Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2023 17:53:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Sloan Cosgrove Subject: Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear: Chapter 14 "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: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/sloan-cosgrove/ Feel free to email me at thefratbear@yahoo.com if you'd like to connect or if you'd like me to send you a copy of the complete "Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear" in handy PDF format. Please note that my old excite.com email address no longer works. You can also follow me on Twitter: http://twitter.com/thefratbear ****** "Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear" by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com) Chapter 14: Steamed Here's something that every resident learns during their first year in Los Angeles: the city becomes a ghost town during Thanksgiving week. Even moreso than Christmas, it's the holiday when non-native Angelenos make pilgrimages home, inevitably realizing why they left their hometowns and moved to L.A. in the first place. When I found out that I was going to have a week-long break from the production of CUB, and with no plans to spend money on a flight home to Texas, I was excited at the prospect of spending a week in the apartment having non-stop sweaty sex with my straight roommate Gabe. You can imagine my disappointment when, in early November, Gabe broke the news that he felt obligated to fly home to spend the holiday with his big Italian family back in New Jersey, especially since it was the first Thanksgiving after the events of September 11. As a result, I found myself alone in our apartment in the middle of a seemingly deserted city. Even a visit to the Tomkat Theatre proved to be a supreme disappointment. On the Sunday night before Thanksgiving, there were only a couple of other patrons in the theater, and neither of them were interested in a plus-sized gentleman such as myself. As he had promised, on the first day of production on CUB, Bruce the first A.D. had given me a guide to places where I could connect with other bears, but even that was practically useless during this holiday week. I'd have to wait until we wrapped production in mid-December to try out some of his suggestions. "I was kinda hoping you'd come home for Thanksgiving." Bobby Bickner sounded depressed when I told him over the phone that I was staying in L.A. for the holiday week. "Sorry, Bobby," I replied on my cell phone as I paced around my apartment in my boxer shorts. It was Monday evening, the night after my disappointing visit to the Tomkat, and I felt like I needed to reconnect with home in some way. "I can't afford it right now, and I didn't want to ask my Dad for more money." "I get it," Bobby responded forlornly. "To be honest, I wish I was home this week. Los Angeles is completely dead during Thanksgiving week." I found myself wanting nothing more than to be back in Cicero having my ass lovingly plowed by Bobby's stiff dick. "How're things back home? Hope life hasn't been too boring." "Well, actually..." He trailed off as if he was reluctant to tell me something. "What? Did something bad happen?" Bobby chuckled. "No, nothing bad. Actually, something wild happened to me a couple of weeks ago. It was like one of your crazy sex stories that you're always telling me about. The kind that I never thought would happen to me, as they say." "Fuck, man," I replied, pulling my cock out of my boxers and working it into a full erection. "You better tell me every detail right now. And I'm gonna stroke my cock while you do." "Hell, yeah." Bobby sounded excited, and when I heard the sound of a zipper being unzipped on the other end of the phone, I knew we were about to have an epic bating session together. *** It was a late Friday afternoon, and it'd been a slow week for calls at Bobby and Tony's plumbing business. As usual, Bobby had no weekend plans, so he told Tony to go home early, and he could be on stand-by in case a plumbing emergency call came through. So when the call came in just before 5:00 from a guy named Evan at Vortex, a local sports club and gym, about an issue with the temperature of their showers, Tony had already gone home for the weekend to spend time with his wife, who was weeks away from giving birth to their son. Twenty minutes later, Bobby pulled into the Vortex parking lot, which was half-full with vehicles from locals getting in their post-workday, end-of-week workouts. Located in a shopping center that also included a Best Buy, a Target, and a Home Depot, Vortex was by far the largest gym in Cicero, and Bobby knew that it was where many former athletes from Cicero High School went to maintain their fitness after graduating. He'd even considered joining, though he couldn't see himself working out there frequently enough to justify paying the annual membership fees, which were nearly $400. "Oh good, you're here." The chipper, bearded ginger musclebear with the nametag that read "Evan" at the front desk smiled when he saw Bobby strolling into the lobby. "I'm Evan." "Bobby," Bobby introduced himself as they shook hands. Evan had a strong grip of someone who probably wrestled in school. "So you have a temperature issue with your showers?" "Not actually the showers," Evan said as he started to lead Bobby through the gym to the locker rooms, "but the shower in the men's