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As a gay man, I can tell you that it is a fairly common occurrence to receive an invitation to a friend’s pool party. I mean hell, this is my second pool party story in a row. It is also fairly common that the pool party is going to be clothing optional. And it’s certainly not uncommon for people at these clothing optional pool parties to pair off and find a room to have some fun. Like the room with the sling set up in it. It’s good stuff.

On this particular Saturday, the party I was at was beginning to  wind down. Starting in the early afternoon, and guests began slowly leaving the pool and hot tub as the evening drew to a close. The hosts were friends of mine, and I would be crashing there for the night – something I usually do if I know I’ll be drinking late into the evening. By 10 p.m., the only people left are me, the two hosts, and another friend of theirs. I specify “of theirs” because for whatever reason this individual did not seem to particularly like me.

I’ve written about one of the hosts before, Daddy M, who I tag teamed the sexy Bartender with. At this point in time, he was living with his then-partner Kev, and I would frequent their place to enjoy their pool, hot tub, and sex with the both of them. We had been chatting up a boy earlier, and made plans to have him come over once the party was done. The aforementioned sling was set up in the bedroom, and we were looking forward to getting him strapped in.

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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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