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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 17: Birthday Boy
April 2002
"Fuck yeah, take it down your throat," Kirk growled as he gripped both sides of my head with his powerful paw-like hands and fucked my mouth. He was fully dressed in a gray sweater over a pink dress shirt but with his jeans and underwear down around his ankles.
It was a Monday morning, and we were in the home office of Kirk's duplex apartment in the Hancock Park area of Los Angeles. I'd just arrived at his apartment to begin another week of work as his assistant. But first he wanted to dump a load in me, and since he had a meeting at Paramount Studios scheduled for 10:30, a quick blowjob would have to do.
Fortunately, I had so much experience sucking on cocks even larger than Kirk's that I didn't even gag once as he pounded my face with his groin, thrusting his stiff penis down my throat over and over as he unleashed a stream of profanities in between his animal-like grunts and growls.
One thing I learned while working for him for the past three-plus months was that he was a far cry from the supposedly autobiographical character of Neil in his CUB screenplay. Kirk may have been a shy, insecure chubby kid back in his hometown in the Deep South ten years earlier, but after living in Los Angeles for a few years, he'd blossomed into an aggressive, domineering top bear.
His hands clamped my head even tighter. "Yeah, fucker, I'm gonna cum down your throat. Swallow it, you hungry bear!"
Kirk threw his head back and snarled as his cock pulsed in my mouth and started pumping his seed down my throat. I gulped down his sperm just as he had demanded, and I was happy to even though Kirk had been cumming in my mouth or ass almost daily for the past few months. I still loved the feeling of his hot load pouring into my body, and he delighted in using me for his sexual gratification. I ended each workweek so sexually spent that since I had started working for him at the beginning of the year, Kirk had been the only person with whom I'd had sex. I hadn't even had the time or energy to give my roommate Gabe so much as a blowjob.
Of course, serving Kirk sexually wasn't the only thing he was paying me for, which I was reminded of when the phone on his desk rang just as I was swallowing the last of his load. I slid his softening cock out of my mouth and stood as he looked at me with a satisfied look on his face.
"I gotta get this," I said as I reached over his desk and answered the ringing phone. "Kirk Robinson's office."
"Good morning, Sloan, can I talk to him?" Over the last few months, I'd become very familiar with the voice on the other end of the call.
"Oh, hi, Troy." I said this so that Kirk would know who it was. Troy, the producer of CUB, had been calling Kirk a couple of times a week to give him updates on the movie's status and to pressure him about completing a follow-up screenplay. This second part was the reason Kirk was waving his hand at me even as he was wiping cum and spit off his cock with a hand towel. I grinned back at him. "Sorry, Kirk's getting cleaned up. We have to be at Paramount in forty-five minutes for a meeting. Can he call you back this afternoon?"
"Thanks," Kirk sighed as I hung up the phone. "He's just gonna ask about the new script."
Kirk's latest script was his attempt at a gay romantic comedy, but not the cute, bubbly gay rom-coms that seemed to be all the rage lately, the ones that were about two guys meeting cute and falling in love and following all the standard hetero rom-com conventions. Instead, Kirk wanted to show how messy, dirty, and sexy gay relationships could be while also debating whether gay men were ever meant to be monogamous. As his assistant, I'd been helping him outline the story, but since I'd never been in a serious relationship with another gay man, it turned out to be a challenge for the both of us. We hadn't even been able to come up with a title for the project.
"So... what exactly are we?" I asked Kirk, who was sitting in the passenger seat of my pick-up truck as I drove us down Melrose Avenue towards the studio for his meeting. Kirk liked arriving at meetings in my big, butch pick-up instead of his old, beat-up, white Toyota Corolla.
"What do you mean?" He had a bad habit of answering my questions with another question.
"Like, I'm you're assistant, but am I anything more to you?"
It was a question that I'd been mulling over for a while, prompted by the subject of the new script. Since I'd started working for Kirk, I'd been spending almost all of my waking hours on weekdays, and even some weekends, with him, not only fulfilling the duties of a writer's assistant, but also serving as his personal cumdump. And to be honest, it wasn't only my waking hours. Lately, I'd been spending some nights with Kirk, cuddling against his soft, furry body in his bed after he'd given my ass a good pounding.
Naturally, I was beginning to question whether the balance of our relationship was tilting more personal than professional, despite spending ten hours a day answering his phone, keeping his schedule, picking up his dry cleaning, driving him to meetings, taking notes, and helping brainstorm his new screenplay.
Kirk frowned, looking a little bit worried. "Well," he started, "were you hoping for something more?"
I let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, no. I wasn't expecting anything. And I'm fine with just doing what we've been doing. But we HAVE been spending an awful lot of time together. I was just wondering whether YOU were seeing this as..."
