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Then his hand was back at my hole for more. These cum covered fingers were intended for my mouth. I opened wide and sucked them clean. As I did, cum shot out of my cock like a cannon. My muscles continued to contract until my balls were dry. My balls were so empty. I was done. What a fucking night. I needed a beer.
So it seemed like the greatest night of my life was coming to an end. Little did I know....
The mattress in the loft was now a pile of sweaty, hairy, cum covered men. Everyone was sprawled out, body overlapping body. There were a few wind-down kisses and gropes going on; but it looked like everyone was sated and worn out. Once all the heavy breathing had stopped, Raj got up and headed through the curtain into the other half of the loft. He had lost the gym shorts somewhere along the line. As he walked away, his body was like a grade A+ sketch from a life drawing class. He lacked the bulk of the other men. You could see the muscles in his legs and ass flex as he walked. He swiftly returned carrying a tray with cold beers for everyone. The others started to rouse and sat up to grab their bottles.
SIr knelt behind me on the mattress and began to massage my shoulders. He leaned in and gave me a kiss on the neck.
"You did so good tonight, little cub. Are you okay? I realize we put you through a lot."
"I am doing great. Tonight was all my fantasies rolled into one, Sir."
"I want you to know I was watching out for you. If you'd given me any indication that you had had enough, I would've stopped things cold."
"I know, Sir. Since you first put your arm around my shoulders on the bench tonight, I trusted you."
"You did make me proud. You handled everything we threw at you."
"Thanks, I wanted to make you proud, Sir."
"You can call me Doug now, cubby. You earned major points tonight. You were a real champ"
"I think I'll call keep calling you Sir, if that's alright."
"That's fine for now; but I like the sound of Champ. Maybe we'll save cubby for a novice. I think Champ is a good nickname for my favorite little bear."
"Thanks, Sir. I like Champ. Can I ask one question, though?"
"Of course you can."
"About the cameras?"
"I guess there are a lot of things I need to explain to you, aren't there? Okay, everybody! Hit the showers. Let's get you cleaned up now. Then we can go over all the details, Champ
As the others made their way, Sir helped me to my feet. My legs were still a little wobbly. I now saw the reason for the enormous tiled wet room. All six of us stood under the warm waterfall and let it run over us. Some of the others started to soap each other up. I reached for a wash cloth; but Sir took it from me and began to lather me up. I hadn't notice Raj, slip away; but now he was coming back, dripping wet and carrying more beers for the crew. This camaraderie of the cleaning ritual showed the tightness of this brotherhood.
As Sir soaped me up, I noticed Manny doing the same for Rey. They seemed to be pretty deep in their discussion, then Rey threw his head back and laughed.
It turns out that the loft belongs to Sir. The workshop side was his place of business, the living area his part-time crash pad and behind the curtain? Cameras? There were cameras everywhere. Sir and Manny were the original partners in the enterprise. Scott was invited to join them later. Being younger than the rest, it didn't surprise me that Raj was the junior partner. What did surprise me was that not that long ago, he had been one of the pups in the sling. Their usual conquests were guys wanting to break into porn. Or maybe they just had an exhibitionist streak and a hungry hole. Or wanted revenge on an ex after a messy breakup. These guys went into it roughly knowing what to expect. Before any action took place, they would have all signed their waivers and agreed to whatever fetishes were on tap for the evening. Once their night was over, they were paid handsomely.
In what turned into a happy coincidence for me, the young man scheduled for tonight had gotten cold feet at the last minute. Sir had made a bet with the others that he could find an even better replacement. He was confident that by using his instincts alone, he could find someone not interested in the money; but someone willing to serve them based on desire and fantasy. He was so confident after watching me in the bar, he called the others before he approached me earlier at the bench in the park.
Once we were dressed, we made an appointment for me and Rey to meet with Sir and Manny later in the week. We would have a chance to view the edited video and make a choice. The area around the sling was dark. The cameras shot from directly overhead. In the shower and mattress area, things were much brighter and the camera angles captured most everything. Much of the video would be carefully edited. If we agreed, some video clearly showing faces were sometimes sold to private buyers overseas. We were assured that out final payment would be based on the edits we selected.
