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This story is fiction. It has scenes of adult and cub sex. If you don't like these themes, then please don't read. This is my first foray in stories dealing with cubs. I welcome any critique or suggestions or comments, as these are incentive for me to write more. Be it character, story or grammar based, feel free to comment or send me a note/email.

Any resemblance to actual incidents, institutions, existing/prior/future fursonas or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

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For a while I pined for Kyle. He was a certainty in my new quest to discover the joys of sex and the rewards that came with it. Part of me just wanted him to be the guy I lay with, because the more I researched, the more I learned how rough things could get. Finding cub related stuff was difficult. I found lots on the psychology of cub molestors, examples of situations where they were caught and appeared in the news, but nothing on how to meet these furs.

I did learn about the dangers some of these furs posed. What they would do to cubs, how they would approach them, what they offered, and what they actually did in the end. Kyle was right. A lot of these guys were evil, sick and cruel. I knew that in order to move among them I would need to protect myself. Fortunately, information on defence was everywhere. From self defence techniques to mace canisters to foldout blades, my potential arsenal was well within range.

The biggest tip I learned, however, in defending yourself, was the irrefutable fact that eyes were eyes, and balls were balls, no matter who was wearing them.

I set about making a list of things I'd need, encoding them so that if my parents or friends read the notes, they wouldn't understand. In time this code would become akin to a second language.

Each night I would sneak Kyle's zebra underpants from their hidden niche, carefully, almost reverantly, easing them from the ziplock bag I kept them in, and hold them to my muzzle, inhaling deeply. Invariably it would be at night, when the house was bathed in shadowy silence, my young form naked in the moonlight, my little paw stroking my cocklet furiously, humping up into my little fist, spurting my miniscule load of clear spunk onto my tummy. I would slump on the bed, panting into those briefs, draped across my face like an aromatic shroud. I would clean myself and then carefully put Kyle's underies away again. He was right. With the ziplock bag they kept his scent fresh and clear, and I could close my eyes and see with crystal clarity the restroom in which we shared the loss of my physical innocence.

During the day I would go to school, do the things cubs do, play games and visit friends. I would go to my karate class and pay the utmost attention to the lessons the instructor would teach. My mom and dad were surprised that I wanted to suddenly learn martial arts, but they smiled and nodded and thought it a good idea. At night I would scour the internet for information on the illicit life I wanted to lead.

I quickly learned to take precautions during my searches. Clearing histories, password secured files, ensuring my internet presence was as anonymous as possible, I did everything I could to protect both my identity and make secret the facts I was searching for.

Each day I hoped to see an email from Kyle, but each day I was dissapointed. From what I'd learned online, I could only assume that he was playing as safe as I was. He didn't want to be found out, and I liked to think that he cared for me enough that he didn't want me to go through any embarresment or discomfort were our deeds to be revealed, and so kept his distance.

One evening I stumbled onto an avenue into that forbidden world. I followed down the path it lead me, and was rewarded with a key to a trove of information. Forums, chat sites, image galleries, I had found a way into this dark world, and I leapt into it eagerly. I spent most of my time lurking, reading posts, following links, idly watching various furs chatting about likes and dislikes, reading their questions and the answers others volunteered. It was exciting and exhilirating.

Now that I'd arrived, the problem became introducing myself to all these potential clients. They were a highly suspsicious and reclusive lot, cowering behind fake names and icons and professing a huge interest in cub sex, but seeming to be be more talk than action. I couldn't blame them. After all, they had a lot to lose if their secret lives found the light of day.

Despite the reluctance I was met with, I did manage to find one fur who was willing to, at least for the time being, accept that I was indeed a cub wanting to explore the world of adult-cub sex. He called himself Shay. His first question was WHY I wanted to have sex with adults, and I explained, in very vague detail, about the blowjobs Kyle and I gave each other. From then he decided to label me with the endearment "callcub". He said that if I was going to charge guys for sex, it's what I would be. I didn't care, as long as Shay could help me, even if that help was information.

