"But do you like it?" "Yes, very much." I answered honestly. "It's very slick." She put her hand on my cheek, gave me a soft kiss and purred, "I'm glad. I like it too . . . a lot." And with that, she crawled off the bed, "You rest up while I get our drinks." And she reached down and gave my throbbing cock a quick squeeze before leaving the room. End of Part One Please don’t forget to vote and leave a comment. Since I’ve moved back to Aussie I’ve been swimming at the local pool three times a week on average. With my schedule being pretty open I go during the day when the pool is quiet and I don’t think I’ve had to share a lane yet. Everyone who is swimming laps is wearing speedos or jammers which is awesome (it wasn’t like that in Colorado last winter – I didn’t see a single speedo my entire trip). A few months back I jumped out of the pool and I saw this gorgeous body wearing a perfectly fitting black speedo. I enjoyed the speedo eye candy and then when the guy turned around I realised that it was Alex, a guy I’ve met through some friends of mine. I don’t know Alex that well but I’ve been to parties with him and a couple of times surfing last time I was in town. He has a girlfriend and I’ve never seen him in a speedo, I really didn’t read into anything breasts just because he was swimming laps in a speedo. That first time we saw each other at the pool was very innocent. Turns out Alex is training for a triathlon and only just getting back in the pool (which explains why he still has a bit of a boardies tan compared to my speedo tan). Alex’s office is near the pool and he is trying to swim three days a week during his lunch break and we decided to try and catch up and swim together. We hung out at the pool a few times and Alex was up to swimming two kilometers (about half what he needs for his triathlon). It was nice just hanging out with a guy in speedos and we were both comfortable. I mentioned on my blog that I was hanging out with a straight friend at the pool, I was very discrete though and didn't give anything away that would indentify Alex. One night I was at the pub with some big of the boys and Alex was out as well. He joined our group, his girlfriend was there and some of the other guys girlfriends/wives were out. Everyone was having a fun night and enjoying few adult beverages (I was well behaved but maybe some people were having a few more than others – hahaha). Later in the night Alex and I were tits off to the side chatting and Alex told me that he knows I’m "Aussie Speedo Guy"... I’m not out to any of my Central Coast friends and this was like a kick in the guts. Alex must have seen the look on my face natural and quickly assured me that it was all OK and that it was nobody elses business and he would keep my secret. He said it made sense when I wrote about hanging out with a guy at the pool who wore black speedos, was straight and training for a triathlon. Then we were huge tits interrupted and that was the end of the discussion. I was pretty nervous for a few days wondering if Alex would share my ‘secret’ with my friends but I heard nothing. It was a few days before I saw Alex at the pool again and when I did he was wearing a pair of black classic AussieBum speedos. That was a surprise indeed and he looked fantastic in them. Everything was cool, it was as if he hadn’t mentioned that I am “Aussie Speedo Guy”. That was until we were just about to part ways in the carpark and Alex said that he wore AussieBum’s because I’d recently posted a bunch of pics of guys wearing AussieBums. And both those German girls were watching all the time. She had her juice sailing out like a ship at natural sea. Opposing this sense of guilt however was an overwhelming huge tits hyper-sexuality in me that had developed over my experience with my sister. breasts Orgasmic convulsions wracked her trim little body and I was barely able to hang on for the wild ride. “Luckily I know a Justice of the Peace here,” the other man said. She'd snapped a selfie of her tits tits splattered in my drying come. My blonde kid's thrusting became frantic again, and I slowed him down, trying to keep him from boiling over. I took them back to the kitchen and lit them, sitting them in the sink. I liked the feelings that he was generating there, also. The big wait staff was looking us over. “Yes Miss.” “Ah, sure.