Before we left, Sir slipped me an envelope containing two thousand dollars in one hundred dollar bills. He said we'd settle up later in the week, Rey also got an envelope, but I didn't pry. There were hugs all around. They all praised me and told me what a good sport I'd been. Out of earshot of each other, they each individually said they would like to see me again; either here at the loft or one on one.
When Sir offered to call an Uber, Rey put his arm around my shoulder and said he would make sure I got home safe and sound.
Everyone piled into the freight elevator and started down. Once in the alley, Rey took my hand in his and led me to the street. It was very early in the morning and the streets were deserted. The sun would be coming up soon. Rey made a call but I couldn't make out the conversation. Then with his arm around my shoulder again he steered me down the street.
"Are you sure you're okay, babe. I only got there for the finale; but it sounds like you had a pretty rough night."
"I can't tell you how great I feel. When Sir approached me outside the bar, I wanted him so fucking bad. I guess I'm lucky he wasn't a psycho?"
"Fuck, cubby. I've wanted that man since I first saw him. I would've let him pick me up, no questions asked. I'm pretty stoked that I finally got his big cock tonight."
"So what's going to happen with you and Manny?"
"Oh baby. I wasn't surprised. I knew Manny. I knew what he was. When he would promise me the moon, I knew he was full of shit. But you know, sometimes it's nice to hear those things. And the sex! Well, I guess I don't need to tell you that. I just think with my dick sometimes."
"Don't we all?"
"I'll tell you what did surprise me, though. I had no idea they were running the video setup. Manny explained it all to me while Doug was talking to you in the shower. I knew Manny was a horndog, but just figured he was out hooking up like all his friends."
We'd walked several block now. Rey steered me around a corner and we came to a stop outside a diner. It was just starting to get light now.
"Before I get you home, I think we could both use some coffee; maybe some breakfast. My treat. Besides, there's someone I want you to meet."
There were only a couple of guys at the counter drinking coffee. As Rey scanned the diner, an attractive young guy waved from the back booth. As we got closer, he slid over and stood up to greet us. He engulfed Rey in a big hug. Then he turned to look at me. I didn't think my night could get an better. Standing next to me was the hottest muscle cub I had ever seen. His shirt sleeves were stretched tight around his biceps and chest. His nipples were testing the strength of the fabric. It was all I could do not to reach out and grab one between my thumb and finger. Then I realized I was just mutely staring at him for far too long. In my defense, he was checking me out, too. I looked over at Rey and he broke into a huge smile.
"I'm going to sit on this side and spread out. Why don't you two cubs scoot into together on that side."
Neither of us had spoken yet. When he turned to slip into the booth, I saw a perfect round, fat ass in threadbare, ripped tight 501s. Just before his ass hit the booth bench, I could swear I saw a glimpse of golden skin. As I slid in next to him, I could smell his scent. It should have been impossible after the night I had just had; but my cock was once again hard as a fucking brick. When I looked across the table, Rey still had a huge smile plastered across his face.
"Looks like my instincts were right. I thought you two might look good sitting next to each other. Cubby, this is.....wait. I'd better call you Champ or this might get confusing. Champ, this is Colin the Cub. He is my dearest friend. Colin the Cub, meet Champ."
We were sitting close enough, I could feel heat coming off of his body. Just when I wondered if I was too close, he slide over even closer to me until our thighs were touching. I looked down and could see a damp spot on the bulge in his worn jeans. Fuck. I'm staring to long again. I look up and see him lick his lower lip with a very wide tongue. He's looking at my crotch, where my dick is sticking straight up in my jeans. Then our eyes connect. Colin is Asian-American and his skin is flawless. He has a scruffy stubble goatee. Then that thick tongue appears and swipes across his lower lip again.
"It's good to meet you, Colin the Cub. Do you spell that with hyphens?"
What the fuck is wrong with me. What the fuck does that even mean? It doesn't matter, because his smile breaks into a quick laugh and he throws his head back. God damn is this boy sexy. And he laughed at my pathetic joke. He's doing everything right.
"Don't tell Rey, but most people just call me Colin. The Cub part is implied."
Then he leaned in close to whisper to me.
"If that hard on down there is because of me, you can call me anything you want."