We chatted in the evenings, him asking what exactly I was wanting to know, and me asking about his experiences with cubs, and what he found to be most pleasurable. Where Kyle had given me the basics, Shay expanded. Instead of using vegetables, which to be honest I had barely started using, mostly because my mom would get angry if food started vanishing all of a sudden, he suggested I get myself a dildo and lube.

The thought of a cock shaped object filling me up was a delightful curiosity, but for a cub to get his paws on such a thing, well, that was a problem.

One evening, Shay asked to see what I looked like. I was hesitant about this, and that puzzled me. I was willing to get naked and suck a strangefurs cock, but here I balked at showing off for a guy on the internet? Here I was safe and anonymous, yet I felt a pangs of misgiving. Taking my delay in responding as having doubts, Shay said that if I was worried about being recognized, I could always hide my face behind a mask.

Digging through my closet I found a ninja hood I had used for last year's Halloween. Scampering over to the door I made sure it was locked, then stripped down to my undies, a pair of pale blue briefs that were snug on me, and slid the hood on. I sat in my chair and allowed his request for a camchat, and there he was, in all his grainy, laggy maleness, a lithe young stag smiling at me across the gulf of cyberspace. He could only see my young chest and ninja clad head, so I stood slowly, sliding my chair back, to allow his screen to to capture the rest of my body, well, from the knees up, at least.

From then on, whenever I chatted with Shay, we would both be naked, sitting in such a way that we could both see everything on the other. I admired the chisselled body he sported, the peaking pink point that watched me teasingly from his sheath, the lithe curvature of his supple form. We jerked off together, watched each other cum, and continued to chat about my goal.

Neither of us asked where the other lived. It was safer that way, and it heightened the sense of anonymity. Sure, we knew what the other looked like, but that was about it. He was just Shay the stag, and I was Eros the husky.

Roll your eyes if you must. I thought the name was perfect, and even if it wasn't, it added a humorful counterpoint to the stark seriousness of what I was after.

During one of these cyber conversations with Shay he unwittingly gave me an idea. We were talking about books, and as we were discussing them I thought about the bookstore in the local mall and the same sex books they sold. I ran my idea past Shay, who thought about it a moment and said that if I was careful about it, it just might work.

That sparked a thrill of excitement and stoked the coals of action in me, and I spent the next weekend at the local mall. I entered the bookstore and roamed around looking at the mangas and fantasy books, keeping a keen eye on the section where they kept the gay and lesbian books. It was in a corner, which offered a little privacy, which was a bonus. Whenever a guy would stop at the section I would make my way over, sidle up next to him, and take a book at random off the shelf.

Most of the time the guy would glance down, do a doubletake, then return to his business. Sometimes they would keep browsing, other times they would walk off. Occassionaly they would remark that a cub shouldn't be in this section. The first few times I was scared and hurried off, heart pounding, but my quick mind found the appropriate response.

The next time a guy told me that, I looked up at him with narrow eyes, my jaw set firmly in my best impudent scowl and told him that guys like us have to stick together, 'cos we face enough challenges from the rest of the world, that just 'cos I'm a cub doesn't make me a lesser gay than him. Then I'd shove the book back on the shelf and stalk off.

The range of facial responses ranged from apologetic to dumbfounded to vexed. The first few times I had to struggle not to break into laughter. Most of the time the guys would appear embarressed, but do nothing but go back to browsing, or walk away quietly. Sometimes they would mutter an apology or an angry dismissal. I had hoped to get at least a nibble, but the weekend proved fruitless. Still, guys who were into cubs weren't exactly a dime a dozen. I'd have to be patient. Which meant hitting the mall as often as I could.

A few weeks after my encounter with Kyle found me back in the bookstore on a Friday evening, once again hunting for my elusive prey. It was ironic, that a cub was hunting those who ought to have been hunting me. The evening started with the same scenarios as before, and I was just about to give it up for the night, when a middle aged husky stopped by the gay and lesbian section. I appraised him quickly, deciding that he looked clean and handsome, and moved in.

The husky looks down at me as I reach for a book of gay fiction, and blinks a few times. He clears his throat and, keeping his voice low, says;"Hey bud, I...er...don't think this is the kind of fiction you're wanting."

I look up at him, to find his eyes darting around the store. I wait for him to look back at me before saying;"It's ok, I'm gay."

