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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Fiveway

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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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Teach

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When you were in school, did you ever start crushing on one of your teachers? Getting hard imagining your teacher disciplining you, contemplating the smell of your gym coach’s jockstrap, calling a certain professor “Daddy” in your head. Logistically, you know nothing will ever come of it, but you still fantasize about it. Mostly harmless.

Well, I did it. I fucked my teacher.

This story starts many years ago, when I was still in college. The degree program I was enrolled in was fairly new, and a lot kinks were being worked out as it went along. Along with that, we also had a pretty decent amount of young, or young-ish, professors. Since it was a tech-related program, everyone was pretty nerdy as well.

The subject my professor actually taught isn’t important, but you can be damn sure it was my favorite class. From that very first day, he made an impression on me. Scruffy facial hair, good sense of humor, and many shared interests - he was teaching in my major after all. Instant crush. Then I found out he was gay, and I nearly went all anime nosebleed everywhere. Found out in the middle of class too, so I really had to make sure I kept my shit together. After that, I probably spent the next two or so years hopelessly crushing on Teach. I think knowing he was gay gave me some sort of subconscious false hope that I actually had a shot. But I mean come on, I don’t think someone’s going to want to actually risk their job over some kid who can’t even legally drink yet.

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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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The Adventures of Dom: Table of Contents

  1. Daddy M & Bartender
  2. Teach
  3. Married Cub, Part 1
  4. Fiveway
  5. Early Morning Bear
  6. Jay
  7. Tex
  8. Daddy D, Part 1
  9. Married Cub, Part 2
  10. Night Prowling
  11. New Pup
  12. Daddy D, Part 2
  13. Weekend With Jay, Part 1
  14. Underwear Painting
  15. Pupping Out Down Under
  16. Daddy D, Part 3
  17. Daddy D, Part 4
  18. Weekend With Jay, Part 2
  19. Weekend With Jay, Part 3
  20. Daddy D, Part 5
  21. Bondage With B
  22. Hotel Breeding
  23. Overnight With Nate
  24. Daddy D, Part 6
  25. Trash Panda