If I had any kind of common sense, I would be going home by now. I would be crawl into bed, bury myself under the comforter and get the sleep my body needed. When Rey and I left the loft, I felt totally drained. But now I'm thinking with my dick again. My dick wants this cub. I glance over and see that Colin has a little leather bag on the table next to him. I'm ready to ask him about it when Rey interrupts.
"Okay you two, let's dial everything back a notch. As much as I'd like to sit here and watch you guys eye-fuck each other, I need some coffee and some protein. Then I'm going home to bed."
On cue the waitress shows up with three cups and a steaming pot of coffee. We end up all ordering scrambled eggs and bacon. Then she's gone.
"What have you got in your purse over there, sexy Colin."
He laughs and opens the small leather drawstring back and dumps the contents in front of me. There is a leather collar, a pair of handcuffs and a travel size bottle of lube. I look up at him in astonishment and he just shrugs his shoulders. No embarrassment at all. Everything this guy does makes me want him more.
"I was almost home when Rey called me. I got invited to a party last night after the bar had closed. After too much beer, everyone ended up falling asleep. When I woke up, it was almost 5:30. That's when I decided to head home."
"What about the contents of the bag, Colin."
"Just the essentials. A guy never knows who he might run into. I'll explain why I picked those three things; but first, on the phone Rey said that you guys have a story to tell me."
The waitress brought our food and I started to tell my tale. I had a rapt audience. Every so often, Rey would stop me and make me repeat a particularly sordid detail. Colin did a lot of gasping. He would look at me wide-eyed, grip my thigh and repeat that sexy thing he did with his tongue and lower lip. At one point I looked over and could not believe how prominent his nipple was through his shirt. Without thinking, I reached over and squeezed it hard. His eyes rolled back and a sexy, throaty noise gurgled out of him. After a kick under the table from Rey, I got back to my story.
As I got to the last scene of the night, Rey chipped in and told Colin how things had looked from his vantage point. When the story was finally done, our plates were cleaned off and our coffee cups drained. True to his word, Rey picked up the check. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet for lunch before our appointment with Rey and Manny later in the week. With that, Rey headed home and me and Colin the Cub stood in front of the diner. This early on a Sunday morning there was hardly anyone around.
"Will you walk me home, Champ? It's just six doors down."
He laughed and grabbed my hand; pulling me down the sidewalk in a near trot. We stopped in front of an old apartment building and he hurriedly punch in a code to open the door. Once we were inside. I just couldn't wait any longer. I pushed him against the entry wall and tasted that tongue I had been lusting over for the last hour. He was pushing back against me. He slipped his hand under my shirt and rubbed my hairy chest. We were grinding our hard cocks together though the denim. I couldn't get enough of his kisses. I had been used hard over the last several hours. I was ready to use someone in return.
"My roommate won't be going to work for another half hour. Come with me."
He dragged me to the stairway and down to the basement. We passed the laundry room and the hall ended. He leaned back against the brick wall and pulled his shirt over his head. He popped the buttons on his fly. Then he reached for my waistband and undid my jeans. Then pulled me in tight. I couldn't keep my mouth off of his. I was lost in the moment. We were both hard in our jockstraps. I could grind on this cub all day long. He dropped to his knees. With his back against the wall. He chewed on my cock through the pouch of my jock. Then, rather than pull it down, he pulled the pouch aside and let my dick spring out and slap against his face. He took me in his mouth and I couldn't help letting out a yell. He started to laugh with my cock still in his mouth. He pulled off of me long enough to tell me to keep it down.
When he stood up again to kiss me, I turned him around. Now it was my turn to drop to my knees and check out that beautiful full ass. I swiped my tongue along his crack and felt him shiver. Soon my mouth was locked on his hole and I was slobbering for all I was worth. Before I stood up, I spotted his leather bag at his feet. I picked it up and pressed my body against his back. I reached into the bag and the first thing I found was the collar. Not sure if I was being to presumptuous, I brought the collar up around his neck. He purred and let me buckle it on him. I found the lube and quickly stroked my cock. Another squirt into his crack and I rubbed my finger down and into his hole. He was groaning now.
"I'm going to save the handcuffs for round two, baby."
With that I slid my stubby cock inside of him. I was ready for my new adventure.