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I slowly lifted myself from his cock, trying to keep the cum from my hand making a mess anywhere. I didn’t want to get on him, or me. But now my nerves had settled, and I could go through with his blind date my friend had set up. “Do I get to see what’s under the mask now?”

He chuckled. “If you’re lucky,” he said. “I’ll give you my number.”

With a handful of tissues, I mopped the cum up and threw it into the plastic trash bag. “And if you’re lucky, I might call you,” I said. “It depends on the rest of my night goes.”

“I don’t know what you’ve got planned for the rest of your night, but I know whoever goes in after me is going to have thoughts,” he said.

I grabbed my denim shorts and looked at the man, wondering why I was still so sexually attracted to him. He was a mirror version of me, if I was a top, muscular, and hairy. “Oh, I don’t have enough time to explain how you’re wrong,” I said. “The dick was good though.” I looked at it, dangling between his legs, still rocking a chub, and glossy from having just taken the condom off. “In fact, hold off on giving me your number, I don’t want to ruin this memory.”

“You know my calling card,” he said, reaching out and flicking the teddy bear on the t-shirt.

“And you fuck everything with a—”

“No, only the pretty ones.”

Buttoning my shorts up. I gave myself a once over in the mirror. “I’ll see you around then.”

My phone had several missed calls and texts from Ash. This sexual detour might’ve taken a little longer than I’d anticipated, but at least now I wasn’t going to come across desperate and throw myself at the first guy they put in front of me.

Mr. Bear’s cock was a buffer cock, the type of dick you take so that you don’t fall in love with the next one you take. That was a service he should offer, and I’d happily be a repeat customer, as long as the bear head was optional.

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