"A relationship?" Kirk replied, then let out a boisterous laugh. "Yeah, I think it's too soon to call it that."
I let out a sigh of relief. "Okay, good." As we stopped at a stoplight, I looked over at him and smiled. "As long as you don't regret hiring me."
Kirk grinned. "You're definitely the best assistant I've ever had."
We laughed, knowing full well that I was the first assistant he'd ever had. Kirk then dug into his shoulder bag to retrieve a notebook of screenplay ideas, which he started to flip through.
I suddenly remembered that I needed to ask him something. "So hey, this Friday is my birthday, so I was wondering if I could take the day off. My friends want to take me on some crazy birthday adventure."
Actually, this wasn't quite the full truth. Over the weekend, my roommate Gabe had asked whether we could hang out on my birthday since we'd seen so little of each other since I'd started my job. I'd told him I could try to get the day off, but only if he promised to fuck my brains out for my birthday. He replied that the best gifts are the ones that don't cost him any money.
"Sure, sure," Kirk answered, looking up as we pulled up to the gates of Paramount Studios on Melrose. "Just be back to work next Monday so I can give you a present." He then flashed me his mischievous grin again.
In the months since I'd started working for Kirk, Gabe had finally made the conscious decision to kickstart his comedy and acting career. While still spending most of his days working at the coffee shop, he'd started a new round of classes at the improv theater while also making connections with other aspiring comedians in the hopes of forming a comedy team or troupe. He also signed with a manager who'd seen him in one of his improv showcases at the theater, and the manager had started sending Gabe out on auditions, mostly for commercials and bit parts in sitcoms and low-budget comedic movies. He hadn't booked an acting gig, yet, but he'd succeeded in getting a couple of callbacks, and his manager was certain it was only a matter of time before he booked a role.
However, since Gabe and I saw little of one another these days, we decided that we should waste my 23rd birthday doing dumb, fun shit together, so we started out by catching a matinee show of the big movie that was opening in theaters that day... THE SCORPION KING.
We followed that up by stopping in at three of our favorite Hollywood dive bars, downing beers at each stop, then paying a tipsy visit to the Hollywood Wax Museum on Hollywood Boulevard. The other tourists there were probably annoyed by our childish, drunken giggling at the wax figures. We'd intentionally dressed like tourists, in oversized Hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts. Afterwards, Gabe and I bounded down the Hollywood Walk of Fame, entertaining each other with random trivia about each celebrity whose name adorned one of those stars.
Our drunken buzz had worn off by the time we stumbled back to our apartment that afternoon. Gabe had made a reservation at a fancy local restaurant at 7:00 so that we could have a proper birthday dinner, and we'd planned to return to our apartment first so that we could get dressed up before going out. And then we would cap off my birthday with our long-anticipated night of sex.
However, it was only 4:30 when we made it back to the apartment, which meant that we still had a couple of hours to kill before we needed to leave for dinner.
"Hey, why don't we go to the roof and get some sun and smoke a joint before dinner?" Gabe suggested as he unbuttoned his Hawaiian shirt and took it off to bare his hefty torso. He'd gotten into the habit of getting shirtless the moment he got home, as if wearing a shirt were some kind of confinement from which to break free.
"Or..." My dick started to swell in my shorts from the sight of his beautiful, massive chest and belly. I reached out and ran my hand over his stomach. "Maybe we shouldn't wait until tonight for you to give me my present."
Gabe grinned and chuckled. "Man, to think before I met you I thought I was the horniest dude alive."
"Guess it's just my luck," I replied as I unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts, pulling them down to expose his already stiffening meatpole.
I massaged his thick shaft with my fingers as he stepped out of his shorts, leaving them on the floor. After nearly four months of no contact with Gabe's monster cock, I wasted no time in dropping to my knees and sliding it into my mouth, eagerly sucking it to a full erection.
"Fuck, dude," Gabe moaned as I worked on his cock with my mouth. "I've fucking missed this."
After blowing him for a couple of minutes, and seeing that his tree trunk legs were trembling, I stopped blowing him and stood. "You know what I miss?" I asked as I removed my clothes until we were both completely naked before each other for the first time since we'd fucked six months earlier. "The feel of your massive cock inside me."
Gabe smiled, not a mischievous smile, but rather a warm and loving one. "Where do you wanna do it this time?"
"Let's do it on my bed," I replied, getting excited. "I haven't been fucked on it since that day when those two guys delivered it."
I playfully grabbed his huge cock with my hand and led him by it to my bedroom. I chuckled when I saw that the blinds looking out into the building's courtyard were open. "I think I better close these." I grinned as I shut them. "For the neighbors' sake."
