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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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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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