"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear" is the sequel to "Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear," a novel originally published online in 2001 and currently available at:
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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 40: Out Of Order
March 2008
I'd never seen him before at the Millennium Spa, or at any of the Korean spas in L.A. that I'd visited during the past few months. Since that initial mind-blowing visit to Millennium back in October, it had become my new addiction. I'd been to a Korean spa almost every week since then.
But I always came back to Millennium, which had the perfect balance of clean, spacious facilities, the necessary spa amenities, and the promise of hot gay action from its clientele.
But the burly daddy who I found lying on a massage table that doubled as a bed in the upstairs sleeping room wasn't like the usual horny guys I played with at the spas. For one thing, he looked like he was probably in his late fifties, with a head of thick grey hair, a neatly-trimmed but bushy mustache, and manicured nails. I guessed that he was probably some kind of businessman. For another thing, he had his towel wrapped tightly around his waist as he rested on the bed, his eyes closed, seemingly uninterested in being disturbed, let alone playing.
However, as I laid my naked body down on a massage table/bed next to his-- there were three such beds next to one another in the sleeping room, and we were the only two men in there-- I couldn't help checking out his body. He had a big barrel chest covered in course, grey fur and a large, chubby stomach. His legs were thick and muscular. He probably worked out every morning at some high-end gym.
"You come here often?" he suddenly asked, still lying there with his eyes closed, his voice sounded deep and authoritative.
"Yeah," I answered, "every couple of weeks since September."
He opened his eyes and looked over at me, seemingly surprised to see me lying there completely naked. He had a round, fat face and a pug nose. "It's my first time here. I'm actually in town for a conference."
"Oh yeah?" I was intrigued. "What do you do?"
"Copyright law," he replied, chuckling. "I know, thrilling stuff, right? I haven't been in L.A. in over ten years, so I made sure to stay through the weekend and explore."
"And how'd you hear about this place?" I wondered whether he knew about this spa's reputation as a gay cruising spot.
"I wanted a spa day, and this one seemed to have the best reviews online. Though the reviews were almost all for the women's side of the spa. But I figured the men's spa must be good, too."
Uh oh, I thought, he did come to Millennium expecting to just have a legit spa day. And then came the clincher...
"And my wife's been saying I should go to spas more often, but we don't any big ones like this back in Omaha."
So he was a late middle-aged married lawyer daddy from the Midwest. He was definitely in the wrong place. I suddenly felt uncomfortable lying there naked just a few feet next to him.
"I'm Thomas, by the way," he said.
"Sloan," I replied. I glanced over at him again and saw that he was just staring straight up at the ceiling. "Uh, how're you liking it so far?"
"It's the biggest spa I've been to outside of Las Vegas," he replied. "I like that there're so many types of saunas and rooms to relax in."
Yeah, I thought, and I've fucked or been fucked by dudes in almost all of them. Just a week earlier, I'd had my ass pounded out on the outdoor patio.
"And then I found this sleeping room," he continued.
"Yeah, a lot of guys don't even know this room is here. The stairs to this level are kind of hidden at the end of the hall."
Thomas nodded. "Well, I'm glad I found it."
We both lay there on our beds, staring up at the ceiling. I was trying to act cool, while Thomas just seemed oblivious to my discomfort.
Finally, Thomas let out a sigh, undid his towel, and threw both ends of it open so that he was now lying there completely exposed like me. He began to lazily fondle his cock with his fingers like it was no big deal.
After getting past the initial shock of seeing this married daddy bear who was twice my age just casually masturbating next to me, I also began to fondle my own cock, which quickly became fully hard. Thomas eyes fixed on my erection as he rubbed his dick with more enthusiasm until it grew to a stiff, dark crimson seven inches.
By now we both had our fingers wrapped around our shafts and were full-on beating off together. I wondered how often he did this back home in Omaha, getting off with other dudes while his wife sat at home completely unaware.
Seeing this thick-bodied daddy who was older than my own Dad jerking off with me made me suddenly hungry for cum. I sat up and got off my bed, took a few steps over to Thomas, and leaned down to swallow his cock.
Thomas moaned with delight as I serviced his hard shaft with my lips. I thrilled to the knowledge that I was providing a forbidden pleasure to his man. He clenched my hair with his fingers as I stimulated his stiff rod.
"Oh Jesus," he groaned as he started humping his hips and fucking my mouth. "I can't believe this is happening."
Better believe it, I thought as I swirled my tongue around his shaft as it plunged in and out of my mouth. I wanted to make this straitlaced daddy from Nebraska cum hard down my throat.
"Fuuuuck," Thomas growled loudly as his cock exploded in my mouth, thick globs of Midwestern daddy cum filling my waiting mouth.
I swallowed his load in multiple gulps, savoring the taste as his stocky body writhed on the bed. He gasped and groaned until his orgasm finally subsided and he'd pumped the last of his sperm into my mouth, which soon ended up in my stomach.
I finally stood and smiled as I looked down at Thomas' spent body. He had a big, satisfied smile on his face.
"I can't get THAT back in Omaha," he said with a sigh.
I was so horned up by my experience with Thomas that Saturday that I decided to come back to Millennium the next morning on the off chance that I might see my burly married daddy again.
Alas, when I stepped up to the front desk at Millennium Spa, I was greeted by a hastily handwritten sign taped to the cash register that read: "MEN'S SPA STEAM ROOM OUT OF ORDER." Considering that the steam room was ground zero for most of the action, my first thought was that the spa would probably be deserted.
Deflated, I considered turning around and driving to another Korean spa, but I decided to pay for the spa admission and see for myself.
Indeed, as I walked past the steam room on my way to the shower, I saw that that steam room sat dark, empty, and completely devoid of steam. It was weird to see it like that. It was even weirder to see the wet area almost completely empty aside from a couple of guys in the warm pool who looked like they could be gay porn stars.
