I was super horny all day yesterday, my usual fuck buddies were all unavailable so I was on my favourite gay hookup app. I added some new photos of me and rewrote my profile description which mentioned “Couples or groups to the front of the line” since I had a threesome on my mind. I got the usual thirty messages from guys with blank profiles and no pictures saying “Hey”. They were ignored, deleted and then blocked. Too darn lazy for me.

It got to 8pm and I had all but given up. I had been busy working so I hadn’t had a beer, or a rum or a scotch, yet and in the back of my mind I was hoping that I would have to drive somewhere for some fun. As 8pm came around I gave up hope of some action, I poured myself a scotch and setup a movie. As the introduction screen for the movie was playing I checked one last time the hookup app on my phone.

The following message appeared: “I’m Christian, I’m straight, love speedos like you obviously do and need my cock sucked. Info in my profile, if you need to know more please feel free to ask.”

That was the most coherent response I had received all day. I pressed pause on the movie.

Christian and I sent some face pics back and forth and he looked like an adonis! I asked him if he was an underwear model,, he was that beautiful. Twenty-eight years old, dirty blonde hair, six pack swimmers body and he even had a speedo tan.

I asked him what he was doing on a gay hookup app if he was as straight,, as he claimed.

He said he had broken up with his girlfriend on Valentine’s Day (just a few days earlier), was home alone on a Friday night, a little drunk and horny. He had been blown by guys in the past and figured he would see if he could find someone willing to help him out.

We seemed to be getting along pretty well, I offered to host but Christian had already partaken in a few drinks so he offered to host. I had a quick shower and got in the car for the forty minute drive north to Christian’s place.

I was wearing my new ADDICTED speedos (there are a bunch of selfies of me wearing them on my blog), Christian said he thought they looked hot from the pics I sent him, I was wearing a towel and a polo shirt. If I was pulled over by the police I’m not quite sure how I’d explain not having any pants in the car at 9pm on a Friday night.

When I arrived at Christian’s house, I parked in front of his townhouse. As per his request, I removed my shirt and the towel around my waist, and I made a near nudie run to his front door.

To be honest, it was pretty dark and his front door couldn’t be very well seen from the neighbours but I felt naughty standing there just wearing a speedo. I went from feeling naughty to feeling worried when Christian didn’t answer the door for what seemed like an age. Finally, I heard someone on the other side of the door and I was really hoping it was Christian and I had the correct address ... as the door opened my emotions went from worried to awe.