I turned back to Gabe, who stood there with his giant erection poking straight out at me. Even though we'd done all this before, he suddenly looked hesitant and shy, perhaps because we were doing this in the middle of the day and relatively sober instead of late at night, drunk and stoned out of our minds.
"God, you're adorable," I murmured, which caused him to smile bashfully. I ran my hands over his big chest and stomach again, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin. He shivered from the sensation, his ticklishness breaking through his bashfulness. "I don't tell you this enough, but you've got an incredible body."
"Thanks," he replied, sounding like he didn't quite believe my sincerity.
"I mean it. I envy the gal who ends up bagging this amazing bod, and this cock." I started massaging his shaft with my fingers again. Gabe closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure as precum started leaking from the tip of his penis. His handsome, bearded face had an expression of ecstasy that made my own cock tingle, and I decided to ask him something I'd wanted to ask him for ages but was afraid to. "Gabe, can I kiss you?"
Gabe opened his eyes and looked at me with surprise, even though he certainly should have guessed that I'd been dying to kiss him. Finally, he cocked his head slightly and smiled timidly. "Sure, buddy."
He closed his eyes again as I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, and we engaged in a long, wet kiss, our beards pressing together. I wrapped my arms around Gabe's massive body and hugged him as our kiss became more passionate, and he let out a moan. His stiff cock was pressed against my belly, and I felt it throbbing, his sticky precum smearing my stomach.
As we stopped kissing, Gabe opened his eyes and smiled. "That was different."
"Thanks, dude. I've been wanting to do that for a while." I stepped back from him and looked at his bright red cock and low-hanging balls, which looked like they were ready to empty themselves. I took my bottle of lube and squirted some onto his shaft. "Now, you look like you're ready to deposit your sperm in me."
"More than ready," Gabe replied. "I'm afraid it's not gonna take long."
"That's okay." I was desperate to receive his load, and I practically belly-flopped onto my bed, my thick legs hanging off the edge. I spread them to present my waiting asshole to him as I grabbed a pillow and laid my head on it.
Gabe clambered on top of me like a clumsy beast, mounting me and swiftly pushing his monster cock into my ass with a heavy "Fuuuuuuck." He laid his body down as if he were smothering me.
"Oh god," I moaned as I enjoyed the sensation of his giant pole sliding into my body, connecting me and my roommate in a way that nothing else could.
"Are you okay?" Gabe whispered into my ear as he buried his dick completely in my ass.
"God, yes," I groaned. "I fucking love feeling you inside me. Fuck me, Gabe. Fill me up with your cum."
Gabe started to hump his body, pulling his shaft out of my ass and plunging it back in. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck as he started to growl his trademark profane exclamations of sexual pleasure. "Fuck, Sloan, your fucking ass is so hot. I'm gonna pound my hot cum into you. Happy fucking birthday, buddy."
I had been hoping that we'd be able to fuck face-to-face like we did the first time. I desperately wanted to be able to turn over and kiss him again, but that was outweighed the desire to have him shoot his jizz into me.
"I'm sorry, buddy," Gabe suddenly grunted after only about a minute of fucking me. "I gonna blow my load now."
"Do it," I cried out. "I want your cum in me."
Gabe let out a strangled cry into my ear as his pounding cock throbbed in my ass and started shooting volleys of his sperm deep into my body. I relished the feeling of the hot juices coating my insides. "Oh god, Sloan, take my cum."
He continued fucking my ass as he shot jet after jet of sperm into me. He finally shoved his cock all the way in one more time, and his sweaty body collapsed onto my back. He shuddered as he breathed heavily into my neck.
"Thanks, buddy," he whispered lovingly into my ear.
"Fuck, man," I replied. "Thank YOU."
Gabe suddenly pushed himself up, sweat dripping from his head onto my back. "Okay, buddy, I actually have one more birthday gift for you."
I was truly baffled. "Wait, what?"
Gabe grabbed me forcefully by my waist with his powerful hands and flipped me over onto my back, my own dripping, rock hard erection flopping onto my belly. I saw that Gabe was smiling but also had a slightly fearful look in his eyes. What was he planning?
That was why I was utterly shocked, but also delighted, when Gabe suddenly slid down and enveloped the end of my cock with his wet mouth.
"Oh my god," I groaned as he started sucking hungrily, probably getting a good taste of the precum that had been coating the head of my cock. Even though it was obvious that this was his first time sucking on a dick, it seemed to come naturally to him. It felt so good that it sent convulsions through my body. "Fuck, Gabe, that feels so amazing."
The sensation of his mouth muscles working my shaft combined with the thought of my straight, hulking giant of a roommate stuffing his mouth with my dripping cock, was starting to make me feel like I was going to faint. He was going to bring me climax in even less time than it had taken for him to cum in my ass just now.
