Married Cub, Part 1

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As is often the case, I spent a good portion of this past summer trying to stay cool. Lots of indoor activities, going to the beach, and of course pool parties. On one particularly warm Sunday, I was chatting with a new friend, Rick, who invited me to just such a party. At a home with a private backyard. In which one can be naked. The only thing better than a pool party is a clothing-optional pool party. So naturally, I grab a six pack and towel, and head over.

I meet Rick for the first time when I arrive. He leads me in and introduces me to his other friends, with a few more are on their way. He also introduces me to his husband, E. The party’s only just started, everyone’s still clothed, no one in the pool yet. More guys show up, and we’re all just sitting around, having a few drinks and talking about video games or TV or whatever. It’s pretty low key, but that’s a good thing. Walking into the middle of an orgy can be a little off putting. Personally, I just like more of a challenge. Eventually, Rick breaks the ice and jumps into the pool, spurring the rest of us to strip down and join him.

Swimsuits are all still on; some people aren’t comfortable with public nudity, and I’m not out here to pressure anyone to get naked. However, I also am not out here to be modest myself, which is why my swimsuit is basically not a swimsuit. (If you wanna see a picture of said swimsuit, head on over to my main blog at dom-n-ation.com. You’ll find it, and probably a bunch of other images of me naked that you will later realize you didn’t want to actually see. Apologies in advance.) Half the reason I come to parties like this is to show off, which is also why I bought swimsuits that look like THAT.

I get a few catcalls and compliments - as intended - when I exit the pool to refill a drink, but for the most part the vibe is still pretty chill. We’re all just floating around and talking about whatever dumb thing comes to mind. I plan on being invited to many more of these, so I’m here to make friends with everybody. It’s when we’re talking about the latest season of Drag Race that the first swimsuit comes off, Rick’s husband, E. Slowly bit by bit, most of of us remove ours too, a few still too shy. And that’s fine - I didn’t think this was THAT kinda party, just the naked pool time kind.

Of course, that’s when I get Rick sidling up beside me, grabbing at me underwater, while I continue talking like it’s nothing. I subtly reach down and palmed his own cock, but largely am content to just let him explore. The evening turns into night, everyone still talking and having fun, relaxing. But, come on - it’s water, everyone can see exactly what is going on. I eventually get out to refresh my drink, and when I get back in the water, E has switched places with his husband. And he is a lot more forward.

It picks up just about where it left off, except now i got a different guy on my cock. Not the first time that’s happened. So I do what comes natural and take charge. I guide him so that he is in front of me, with my cock pressing right against his ass. My arms around his waist, pulling him back into me while I grind on him, giving the occasional grab at his crotch or thighs. Everyone continues their conversations as normal, but even I can’t help but get distracted here. Or do the distracting. Every few seconds I flex my cock, nestled right up against his hole, and I hear the soft whimpers he’s trying to hold back. This one is gonna be fun.

After a good fifteen minutes of this, E pulls away to go inside for a second, saying he needs to lock up the dogs. But as he getting out, he’s giving me this look… Suddenly, I have to use the bathroom. To pee. And nothing else. So naturally, I announce this and get out of the pool to follow E inside so he can show me where it is. There’s an attempt and some pretense at least. In hindsight, I have no idea how stealthy we were or if knew what was going on. Not that it would stop me if they did.

He pulls me into his bedroom, and I don’t wait. I grab him, pull him in and start kissing him. Hands are roaming, groping, and we’re both still naked from the pool, so there’s nothing in our way. I reach down and grab a handful of his (nicely plump) ass and squeeze, rewarded with a nice moan into my mouth. I squeeze again and snake a finger towards his hole, lightly teasing. I get those whimpers from the pool again this time, so I deepen the kiss and press harder against his hole.

“Fuck me?” he asks, before climbing onto the bed, ass in the air. I plan to, right after I’m satisfied eating that ass out. I give him a smack and dive in face first. More of those moans and whimpers - I love a vocal boy. I don’t take as much time as I normally do, not wanting to seem gone for long - but still enough to enjoy myself. I pull back and ask him for the lube. He motions to the nightstand, ass still raised on the edge of the bed.

I slick my cock up and position myself behind him. I rub some lube on his hole and slip in a finger, offering him what I can in the way of preparation. Then I slap my cock against his hole and push in. I’m not met with a lot of resistance. I think this boy might be a little bit of a slut. Hope his husband knows. Though, again, probably wouldn’t stop me even if he didn’t. After one slow and steady push, I’m bottomed out inside of him.

I waste no time in fucking him - a boy with an ass that ready doesn’t need me to go slow and probably doesn’t want me to. I give him a few smacks on the ass while I set the rhythm. We don’t have a lot of time, so I start thrusting faster. This boy is a moaner, and also a very needy bottom. Bent over, begging me for my cock, telling me I own his hole, that I’m his daddy. Fuck yeah I am.

I soon have him telling me just how much he wants my cock, have him begging me for my load. Smacking his ass a few more times, I keep thrusting my cock in to the hilt. I grip his hips hard as I start to cum, slamming all the way into him and groaning. I’m pretty sure I can hear his dogs barking at me, but the blood rushing through my ears is drowning everything out.

We catch our breath for a few minutes, before I slowly extract myself and help him to stand up. Sweaty and splattered with lube, we decide to hop in the shower for a for a quick rinse. Or that was the plan when we got in. In reality, I shoved him against the shower wall and planted my cock back in his ass. I’m not even doing this because I want to cum, I just want to own his ass for a little while longer, and make sure he knows who owns it before I return him to his hubby. I’m holding him roughly by the hips and pounding away, with him squirming and squealing with each thrust. I am seriously getting off on the power I have here. I continue for a few minutes, and then suddenly pull out, smacking him on the ass and telling him to finish up. I rinse off and step out, and he’s soon behind me drying off as well. We both grab our towels and very nonchalantly step back outside, as if we didn’t disappear for twenty minutes.

For the most part, it seems like we might have gotten away with it. I’m pretty sure his husband knows, but I’m guessing that’s their deal. No one else says anything, at first. Then someone makes a joke about the both of us vanishing inside for a bit, though not quite connecting why. I joke back that I just needed him to show me where the bathroom was, without wiping the incredibly obvious smirk off my face.

Like I’m really gonna be bashful about a chance to show off to new friends.


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