Where was everyone? I wondered as I went out onto the outdoor patio. And that's where I found out, because out on the patio there were seven men sucking and fucking each other in all sorts of positions. They were bears, twinks, chubs of different ages and races. A Black bear with a hairy chest was pounding the ass of a chubby Korean kid. A skinny Latino daddy was busy sucking the cock of a ginger chub. And a Korean twink was being spit-roasted by two musclebears. They didn't even pause when I stepped outside.
And that's when I realized that because the steam room was broken, the only guys at the spa today were there for sex, not to use the spa amenities. Without the steam room, the Millennium Spa was basically a sex club for the day, but one where everyone was walking around naked.
Not wanting to interrupt the action, I just watched and jerked off for a few minutes before going back inside to see what other parts of the spa had been turned into a den of debauchery for the day.
The answer came the moment I opened the frosted glass door of the clay room and found that there were already over a dozen men in the room. The banquette bench seating along two sides of the room were completely occupied by men of all shapes, sizes, ages, and colors. There were three men lying on the floor side-by-side, resting their heads on wooden block pillows. And since there wasn't any seating left, there were even a couple of men standing up against the wall.
Oh, and every single man there had a full-on erection and were all busy beating off. I'd just walked into the biggest circle jerk I'd ever seen with my own eyes. I saw that there was one unused wooden pillow on the floor in between a smooth but bearded, young musclechub with pale skin and a chubby, furry, goateed, middle-aged Latino bear. They were both lying there pumping their stiff cocks with their fists as they watched the other men in the room pounding their meat.
"Hi," I said lamely as I laid down between them, positioned my head on the wooden pillow until I was comfortable, then joined in on the fun, grabbing my already erect dick and jerking on it.
The room was filled with groans, grunts, and moans of "Oh fuck" and "Yeah, jerk it" as we all masturbated together. Soon, the door opened, and a chubby, bearded daddy in his sixties entered, found a position on the wall, and began jerking on his surprisingly large cock while leaning back against the wall. And then another Asian bear entered the room and began jerking off while standing in the middle of the floor.
I took a moment to look around the room and count the number of masturbating men in there. I was astounded to count seventeen men crammed in there. I watched as a musclebound Black daddy who was seated on the banquette suddenly leaned over and swallowed the cock of the young Latino bear sitting next to him. Then other men reached over the began giving handjobs to the guys next to them.
I looked over at the young, pale musclechub lying next to me and saw him looking back at me. He nodded at me, and I pushed myself up onto my knees and knelt down to take his thick cock into my mouth. His cock was kind of short, but I didn't mind because it meant that I could completely engulf it with my mouth and stimulate it with a combination of suction, flicks of my tongue, and the muscles of my throat. He let out a groan as his body began to tremble, and I knew that it was working.
And then I felt a hand on my ass. I was practically on all fours as I sucked on the musclechub's sweet dick, and so now the Latino bear who had been lying on my other side had gotten up and was now preparing to stick his cock into my ass. I raised my ass towards him to signal to him that I totally wanted it.
"Jesus..." I heard another guy in the room moan as everyone watched the Latino bear slide his long, hard cock smoothly and easily into my asshole. He then began grunting as he thrust his hips, fiercely fucking me.
I heard a couple of guys in the room crying out as the sight of me with cocks being stuck into me on both ends sent them over the edge. I could've sworn that I could hear the sound of cum splattering on the clay floor of the room, but it was probably my imagination, since the sound of over a dozen men groaning and grunting would've drowned out the sounds.
Over the next few minutes, one after another, men cried out or growled as they shot their loads on the floor, on each other, and down other men's throats. During this time, a couple more men came into the clay room, and seeing what was going on, immediately began jerking off even before the glass door had finished closing.
I ran my hand over the musclechub's smooth belly and chest as I blew him, and he moaned in approval as he almost imperceptibly started to thrust his hips as if he were trying to plunge his cock deeper into my mouth. The Latino bear ran his hands up and down my back as he continued to pound his shaft in and out of my ass.
"Oh my god, you're gonna make me cum," the musclechub suddenly groaned, and I saw his toes curl as his whole body tensed up.
His thick cock began throbbing, and my mouth was flooded with his warm, sweet cum. He whimpered as I sucked own his load, enjoying the feel of his sperm flowing down my throat to my belly. He sighed loudly as his orgasm subsided and he just lay there, coated in sweat and breathing heavily.
"Fuck, that's hot," a furry, bearded, lumberjack-looking bear who was leaning up against the wall nearby growled as a spurt of white fluid suddenly erupted from his massive cock and flew so far that some of it splattered on my head and on the musclechub's belly.
As the Latino bear continued fucking me, I pushed myself up so that I could resume pumping my own cock with my fist. I had only jerked on it for a few seconds when the musclechub rolled over and shifted his body so that he could wrap his lips around my shaft and begin blowing me.
Suddenly feeling his wet mouth sucking on my cock sent a jolt through my body, and I groaned as I exploded in his mouth with such force that it made him gag. He seemed to laugh even as he gulped down my jizz.
The Latino bear finally let out a shout, and it seemed like every other man in the clay room went silent to watch his body tremble and shake as he coated my insides with his hot semen. And then there was the sound of multiple men losing control and unloading their sperm onto the clay floor.
The normally dry clay room was humid and filled with the scent of semen and sweat. As I looked around the room, I could see the floor streaked with the sticky, white loads of over a dozen exhausted, soaked men.
"Hey guys," I finally said, still trying to catch my breath. "I think we should all stay in here until we all cum again."
A few guys chuckled, but then we all grabbed hold of our cocks and began jerking on them again.