The Bad Cub Club

Chapter One

It was a hot night. Too hot, maybe for a guy’s twenty-first birthday. Especially when he was finally going to get to wear his new leather jacket and thick leather kepi. But it was his birthday nonetheless, and Travis was going to get in trouble. He could feel it in the gut as he buckled his favorite belt across his hairy belly. See, Travis was a cub. Proudly husky and self-proclaimed since he first laid eyes on the hairy studs in BEAR HUG MAGAZINE. He came out to his friends on his eighteenth birthday, his parents on his nineteenth, and the world on his twentieth. And tonight? Tonight was the night for coming out to no one. Travis was finally legal and could officially get into THE DEN on a Saturday night. He was stoked that not only his birthday should fall on a Saturday, but that he received an e-mail invitation from his buddy Cooper to hang with the guys at the BCC.

The Bad Cub Club was a group of young guys that met at the local bear bar. For the most part, cubs identify themselves as young bears; guys into being masculine, gruff and proud of their sexuality. But cubs tend to hang with even more of the gay youth fringe, especially at the Bad Cub Club. Chubs, husky boys and tough, young wolves always seem to fill out the scene nicely. Now with an invitation to the Bad Cub Club, one thing was certain: at twenty-one years old, Travis was no longer a boy. And he was gonna fuck hard to be sure he’d never forget it. So he adjusted his jeans over an already granite hardon, pulled the kepi on snuggly, and headed out to the East Side. No turning back.

As he got to the front door of THE DEN, Travis could already sense the sexual energy. He could see the heads of many a hot bear moving back and forth across the crowded bar. The bald, black, muscle bear at the door locked eyes on Travis. “Hold it, kid. Let’s see your I.D.?” Travis fumbled for a second, retrieving the wallet tethered to his belt by a steel chain. Two biker bears came up behind him, obviously anxious to get through the door. The bouncer repeated his request. “Come on, man. You got an I.D.?” Travis’ wallet snagged on the denim of his tight jeans, and then pulled free just in time. But in the thrill of the moment, the wallet fell from his hand and swung widely by its chain. Travis fumbled clumsily as the biker bears chuckled. “It’s cool, Leon, he’s with us.” From behind the burly bouncer, Travis’ friend Cooper came to his rescue. The bouncer nodded, then let Travis pass. “S’ok, Coop. But you better get this boy a drink.”

Travis walked toward the bar a bit too quickly, and Cooper let him know. “Easy, stud. That bar’s for the big boys. We’re in the back.” Travis’ smile was cut short as Cooper moved up under the visor of his kepi. “Oh yeah, happy birthday, man.” With that, Cooper kissed Travis full on the lips. The kiss lingered for just a moment, but Travis could feel his cock harden beneath the tight jeans. Cooper was probably the hottest guy Travis had ever called friend. Tall, Irish, well-muscled with a thick barrel chest. Travis’ goatee brushed across Cooper’s light brown beard as the two separated. Cooper stopped again. “Travis, this is the first night of the rest of your life. And I fuckin’ hope you’re hungry, cub.”

The door to the back room swung open quickly and Travis was almost bowled over by the heady aroma of beer, leather, sweat and pungent musk. This was going to be his initiation into a world he’d dreamed about for a long, long time. Cooper squired Travis around for introductions, finishing the tour at a booth by a jukebox next to the bar. Cooper grew a wicked grin that Travis had come to know intimately. “Travis, I’d like to introduce you to Toby, president of the Bad Cub Club.” Travis cleared his throat quickly and then extended his hand. Though he was seated at the booth, Travis could tell that Toby was, give or take, five-foot six-ish. But the arms on the President were thick and meaty, and adorned with spiral tribal tattoos on the left forearm and a thick armband of barbed wire on the right bicep. Toby wore a close-cropped black goatee and a buzz cut to match. He shook hands with an iron grip, and once again Travis could feel his cock harden. Toby held the grip, then smiled as his eyes instinctually fell in the direction of Travis’ crotch. “Cooper tells me it’s your birthday, Travis. And that you’re itching to join our little family.” “Yes, Sir,” Travis snapped. Toby’s grin widened. “Wow, you’re good, cub. Since it’s your birthday, we’re going to mix tradition with initiation. And if you’re still standing by the end of the night…you’re in.” Travis smiled at Cooper. Toby stood abruptly and moved in to Travis, inhaling as he came in close. “You smell great, cub.” He sniffed Travis’ goatee with eyes closed. “Follow me. I wanna show you something out in the alley.” Cooper chuckled lightly as Toby led Travis toward the fire exit.

Toby walked out into the alley first, so Travis quickened his pace. By the time he stepped onto the wet cobblestones behind the bar, Toby had already taken off his black flannel shirt, revealing a muscular chest brushed with an amazing pattern of hair. The package was held together by a leather harness, centered by a thick, steel ring. Both nipples were pierced and held thick rings of their own. Travis was unaware that his mouth had fallen open. “You see something you like, cub?” Toby reached down and cupped his bulging crotch with is left hand, then deftly unbuckled his belt with the right. He then ran his right hand over a slightly bulging, beer-fed belly as his jeans started to fall. Travis was stunned by the President’s black jockstrap and overstuffed pouch. “Cooper said you were hungry, cub. Get over here and try some of this bear meat.” Travis's jeans strained with the strength of his erection. He moved quickly toward Toby and dropped to his knees. He pushed his new leather jacket over his shoulders forcing them to arch as he thrust his mouth forward. Toby stood in place offering Travis the first step in his initiation. “You want it?” Travis reached his right hand forward and up under Toby’s nut sack. His left hand pulled the elastic fabric away from the hairy crotch. Toby’s thick seven-inch cock popped out of the pouch within two inches of Travis’ mouth. He took Toby’s cock deep into his throat with a quick gulp of air. He truly was hungry. He was a cub and he loved cub cock. The taste was incredible and he breathed the smell of sweat and an almost-hidden leather cock ring through Toby’s pubic hair. Toby reached down with his right hand and gently grabbed the back of Travis’ head, matching with his hand the bobbing motion of the cub’s sucking mouth. “Very nice, Travis. You are hungry.” Travis pulled off of Toby’s cock with a wet, sucking sound. Spit and pre-cum slick on his lips. He smiled and paused for just a beat, then took the wet cock again deep into his throat. Toby grinned. “Happy birthday, cub.”

To be continued…