Journey of a Swingle guy

This one’s going to be a bit of fun…I’m going to share some of the interesting & funny things that I’ve seen & done in the short time I’ve been in the lifestyle…

All of these stories are 100% true – obviously names etc have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent!! 😊

So my very first, honest-to-goodness Play Party… I’ve mentioned it before, but there are some other funny moments…

I was in the pool chatting with a lovely lady, and one thing led to another as they often do, and we moved inside the house to find somewhere to play…

Lots of other people had the same idea – and all the play spaces were pretty busy, so I suggested the shower… it was large enough, and it was a hot day, so I thought it would be nice… Fast forward maybe 10-15 minutes… things are going lovely… she’s touching her toes, I’m behind her having a grand old time – Until!! I move the wrong way and bump the tap… the water goes from lovely & warm to ice-cold in a heartbeat..

My body reacts – as it is want to do – and she turns to me & says ‘Is that it?’ referring to my deflated & rapidly retreating member!

Sadly – I had to admit that it was…🥶

The same party, later that afternoon…there was cheering from one of the playroom, and applause…

When I asked what was going on, someone told me that a young guy had just had his cherry popped, and his mother was so happy for him…

His mother had bought her young, virgin son to a Swingers’ Party…

Just to clarify – they didn’t play together – but with other people in the same room…

Apparently his mother put on quite a show!

I’m all for being honest & open with your kids, especially when it comes to sexuality & relationship etc – but that was just a tad too open for me…😅🤣

3 years or so later, I’m on a friend’s catamaran on Moreton Bay… I was extremely fortunate to be introduced to two of the lovliest and most genuine humans I have ever met – and they had a boat!!

They’d run little Lifestyle get-aways – usually long weekends…

Those who know, know…😉

Being lifestyle people – clothing is optional, so not long after clearing the harbour, off comes the majority of clothing…

The feeling of the sun, the salt air & the lack of any judgement about my 50yr hairy dad bod was so freeing…

And the company!

Intelligent, articulate, experienced and sexually comfortable with each other – our hosts were fantastic and very sexy!

We’d usually drop anchor off Moreton Island for the afternoon, and just laze about swimming & chatting & enjoying each other’s company…

Now obviously we didn’t have the ocean to ourselves – there were others who also enjoyed the water, and also the sight of attractive, naked/semi naked women…

This one’s afternoon a smaller yacht moored quite close to us – even though there was heaps of room in all directions… there was no real reason for them to be so close – except to perve…

So – if he wanted an eyeful,  I’d give him one! Down came the jocks, and I stood proudly waving at him – in all my hirsute glory!!!

Funnily enough, they moved away not long after…😅🤣😂

This other time, a boat had moored a decent ways off, but the skipper decided to pop over in his dinghy (called a painter as I found out!) and visit us…

Unfortunately for him, as he approached the rear of our boat (aft, starboard – whatever!!) he was greeted with the sight of my hairy arse stuck in the air as I was busily engaging in a bit of oral delight on the back deck!!

Apparently he reversed course quick-smart and beat a hasty retreat!! Later on, one of my ship-mates remarked he was probably confused by the full moon so early in the afternoon!!

Ahh, the life of a swinging man!!