"Oh fuck, Gabe, I'm gonna cum," I groaned, wanting to warn him in case he didn't want me to cum in his mouth.
However, he needed no such warning. As he sucked even harder on my swelling cock, it was clear that he wanted to taste my cum. I let out a low growl as fireworks seemed to explode in my head, and I started to shoot my hot jizz right into Gabe's waiting mouth.
He didn't just want to taste my cum. Even as my head swam from my orgasm, I was shocked to feel Gabe gulping down my load, swallowing every spurt of cum blasting into his mouth. When my cock had finally finished pumping out sperm, Gabe swallowed one more time and pulled my penis out of his mouth with a satisfied sigh.
"I can't believe you just did that," I said in wonder, my heart still pounding.
"You've swallowed so much of my cum," he replied, grinning, "I thought I should try it at least once." He licked his lips. "Not that bad, I have to admit."
"Thanks, man," I groaned, then let out another deep sigh.
Gabe then held up his hand. "Wait, not done, yet."
I was a little confused until he got to his feet to reveal that his huge cock was once again fully erect and dripping. It'd been so long since we'd had sex that I'd almost forgotten that Gabe was the king of multiple orgasms.
"Hell, yeah." My eyes widened at the sight. "Do it."
Gabe grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs. I was going to get my birthday wish of being able to look him in the eyes while he fucked me, after all. He pressed his cockhead into my asshole and, unlike his initial fucking minutes earlier, he slid into me very slowly, letting both of us enjoy the feeling of his massive shaft sliding deeper and deeper into my body. We both opened our mouths and simultaneously let out long moans.
When his dick was completely inside me, Gabe leaned forward, laying his gigantic body atop mine, our big bellies and chests pressed together, and kissed me again with swelling passion. Even though he hadn't started thrusting, I felt his cock pulsing inside my ass, not ejaculating, yet, but rather just reacting to the electricity of our tongues intertwining in one another's mouths.
Gabe started to giggle, and he pulled away and looked deep into my eyes. "You know, I'm starting to think I might not be one hundred percent straight."
"Whatever gave you that idea?" I grinned, but then I groaned as Gabe started to thrust his hips, fucking my ass with his monster cock.
My bed was creaking and straining beneath the combined weight of our humping bodies, but since it had survived the weight of three bears the day it had been delivered, I had no concerns about it supporting Gabe and me. I should have been more concerned about neighbors hearing the unholy racket it was making, or the incredibly loud grunts and groans that we were making, bathing each other's faces with our hot breaths as his shaft pumped in and out of my ass.
I placed my hands on Gabe's thrusting ass, encouraging him to fuck me harder and deeper, as if that were even possible. For several minutes, he pounded my ass like some kind of brute while looking into my face with the sweetest expression, occasionally kissing me with what felt like genuine emotion.
"Oh fuck, Sloan," Gabe groaned as he started fucking me with greater intensity. He placed his large hands on either side of my head and stared into my eyes. "You're gonna make me cum again. I'm gonna flood your ass with my hot cum."
"Yeah, Gabe," I grunted, wanting to match his dirty talk. "Fill my ass up with your cum. My ass is gonna overflow with your sperm."
A big smile spread across Gabe's face, and then his mouth opened wide again as he let out a series of loud whimpers that grew into a wail. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm cumming!" He squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as he thrust his shaft into my ass violently. "Ahhhh!" he suddenly yelled out as his throbbing cock released its load, shooting what felt like rivers of his hot jizz into my bowels.
I also let out a growl, feeling a need to vocalize with him. I then wrapped my thick legs around his waist, pulling his still-shooting cock all the way into my ass and holding it there as it emptied its load into my body. Growling like a bear, Gabe pressed his mouth hard against mine and kissed me. We kissed for what seemed like ages, growling together.
And as I had predicted, I felt Gabe's hot cum leaking out of my asshole even though it was still stuffed tightly with his hard cock. I was literally overflowing with his sperm.
When we finally broke our kiss, I saw that Gabe had tears in his eyes, as if he had been overwhelmed with emotion and sheer ecstasy.
"You okay?" I asked, worried that I'd broken him. After all, before he knew me, he'd been your typical big, dumb-looking straight lug.
"Yeah," he replied, grinning. "Just never imagined I'd ever have sex this good. And especially not like this. Thanks, buddy."
We locked lips again and kissed hungrily as if we were trying to devour one another. With his penis still embedded in my ass, Gabe let out a deep breath as he brushed my hair with his fat fingers.
"Let's just lie here a while," he said. "I like this feeling." He then sighed, a big, satisfied smile on his face. "But you know, I still plan to fuck you again after dinner."
"I was counting on it," I replied as I wrapped my arms around his huge, sweaty body and hugged him.