Slowly Aaron undressed. He was scared of the task that lay before him. He hated doing it but it was the only way to chart his progress. He put one foot on the scale and then slowly the other one. The scale gage spinned back and forth. Aaron put one hand over his eyes. He didn’t want to see, but he knew he had to do it. Slowly he looked down. The gage stopped at 210lbs. He breathed a sigh of relief and stepped off the scale. He was proud. He had gained another two pounds. He looked in the bathroom mirror and admired his firm round belly. He ran his fingers over his lightly hairy nipples. That’s the only thing he couldn’t do anything about. He wished he was furrier like the guys he fantasized about, but he didn’t know of a way to make chest hair grow.

Aaron ran his hand down to the base of his cock. It wasn’t big at all, but he liked his short knob. He grabbed his dick and his balls and held them tight as he put on his studded cock ring. It held everything in place nicely and he loved the feel of it when it was tight on his sac.

“AARON! ARE YOU COMING OUT THIS CENTURY!!” his sister screamed out as she furiously banged at the door.

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming,” he mumbled.

Aaron hated still living at home but for right now he had no choice in the matter. Quickly he put on his jeans and ragged white t-shirt and left the tiny bathroom.

“What the fuck were you doing in there?” his sister asked. “You better not have been doing what I think you were doing…again.”

Aaron rolled his eyes and stomped back to his room. He closed the door and gave his cock a tug. He was ready for some action. It was a good thing it was Friday and he had just gotten paid. That meant he could finally afford to go back to the Den. His cock hardened as he thought about all the furry bears he would meet. Quickly he finished dressing and made his way out of the house. He didn’t want anyone to see him going out. He hated it when his parents interrogated him about where he went. He was nineteen; he didn’t need that shit.

Aaron got into his beat up old Civic hatchback and turned the ignition. It stuttered and puttered but finally cranked. “Thank you, baby,” he said as he patted the dash. He had a half a tank of gas and two twenties in his wallet, he was set. Quickly he drove the twenty miles to the outskirts of the city. When he turned into the parking lot he started to get anxious. There were a lot of cars in the parking lot, which meant lots of daddies to choose from.

At the club entrance, he tried to sneak by the doorman, but got caught halfway to the bar. “I.D. please,” the short bald man asked. He wore a leather vest and no shirt. His chest was covered in thick dark curls. Aaron showed him his drivers’ license and then walked with him back to the door so he could get his hand stamped. He hated that he wasn’t yet twenty-one more than he hated still living at home. The big black X on