The husky is taken aback. He gapes at me, jaws hanging open, his mind reeling with the words he has just heard, struggling to piece them together and decide if what he herad was REALLY what he heard.

I put the book back. "I think you're uncomfortable with me here. I'll come back later," I say, reaching out to pat his leg comfortingly, shooting him the most irresistbly dashing smile I can muster. I then walk away, slowly making my way to the fantasy section, and glance back, but the husky is once again looking through the books. I sigh, and decide to call an end to the night's hunt.

There is still time for a movie, so I decide to catch one, and leave the bookstore, heading to the cinema, pausing at a sweet store to buy a soda and some candy. As I pay for my munchies and turn to leave the shop, I notice the husky from the bookstore looking at me through the window. He starts and darts out of view, and I stop and stare at the empty spot he had occupied.

The grin that forms on my muzzle appears like quicksilver, and I hurry on out to glance in the direction he had darted. I see him window shopping next door, and I find myself hesitating. This is it, a bite. I need to move fast, before he loses all his nerve. I move in his direction and I see him notice me. He makes to move off but stops, hesitant in his actions, but then it's too late.

I stand next to him and look through the store window. "Woman's clothes. Not my thing really." I look up at him and grin. "Hey, mister, I'm going to watch the new sci-fi movie that opened today. You should go watch it, it has so much promise," I say, laying much emphasis on the last words. "You WON'T be dissapointed."

Then I'm off, stashing the soda and candy in my pockets before I get to the cinema. After all, they don't like you bringing in outside food. I laugh suddenly, startling a couple furs nearby. After what I've done with Kyle, and what I'm hoping to do with this husky, sneaking food into a cinema is hardly worth mentioning.

The ticket lines are long, but they move quickly and soon I'm buying my ticket. I cast a quick glance over the furs behind me, and spot the husky. He averts his eyes and I make my way to the sci-fi film, waiting just inside the doors as furs file past me to take seats.

I don't wait long. The husky walks in, and I quickly grab his hand. "Yay, you're here at last." I tug him along after me, playing the eager cub who's father/uncle/relation has taken him to the movies. I scour the rows of seats and manage to find a place for the two of us to sit which has several empty seats on either side. I lean in close to the husky and whipser into his ear. "I'm Tyler."

"Wayne," the husky whispers back.

We sit in silence, and as the room is plunged into darkness I move my hand and rest it on his meaty thigh, squeezing him firmly, letting him know I'm there and it's no accident. He makes no move of his own and I press my luck, sliding my hand across and down to his inner thigh, feeling the lump of his malehood brush against the back of my hand as I do so.

He squirms and glances side to side, and I grin in the darkness, watching the trailers as my small fingers fumble with his zipper. I feel more than hear him hold his breath suddenly, and I wait for sound to cover the zipper being tugged down. Now that I have access, my hand slides into the breach, finding smooth silky undies and a bulge that expands slowly under my tender ministrations.

I am soon stroking his hardness, my fingers running up and down the sides of his shaft. I contine this until the trailers are over, and the cinema plays its usual cellphone silencing request. My fingers slide under the waistband of his underpants and start to play with the tapered tip of his canine cock. He shifts in his chair and a hand falls into my lap, moving towards my zippered treasure.

I lean close again as I stop playing with his penis, moving my hand to stop his. "That was just a taste. If you want more, it's not free."

He swallows and hoarsly whispers;"How much?"

Shay and I had discussed pricing in one of our conversations. He had told me not to expect what Kyle had given me, especially if I were the one doing the propositioning. Prices like that were to be reserved for those who propositioned ME. The more I would deny them their lustful urges, the higher the price would go, and as the price rose, so would my sudden interest in what they offered, until the final offer would meet my desired price.

"Fifty. You get me naked, you get my penis and you get yours sucked. Oh, and I swallow."

"Where and when?"

"Your car. After the movie."

Wayne nods curtly and leans back to watch the movie. His fly is still open, and during the movie I slide my hand back in, teasing his cock, feeling it grow in my palm.

The movie ends, and we start to file out. My pulse is quick, and between my legs my penis is eager for action. Wayne leads me towards the parking lot, but my pocket vibrates suddenly. I fish out my phone to find a text from my dad. He's waiting for me at the main entrance.

