My New Sex Students

Growing up as a horny, young, confused Aussie guy, I didn’t have anyone to ask about sex or to teach me about sex.  There was lots of fumbling around in the dark, figuratively and literally as I explored my sexuality.  Looking back, I wish I had a mentor to show me the ropes and to let me know that my feelings and turn-ons weren’t weird, they were completely normal.Over the last few years, I have had to opportunity to take some guys under my wing and give them some sexual education. One person I’ve written about extensively on my blog has been Alex who, when I first met him, had a long time girlfriend and had never done anything with a guy.  But he had always wanted to. When he found out that his surfing buddy was the real Aussie Speedo Guy, he wanted to explore his gay side and I was happy to help. Today, Alex is engaged, to Adam, and they regularly invite me over for some naughty speedo fun.You can read all about Alex and his sexual awakening over on my blog.What I want to share with you guys today is about some new students to my sexual education program: Dan and Tim.  This only started last week and hopefully I’ll have more to share with you guys over the coming weeks and months (maybe years like Alex).Let me begin.I’m a member of the local Surf Life Saving Club. I originally joined to meet people and be more of a member of the community. For those non-Aussies, a Surf Life Saving Club runs the volunteer lifeguards at the beach, is involved in competitions for beach stuff like surf boats. and other beach athletics. It has a real club feel and it is the cheapest place to have a drink on the coast. Growing up, I was a member of a Surf Life Saving Club up in Queensland and it was fun running around with a bunch of isvecbahis other kids while hanging out at the beach.As an adult member, I have to do a couple of volunteer lifeguard patrols and I am on a surf boat team (picture above). I also get to borrow any of the equipment (boards, kayaks, etc.) anytime I want, which is how this experience started.Last Friday afternoon I thought I’d take one of the surf skis (I don’t know why they call it that; it is a kayak) out for a paddle. The day was sensational; blue sky, no wind and the ocean was like glass.  I walked down the beach from my place around two in the afternoon and went for a paddle for a couple of hours. I was back at the club (old two-story brick building on the beach) around four o’clock. All the equipment is stored on the lower floor and that is where I had to return the kayak after giving it a quick hose down. Being a Friday afternoon, there was nobody around and I didn’t expect to see anyone, so I noticed the wet footprints on the concrete floor. I followed the footprints to see who was about. If it was someone breaking in or doing something malicious, I still had the paddle in my hand, but I was wearing nothing but a pair of blue speedos (they are club uniform). In the back corner, I discovered the owners of the wet footprints. They weren’t doing anything malicious, but they were doing something naughty.Dan and Tim both finished high school last year so they are eighteen or nineteen years old, both swimmers, members of the surf club; I know them by name but don’t know that well. It was these two teenagers that I saw, Dan was standing over Tim, who was on his knees licking the front of Dan’s speedo.Dan saw me in his peripheral vision as I walked around isveçbahis giriş the corner and swore. Tim jumped to his feet and then the two of them were looking at me like kangaroos in headlights. Two very horny, fit, teenage kangaroos. They started muttering excuses like; Dave, we were just fooling around, it isn’t what you think, we aren’t gay. It was hard to listen as I enjoyed the view of these two horny young guys; their speedos weren’t going to hide their erections although their hands were trying.I let them stammer on a little bit; they looked petrified.Finally I spoke. I told them that if they were going to do that sort of thing, don’t do it here at the Surf Life Saving Club. With that, they looked a little relieved, but still not convinced their life wasn’t over. I asked if they knew where I lived – it is about three hundred meters down the beach – they said they did. I told them to get their shit together and meet me on the back deck of my place in fifteen minutes and we would ‘discuss’ this. I used an authoritative tone of voice which I’ve heard from a principal or angry teacher many times growing up. Inside, I was laughing at myself, but Dan and Tim weren’t.The two horny teenagers scampered past me, and while pretending to be stern and adult-like, I enjoyed the view of Dan and Tim from behind.While they disappeared, it took me five minutes or so to finish packing up the surf-ski and grab my staff. When I walked out, I looked north towards my house and I just saw Dan and Tim walking up from the beach towards my back deck.  They would have five minutes or so to stew while I wandered down the beach.A few minutes later I walked up to my back deck. Dan and Tim were sitting down but stood up isveçbahis yeni giriş when they saw me. They were now wearing more clothes than before, but they wouldn’t last long.On the walk down the beach, I had come up with a bit of a plan.They both said hello to me; I don’t think they had ever done that before around the club. The only thing I said was something to the effect of, what are we going to do about this, boys?I had intentionally not had a shower at the surf club, so I dropped my shorts and jumped under my outdoor shower, giving the guys a bit of a shower as I rinsed off now just wearing my club speedos. I took my time and made no effort to hide my semi hard-on. Drying off, I again took my time while the two young guys stood there and watched from five meters away.Once I had dried off, I threw my towel over the clothesline and told the guys to follow me inside. What I did next was the part of my plan that I wasn’t sure would work.As I walked through my back door, I was wearing only my damp blue club speedos. Dan and Tim were following me and I told them my house was speedos only. So dump the shorts, boys.I turned my back and walked into my kitchen; would they obey me and drop their shorts?Getting to the kitchen, I began pouring the three of us a rum (Bundy Rum, of course). I could hear them both walk inside, but I still had my back turned so wasn’t sure if they had dropped their shorts.Turning around, I finally saw that they were both standing on the other side of my little kitchen breakfast bar, sans-pants.As I was handing them their drinks, Dan finally spoke up and pretty much begged me never to tell anyone about what I had seen.I think I had played the bad cop long enough. Grabbing my drink, I raised it for a cheers; my toast was, “To sucking cock, and keeping it a secret.” I thought I was funny, but I barely got a smile out of Dan and Tim. They were still terrified of me outing them.  Time to make them feel better, and horny hopefully.