. Thomas was a little hungover and slept most of the way, Pat and I talked about work most of the way, which sounds boring but was actually really good.

Pat is my age, married, two kids, pretty cute wife, one of the few people that knows I’m gay and has no problems with it. It has never really come up in conversation. He is a cool dude, and he is really good at his job.

We get to Vegas, I think I was the one who taught Dave (Aussie Speedo Guy) where to park when staying at Paris, and even thought it has been over a year since I was there, it all felt like yesterday. We checked in, Pat was in the hotel room next to Thomas and I. Surprisingly, I felt pretty good after the drive but was definitely keen for a drink. We told Pat to come over and we’d have a drink before heading to the pool.

Pat came over wearing his pool shorts, t-shirt, hat and had a drink in hand. Thomas and I had just poured a drink and Pat slammed his down so I poured him another one.

We had just spent 10 hours in a car together but the conversation still flowed and we had a great view of the pool which was pretty quiet. I had just poured our second drink (Pat’s third) when Thoams went in to the bathroom. He came out wearing the new Turbo brand speedo that I had bought him for the trip.

He was wearing the speedo and nothing else. He also had a semi (semi hard on) and he looked delicious.

At first I was a little bit embarassed. But with Thomas standing there in all his speedo glory Pat said “You could make a married man question himself wearing that Thomas.” This was just the kind of attention Thomas loves and he walked over to where Pat was sitting on the bed. His crotch was at Pat’s eye level and he was inviting Pat to touch him. Pat looked over at me.

I think if I was ten years younger I would have been upset or jealous but I’m kind of used to Thomas being a little slut, so with Pat looking at me I just said “What is done in Vegas...”