Damn! I was so focused on the hunt I forgot about the collateral stuff, like my dad picking me up right after the movie. I let out a frustrated growl, and Wayne looks down at me with a concerned look.

"I'm sorry, Wayne. My ride just pitched up, and I have to go."

The look of dissapointment on my face must be evident, because Wayne pets my head softly. "Oh...um...that's ok. Probably better if we didn't...you know."

I shake my head furiously and grin up at him. "You doing anything tomorrow?"

Wayne blinks, shakes his head no.

"Good. Meet me at the bookstore midday tomorrow." An idea sparks in my head. "Hey, Wayne. There's stuff I need. You bring me the following things and I'll do you for free. Plus I'll let you keep my underpants as a souvenier."

Wayne frowns as I give him the list, but he asks no questions, he just listens. He nods and we part company, and soon I'm sitting in the back seat, my mind's eye on tomorrow, my dad singing along with the radio.

The night passes slowly. I'm tempted to pull out Kyle's underpants and play with myself, but I choose not to. I want to be ultra excited for the next day. Before I climb into bed I choose the underpants I'm going to wear tomorrow, a pair of orange briefs, chosen for their cut and size. They would fit snugly on me, lifting and framing my young jewels perfectly. I used some of Kyle's money to buy some bulk underpants for this specific purpose. Even Shay was in agreement that my undies as a souvenier would add value to the encounter for any guy wanting me.

Midday comes and midday goes, and at a quarter past the hour I decide Wayne has stood me up. I sigh. Maybe he got scared. Maybe he thought this was some kind of trap. Whatever his decision for now showing up, I'm left to go back to fishing, standing in my usual spot in the fantasy section, idly browsing books while keeping my eyes on another part of the store.

A fur nudges me as he walks past, and he barks a quick apology. I glance up, annoyed, to find Wayne walking away. Fire courses through me, igniting my desires and fueling my excitement, and I replace the book I was holding and hurry on after him, catching up to him a few stores down.

"You're late," I say, my voice casual, neutral.

"Sorry. I had to make sure it was safe."

I nod, understanding. "You get everything?"

"Yeah. It's in my car."

"Lead the way, mister."

A few minutes later we're sitting in his car, pulling out of the mall parking lot, a brown paper bag in my lap.

"Where should we go?" he asks as we wait for a traffic light to turn green.

I have already thought of the ideal places. "Pine and Birch. The old Bander place by the lake. There's lotsa secret places there."

"Ok, pup. I can call you pup, right?"

I smile over at him. "You can call me Tyler, pup, puppy, cub, boy, or whatever you want."

He makes small talk as we drive. "You do this kinda thing often, Tyler?"

I shake my head. "I'm kinda new to it."

"Need the money, huh?"

I nod. Leaving some mystery in the equation never hurts. Let him wonder about why I'm doing this. Knowledge is power, and denying him knowledge denies him power.

"How did you know I'd come after you?"

I smile knowingly. "I have a system." I close my mouth and start inspecting the bag. Wayne has acquired everything I asked for, a little more, actually, than I'd expected, which was a bonus. A canine dildo, several packs of condoms, two bottles of lubrication, an enema kit, a container of mace, and a small concealable switchblade.

The items were the result of several of Shay's and my conversations, and my research into self defence.

"I...um...didn't know what condoms you wanted, so I got you a couple different kinds."

I nod and smile and reach over to caress his thigh. "Thank you, Wayne."

"Are we going to be using any of that?"

I empty the bag into my lap and start putting things back in one at a time. Dildo. "No, I have to get used to fucking first." Condoms. "For practicing." Lube. "Also." Enema kit. "Also." I pause as I pick up the mace and switchblade, dropping them in and looking over at the husky. "You seem like a nice guy, so no on these too." I shoot him an impetuous grin.

A look of understanding crosses his features. "You seem to have done a lot of research into this."

I nod. "Yes, sir. I need to protect myself."

"Do you think you can? You're just a cub, after all."

