You guys are well aware of how much Speedo fun I’ve gotten up to in pool change rooms over the years. It’s a huge part of my Speedo fetish. Well, I’m here to share an experience I had in the change rooms yesterday. Let’s just say I’m still a little sore from the encounter. The Big Guy and I are both in our thirties and this experience was consensual.
It was a beautiful winter’s day—so much so that I put sunscreen on—and my Speedo tan would have gotten a top-up after spending nearly an hour swimming laps. The pool was quiet enough that I had a lane to myself. I dropped my dork shorts, stripping down to my newish Tom Daley ADIDAS Speedos, which are incredibly sexy. I probably could have gone one size bigger, but as they are, they’re a nice, snug fit.
There were two empty lanes beside each other in the middle of the pool. As I went to jump into one, I looked up and saw a guy at the opposite end of the fifty-metre pool about to jump into the same lane. He saw me just as I saw him, and we played a bit of musical chairs as we both moved over to the other open lane. We got it sorted in the end and were both laughing.
When I’m in the pool, I don’t mess around. Once I’m in, I bang it out. I swam fifteen hundred metres. I regularly swap which side I breathe on, so every two hundred and fifty metres, I’d catch glimpses of the guy in the lane next to me as we passed each other. He was a big guy—leaner than me, but at least half a foot taller—and he swam a lot faster than I did. He was wearing a pair of navy Speedos with some white writing on the bum that I couldn’t quite make out.
After my first set, I swam five hundred metres of slow breaststroke, alternating with a length on my back, kicking. This gave me a chance to look around the pool, and it was even quieter than when I’d gotten in. The Big Guy was loitering a little at one end, but apart from a nod of the head, we didn’t chat.
Another five hundred metres of freestyle, and I was done.
I jumped out of the pool and, since I had some chores to do on my way home, headed to the change rooms for a quick shower and a change into some dry Speedos. I wear Speedos all the time.
The huge change rooms were empty. I had a quick shower, put on a pair of ADDICTED Speedos, and was just packing up my bag when I heard someone enter the change rooms. It was the Big Guy.
He dropped his bag against the wall on the opposite side of the change rooms from where I was. As I turned to leave, we crossed paths while he was heading towards the showers. He was a big man. My guess that he was half a foot taller than me was spot-on. He had broad shoulders and looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties.
He had his towel over his shoulder and was standing there in all his Speedo glory. His navy Speedos had the logo of the local Surf Life Saving Club on them. From my quick, discreet glance at the front of his Speedos, I could tell he was a big man all over.
As we navigated past each other, we joked that we’d been getting in each other’s way all day, referring to the lane confusion earlier.
Then he said to me, “Love your Tom Daley Speedos.”
Wow. That threw me off. This guy knew his Speedos.
I kind of stuttered my response. “I like yours too.”
There was nothing about this guy that gave me the impression he was gay or bi. He looked like a straight Aussie bloke. But he knew his Speedos.
As he walked towards the shower cubicles, he looked over his shoulder at me and said, “Real men wear Speedos, right?”
He gave the slightest flick of his head towards the shower cubicle at the end, which he was heading towards.
Was that an invitation?
While I stood there, my mind racing, he opened the shower cubicle door and turned back towards me. This time, his little head-nod invitation was delivered while he grabbed a handful of his crotch through the front of his Speedos.
That was definitely an invitation!
He closed the door behind him, and I stood there like a kangaroo caught in headlights.
A moment later, I put my bag back down, put on my wet ADIDAS Speedos, and grabbed two condoms, which I always keep in my bag for just this sort of occasion. I tucked them into the hip of my Speedos, grabbed a towel, and headed towards the cubicle at the end. The door had been left slightly ajar, and the shower was running.
I knocked lightly.
“Cum in,” was the reply.
Opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of the Big Guy with his back against the wall and water splashing down his front. The front of his Speedos was pulled down, revealing his cock and balls, while his big hand stroked his big cock.
