Married Cub, Part 2

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It had been a couple of months since I first met Rick & E at their pool party over the summer. During those months E and I met up a few more times so that I could make use of his mouth and ass. I was able to make it over once during the day, when it was just the two of us, fucking him in his marital bed once more, though with less of a time limit. Another evening, I brought over a friend and Rick watched as the two of us took turns using E’s ass.

Overall it was a lot of fun, but I was still feeling like I hadn’t really been able to show him exactly how capable I am in the bedroom. I needed to get him over to my place the next time. Want that home-field advantage. So, once we figured out a good night for the both of us, Rick sent E right over to service his daddy.

There was no need for introductions or pleasantries when he arrived. I let him in the door and led him straight up to my room. I sat down on the bed and looked over at him.

“Strip,” I told him, eyeing him hungrily.

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Daddy D, Part 1

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This story is going to be a bit of a departure from the rest: I take the role of the sub rather than the Dom.

I first met Daddy D on, what else, a “dating” app, late one Monday night. I was just leaving the apartment of a pup I owned at the time, after a nice long session of face and ass fucking. I was waiting on my Lyft when I saw I had a message a faceless profile. Normally that’s enough for me to not even bother with a response, but there was something about this guy. He thought my profile was interesting (it is) and complimented me on it.

We chatted about my pups and how my evening had gone, which is a story for another time. The conversation kept going and we talked about our turn ons, past relationships, and sexual prowess. The conversation went deeper and was better than I could have anticipated - before I knew it my Lyft driver was dropping me off. It was late, so we agreed to chat more tomorrow, and I headed to bed.

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Tex

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I’d love to tell you I’ve got a boy in every town, just eager and waiting for me, but for the most part I keep my list of personal submissives relatively short. I like to ensure that the boys on I’m spending my time with are worth it. I have one particular boy from Texas, the son to my daddy, who frequently flies in to my location to visit his family. Unfortunately, that means we don’t get a lot of time together, as his family demands most of his time. We try to see each other when we can, but it’s difficult.

Tex is a few years older than myself, with tan Latin skin and thick, coarse hair covering his body. Most of our sexual interactions have been quickies in one of our cars or my apartment, often on a lunch break. And don’t get me wrong, I love public sex (as you have hopefully been able to surmise from some of my previous stories), but it’s hard to show a boy how you own his ass when you can’t get IN his ass.

So we came up with a plan: He would fly in for a few days, just to spend with me. I would meet him at our hotel room after work on Friday, and we’d spend the weekend together. Then, he would then tell his family he was flying in a few days AFTER that. By the time out mini-vacation is over, his family will think that he just landed – so he still gets to see his family while he’s in town, and we get some alone time without any interruptions. I was horned up most of the day just imagining the things we would get up to this weekend. All the things I would have him do…all the ways I would use him. It made getting up from my desk very difficult. I was already packed and ready to go.

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Early Morning Bear

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You know those mornings where you wake up just before your alarm and you don’t know if it’s worth going back to bed? I hate those. A lot. Normally, after a few minutes of unsuccessfully trying to fall back asleep, I’ll make myself get up and do something. Work on a project, finish some chores, play a game – anything. Then I lucked out and found me a boy who makes mornings like that much more tolerable.

I met Bear by chance. Just a random person who sent me a message on a hookup app that I decided to keep talking to. The first time he came over, it was a fairly brief affair. I was working from home that day, and sometimes when I do that I enjoy getting a nice sub to stick under my desk. Can’t exactly do that at the office. So he came over and serviced me with his mouth, and I made sure to get a good feel and look at him.

He’s an older bear, but age is never something I’ve cared about. He’s got a nice, soft, hairy body.  I like a big boy I can grope and squeeze on, and sadly, a lot of the really sexy ones are so self-conscious that they don’t think you’re serious. Finally - and this isn’t a term I throw around a lot, but with him, it fits - he also has a nice, tight, furry cunt. My place was on his way to work, so if he left early enough it was very easy to arrange early morning servicing sessions, even last minute. I could wake up, text him around 6ish, and he’d be over by 6:30 and out by 7.

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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.

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Daddy M & Bartender

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This is the first of several stories I will be posting each week. All of this is true, and really happened to me. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed doing it!


It was the fall, and I was away from home for the first time in a very long time. I was on the west coast, visiting a good friend and former daddy of mine whom I hadn’t seen for a few years. I’ll call him Daddy M, or just Daddy, here. Now, I could probably fill an entire book with the stories I have of Daddy M , but this particular tale is actually about a third person the two of us picked up together – something that as tops, we enjoyed doing frequently.

Since arriving a few days ago , my visit primarily revolved around food, fucking, and drinking.  Overall pretty great. Daddy M lived within walking distance of a number of gay bars, which is how most of our evenings were spent. Being a gay bar, naturally the bartenders were all very hot, and luckily, mostly not straight. It’s always a little annoying when you find out the hot guy making your drinks and flirting with you is in fact straight – what’s the point of being able to look if I can’t also hogtie him and throw him in my trunk? Well, one bartender in particular caught my eye. Just a few years older, strawberry blonde hair, and a sexy beard right under a very impressive mustache, and 100% gay. We’ll call him Bartender (Original, I know).

I probably spend the next fifteen or so minutes just trying not to gawk at this gorgeous man while  he works. Then I see Daddy M just chatting with him like they’re old friends.

Because they are. Daddy calls me over and introduces us, and fuck if this guy’s not even sexier up close. Not only that, but he’s easy to talk to. As we order more drinks, we keep talking, smiling, flirting – whatever you want to call it, there was something there. The connection was so instant that I really had to consider if he was just doing this for the tip.

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