I'd practiced my stony face with Shay plenty of times, until I'd mastered it. It is this look I throw Wayne's way, my eyes cold, staring him down with grim resolution etched into my face. He breathes deep and nods slowly. "I see. Don't get me wrong, pup, I don't want to see you get hurt."

I sit back and close my eyes. We're almost there, and between my legs my penis is acting up, straining against my briefs, letting me know it's ready to be set free.

Wayne drives us past the rundown house and barn, taking a dirt road through the woods along the lake, until we're surrounded by trees, the lake hidden from view. The sounds of boat engines make it through the brush and leaves, but the sounds wane as their owners go about their own business.

The car goes silent, and we sit there for a minute, before I make the first move, sliding out the car and clambering onto the hood. Wayne watches me from the inside, unbuckling his seatbelt, as I shrug off my tshirt and toss it aside. He opens his door, but I shake my head, and he leans back in his seat, waiting. I sit spread legged on the car, taking off my shoes and socks and flinging them to the grass. I stand, undoing my jeans and letting them pool around my ankles. In the car, Wayne leans forward, his eyes wide, as I display my snug orange underpants with their enticingly framed little package. I step out of my jeans, kick them aside, and slowly turn in a circle, letting the adult husky view me from every angle.

Wayne licks his lips as I face him again. This time I nod, winking, and he hurriedly exits the car, coming closer to me, his eyes devouring my pubescent body. "You are gorgeous, pup," he breathes.

I stand with my hands on my waist. "Wanna take off my underpants, mister?"

The husky nods eagerly and reaches out to pull my bright orange undies down, my straining cubbish penis freeing itself and standing at attention. I step out of my briefs and the husky lifts them to his nose, taking in adolescent scent. I smile. Guys seem to like the smell of cub crotch. Wayne sets the underpants down on the roof of his car and begins undressing.

"Wait, let me," I bark quickly and jump down, reaching up to unbutton his shirt, which he shrugs off and lets fall to the ground behind him. I start undoing his pants as he kicks of his shoes, and soon the adult is standing before me, green and black boxer briefs covering the large bulge I'm after. Those boxer briefs swiftly join the pants, and I study the beefy erection that is soon feed me the contents of those firm, ripe balls swaying tantalizing below.

I fall to my knees and bring my muzzle under those luscious orbs, running my tongue over and around them, pulling them one by one into my mouth and suckling happily. Above me, Wayne moans loudly, his cock twitching as I taste his balls. As my tongue and lips continue to play with my new toys, I run my palms up and down his legs, reaching up to caress his buttcheeks.

His body shudders in response. His moans become more fervant, his breath coming faster, affirming that I'm on the right track. I release his balls and turn my attention now to the powerful looking member that pulses in urgent need. My lips kiss upwards along his shaft, starting at his knot and ending at the very tip of his dick, my tongue sliding out to lovingly caress his cock.

Wayne steps back, breathing heavily. "Wait. Do you know how to rim?"

I stare blankly at him. I know sucking. I know fucking. I know jerking off. I know creampies and snowballing. I know watersports and scat. But rimming is a new one. I shake my head.

"Rimming is licking the tailhole of another. You lick and kiss the hole, the sides of the cheek. You don't have to stick your tongue into my tailhole, pup, but if you do I'll throw in an extra twenty. I'm clean, don't worry. Showered and everything."

The thought of licking ass is a little disturbing, but the contents of the bag in lieu of monetary payment cost more than the original fifty I'd quoted. Plus an extra twenty is a bonus. I decide to give it a shot.

"Ok," I smile. "I'll rim you, mister."

Wayne gathers up his clothes and makes a makeshift pillow, then lies back, propping himself up so he can see the top of my head as I kneel between his spread legs. He lifts them, holding them up and I use my hands to spread his cheeks. His tailhole beckons me with impertinant winking, and I take a shallow sniff, expecting it to smell, but it doesn't. The husky is true to his word. He has cleaned himself, and smells of vanilla instead.

I press my tongue against the skin around his tailhole and lick softly. The coarseness of my tongue on his puckered rim makes the husky squirm and moan, and I kiss that rear entrance softly, tenderly, as though I were kissing a lover. I decide to try flicking my tongue at his hole, and the response is encouraging, Wayne moaning louder and huffing out quiet "Oh yeah"s as I rim him. I press the tip of my tongue into that eager hole, and slide it in and out, licking at the rim each time I pull free. His musky scent is powerful, but managable, and after several minutes he tells me it is enough.