Ever since I’d made the decision to accept the Big Guy’s invitation, my cock had been stirring to life. At the sight of him in the shower, I became fully erect, straining against the Lycra of my Speedos. I adjusted myself, put my towel down, and walked in.
I stepped in front of the Big Guy, with the shower now flowing onto my back. He didn’t mess around. He placed one bear claw of a hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees.
There it was, right in front of my eyes: his elephant trunk of a cock, fully hard, with his big, beautiful balls resting on the drawstring of his Speedos.
He grabbed the back of my head, and his cock was in my mouth.
I went to town.
It was perhaps the biggest cock I’d ever seen in the flesh.
My mouth worked his cock, licking up and down its full length, with lots of tongue on the purple head. I got a taste of his precum. I stroked his cock with one hand and played with his balls with the other.
It wasn’t my first rodeo.
I loved having sooooo much cock to work with.
I’m pretty sure the Big Guy was enjoying it, but he kept his vocalisation of the blowjob to a minimum. We were still in a public shower.
After about five minutes, one of his big hands pulled me up by the chin. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You ready to get fucked, mate?”
“Yes, sir!” I whispered back.
I pulled the condoms out from where they were tucked into the front of my Speedos.
Jeez, I wondered whether I’d even be able to put one on the king-sized sausage of a cock that was about to be inside me.
It did go on, but it was a very tight fit. Even when fully rolled out, it stopped an inch or two from the base of his cock when it simply ran out of rubber.
With that on, I reached over to the soap and shampoo bottles on the shower wall and gave one a few squirts. I lathered up his cock, then repeated the process on my arse.
We swapped places in the shower. Now I was facing the shower wall. I undid the drawstring of my Speedos and slipped them down over my butt. I wanted to keep my cock inside them, but everything was too tight, with me being rock hard and all.
In the end, I took them off completely.
They were on the floor at my feet when the Big Guy parted my butt cheeks with his monster cock.
After a little manoeuvring, the tip of his cock was at my back entrance. I pushed back slightly and felt my arsehole opening. Then, with a little gasp from both of us, the head of his cock was inside me.
Did it hurt?
Yes, a little. But Jesus, I was horny, and I wanted him to fuck me hard.
The Big Guy had one hand gripping my left hip tightly, and he leaned over me, wrapping his arm around my throat.
He whispered in my ear again, “You ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
He started slowly, using short, gentle strokes. My arse was handling it okay so far. He was still leaning over me. I could feel his breath in my ear and against my neck, and the sheer size of this man behind me was such a turn-on.
He continued with his short strokes.
My arse was ready for him, so I whispered, “I’m not your girlfriend. Fuck me like a man.”
He whispered into my ear in his deep voice, “My girlfriend won’t even try to take me in her arse…”
With that, he released me from the headlock. He leaned back, put both hands on my hips, and started to plough me.
Deep.
All the way.
Long strokes from tip to base.
After about ten of those strokes, he began moving faster. I started stroking my cock, knowing full well that I would cum at any second.
For the Big Guy, it only took a couple more quick strokes before he buried his cock deep inside me and started shuddering. His whole torso leaned against my back, and I could feel his breath on my neck.
I came right on cue, spilling my cum over the Speedos lying on the shower floor.
He was polite enough to slide his cock slowly out of me, but when the bulbous head finally popped free, it took my breath away. It felt as though my arsehole would be a permanent black hole after having all that man meat inside me.
Wow.
That was a good fucking.
I stepped into the next shower cubicle to wash the soap off myself, and the Big Guy did the same. I put my Speedos back on, and the two of us walked out into the changing area.
Thankfully, there was nobody else there, because there would have been no hiding the sound of the Big Guy slapping against me as he fucked me hard and fast.
We made a little small talk as we got changed.
“I haven’t seen you here before. Are you visiting?” I asked.
“Grew up here. Just moved back, and I’m loving it.”
We walked out of the change rooms together: just two normal, straight-looking Aussie blokes who had been for a swim.
You—and my arsehole—know differently…
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