He stands once more and again I kiss at his cock, taking his tumescent dick into my practiced youthful mouth, swallowing as much of his cock as possible without gagging. I am getting better at handling it, but I have to take it slowly. Wayne holds my head in his hands as I run my mouth up and down his quivering shaft and soon starts humping my muzzle slowly.

I decide to try deepthroating, and slowly, carefully, swallow the rest of his penis. The tip brushes the back of my throat and I force myself to resist the urge to gag. However, it only lasts a few seconds and I can feel my throat muscles start to tense, so I hastily pull back along his meat, swallowing and breathing deep through my nose.

"Finger me, pup," I heard Wayne moan.

Still bouncing my head back and forth along his throbbing cock I reach up behind him to the crack of his ass, my fingers feeling for the tight rim I had just licked. Finding it I slide a single finger inside, making Wayne grunt in pleasure and hump into my greedy muzzle faster. As I continue to fingerfuck his tailhole and suckle on his cock, the husky starts to pant heavily.

"So close, puppy. Gonna...ungh...cum, Tyler baby," he moans loudly, arching his back, his ass squeezing shut around my finger as he unloads his adult spunk into my cum craving little mouth. His load is potent and large, and as his pulsing cockhead squirts his lust into me, I swirl it around my mouth, my tongue probing at the spurting tip, my lips coaxing his shaft to keep it up. His taste differs from Kyle's slightly, and the texture is more liquidy. I force myself not to wrinkle my nose, and instead focus on the taste and feel of the seed. The longer I keep it in my mouth, the quicker I should be able to get used to it.

Finally the husky's moans die down, the last of his ejaculate oozing out of his cock to merge with the mini pool of cum I harbor between my lips. He pulls his still erect penis from my muzzle, and I allow some of his issue to spill from my lips, dripping down over my chin in a thin pearly trickle. Wayne's eyes are glued to my face, and I open my muzzle to show him what he has spunked into me, my tongue moving his seed around and I swallow, forcing my muzzle to remain open, so he can see his jizz vanish down my throat.

"Was I worth it?" I smile up at the husky.

Wayne nods quickly. "Hell yeah, bud."

"Wanna see my cum?" I take hold of my stiff little pole and start jerking at it.

The husky licks his lips and nods again. He grabs my orange undies from the car roof and tells me to lie down, then places them on my tummy. He spreads my legs and kneels between them. "Stroke your cub cock, bud, and when you cum, make a nice mess for me on your underpants."

I grin and continue stroking my little soldier as Wayne pushes his muzzle against my balls, sniffing them, licking them, sucking them into his mouth just like Kyle did. But he only plays with my little sacs for a moment. He moves down, pressing his tongue between my buttcheeks, lapping at my cubby rosebud , the tip of his tongue pressing into my tailhole, making me squirm.

I close my eyes, imaging Kyle between my legs, rimming me as I strive to give a good showing of my boyish orgasm. I start to pant, feeling my balls tighten, the thrilling rush of sensation along my shaft, and tiny moans escape my lips.

Wayne stops his licking and lifts his head, eyes rivetted on my quivering cocklet and I arch my back, lifting my ass off the ground to hump into my own hand, and as my cubspunk explodes from my pulsing cockhead I cry out loudly, a sound of sheer primal need as I satiate my youthful lust, spilling my cubjuice onto my undies. I continue to stroke myself even after I've emptied my balls, a last drop of clear cum dripping onto my thumb.

I open my eyes and look up at Wayne, who is smiling down at me. He leans forward, opens his mouth, and runs his tongue slowly along my spent little penis, tasting me.

"Good boy, Tyler," he croons and I smile in reply.

He takes my soiled underpants off my tummy and scrunches them into a ball, bringing them again to his nose and sniffing deep. His tail wags as what he smells pleases him, and then he reaches down, offering me his hand, and helps me up.

"Would you be interested in posing for some photographs?" the husky asks.

I ponder the question. Modelling nude for someone sounded like fun, but I've been to those secret sites and forums, seen the galleries and young cubs displayed for furs to drool over and paw to. Did I want to risk becoming one of those cubs, put my identity out there for every cublover to know.

"I...I'm not sure I want to do that," I answer meekly, clutching my hands together and shifting my feet.

"That's ok, bud. What if the picture didn't include your face?"

That sounds safer. "Well, I...I dunno. Maybe, I spose."

Wayne smiles. "No rush, Tyler. You were very good," he praises me, ruffling my headfur. "I would love to be with you again when you learn how to handle a fucking."

"You would?"

He nods vehemently. "Oh yes! You have a very sexy young tailhole, pup. I would love to have my cock in there."

I look down at my feet. "Would I get more money for being fucked?"

"Very much so," Wayne says.

I step forward, open my arms, hug the husky's waist. He returns the hug. "You ok, bud?"

I nod. I can hear his heartbeat, the vibrations soothing me.

"Hey, Tyler, is there anyway to contact you?" he suddenly asks.

"I have an email," I reply, and give him the details. I've created an alternate email for my clandestine carnal activities.

"Eros, eh? Cute." He smiles, then looks around, ears perking up. "Quick, into the car, grab your clothes."

I hear it too, the sound of a car, muffled by the trees, but getting louder. Hastilly scooping up our things we bundle naked into the car. Wayne takes the time to pull on his shirt before starting the car and we drive off. I start to get dressed as well, tugging on my tshirt, pulling on my jeans and socks and shoes. In the rearview mirror I see a car appear just as we round a bend in the road. Probably furs just out for a scenic ride, or a picnic, or a hike.

The trees thin out, and there's a large clearing ahead overlooking the lake. We drive on, but the car behind us stops at the overlook, and we both breath a sigh of relief. Wayne finds sanctuary among the trees again, and we take the time to get fully dressed.

The last item of clothing are my orange cumstained underpants, which Wayne places in a pocket.

"Where to now?" he asks.

I pull out my phone, look at the time. "I should be heading home. Can you drop me off at the mall?"

Wayne nods and the trip back is made in silence. In the parking lot I grab the bag of goodies and pause before I climb out. I lean across and kiss the husky quickly on the lips. He looks shocked, then smiles.

"Thank you, Wayne."

"No, thank you!" he replies as I exit the car, and as I'm about to shut the door he barks;"Wait!"

I look at him. He pulls out his wallet, takes a twenty from it, and hands it to me. "Almost forgot," he laughs.

I accept the money with thanks and a twinkle eyed smile and I dart off, merging with the mallgoers and making a beeline for my bike. I need to get these things packed away in my secret cache. As I peddle home, I think back on the day's events, in partcular the idea of photographs. I also start to play with the idea of more public sex. The other car had set my blood pumping, filling me with the heartpounding thrill I used to feel when running naked through the neighbourhood. There must be a way to have those ideas work to my advantage.

Cub lovers want a willing cub between their legs. But sex is sex. Once they're satiated, it's just a memory. That's why I leave my underpants as souveniers, to make the experience last. If I add photographs, or allow them to film the action, I could make some kind of package deal, and raise the price of my services even more.

Back home I quickly hide my new acquisitions and jump online to see if Shay is there. He isn't, but that's ok. He'll probably be on later tonight. I can run my ideas past him. But for now, I need a shower.

You wanted more details, there they are. What? You expected ass pounding action? Cum soaked cub tailhole? Don't worry, we're getting there. I'm building my way up to that, just like I built my way up from a random blowjob in a park restroom to the sex savvy slut I am today.

Hey, I can call myself whatever I want. In the end, they're just words, labels used to define something for your own benefit. Remember, I play the parts I choose, and if I can have you focused on one thing, you're oblivous to the rest. Which is just the way I like it.

I must warn you though, that Kyle and Shay and Wayne, they're nice guys. My forays into the world of adult-cub sex was just beginning, the shallow end of the pool, you could say. Except that this particular pool was not at all even. There are deep places, sinkholes that appear at a moment's notice.

I fancy myself a predator.

There's always something higher up the food chain.

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