steam room." "You have a shower in the steam room?" "Yeah, so guys can douse themselves with cool water and stay in the steam room longer. But the water temperature seems to be stuck on hot, which makes it pretty useless right now." They strolled through the locker room, and Bobby took notice of the bodies of the mostly muscled and athletic men in various states of undress at their lockers, either changing into their workout clothes or getting naked to head to the showers. However, of the dozen or so men there, there were only a couple that shared Bobby's bearish body type and were obviously there to get in shape and/or lose weight. When they reached to door to the steam room, just off the men's showers, Evan opened the door, and a cloud of steam poured out. He poked his head in. "Oh good," he said. "Doesn't look like anyone's using it right now. Do you need me to shut off the steam while you work on the shower?" "No need," Bobby replied as he and Evan entered the steam room. The rain shower head was actually hanging from the ceiling right next to the door to the dimly-lit steam room. Bobby turned on the shower and stuck his hand under the water that started to pour down from the shower. He pulled his hand out of the water almost immediately when he felt that it was scalding hot. He turned the shower lever to cold, but it had no effect on the temperature. The problem was obvious to Bobby. "Simple fix," he declared. "You need a new temperature balance valve. It regulates the water temperature. For parts and repair, it should be just about three hundred dollars." "That's all?" Evan looked visibly relieved. "Awesome. When can you have it done?" "I can just get a new valve next door at Home Depot and have it installed in less than an hour. I just need to shut off the water to the shower." "Fantastic." To Bobby's surprise, Evan gave him a big bearhug. Bobby grinned bashfully. "Be back soon." *** It was a little after 6:00 when Bobby returned from Home Depot with the new valve and his bag of tools. Expecting to be welcomed back by Evan, he was disappointed to see a perky, athletic blonde named Mindy manning the Vortex front desk. "Evan's shift ended at six," she explained, "but he told me you'd be back to repair the steam room shower." "Has he left already?" Bobby asked. "Actually, he's working out in the gym. He always works out after his shift." Bobby nodded and headed into the gym towards the locker room. Sure enough, he saw Evan at the leg press machine, pushing what looked like three hundred pounds of weights up an incline with his thick, heavily muscled legs. When Evan saw Bobby, he waved and smiled, and Bobby held up the new valve and signaled that he was heading to the locker room. Evan gave him a thumbs up. When Bobby opened the door to the steam room, he was once again blasted by a cloud of hot steam. He stepped into the steam-filled room and immediately regretted turning down Evan's offer to turn off the steam while he repaired the shower. However, he soon realized that it was too late to do that now because the steam room was currently in use. "A bit overdressed, aren't you?" a deep voice came from the shadows in the back of the steam room. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, Bobby saw that the voice came from a middle-aged man sitting on the tiled seating along the back wall of the steam room. The man was short, stocky, swarthy, and packed with muscles. He had a dark black mustache, and his body was covered in dark fur. Bobby thought he looked Turkish, but he couldn't think of a reason why anybody of Turkish descent would be living in Cicero. Bobby also saw that the man wasn't alone. Next to him was another man who looked almost like his physical opposite, maybe 30 years old, over six feet tall, sandy-haired and clean-shaven, with a smooth body and pale and freckled skin. Though he didn't look particularly fat, he was very husky with the build of a former offensive lineman, probably weighing close to 300 pounds. Bobby was able to discern all these physical details because both men were also completely naked, sitting on white towels that by now were soaked from the hot steam that filled the room. It was what had prompted the comment about Bobby being overdressed. "Uh, yeah," Bobby finally responded. "I'm just here to fix the shower." "Oh good," the stocky man replied, "it's been busted for a couple of days. Do you need us to leave?" "No," Bobby answered. "It shouldn't affect the steam." He turned the shower lever to confirm that the water to the shower had been shut off and set to work to remove the water control lever and the plate covering the valve. "I'm Bobby, by the way," he said as he worked. "Gus," the stocky man replied, then gestured at the husky man next to him, who still hadn't spoken a word. "And this here's Derek." "You guys friends?" Bobby asked. "Our wives are," Derek finally spoke. "We just work out together after we both get off work." "Derek asked me to help him get in shape," Gus explained. "I used to wrestle in college." "Cool," Bobby nodded. "I played football in high school. I should probably start working out again." Bobby's hair and goatee were already soaked from the steam and from his sweat. He wiped his forehead with his sleeve, worked on the valve for a few seconds, then found himself having to wipe his face again. "You look like you're dying there," Derek remarked. "Maybe you'd be able to work better with less on." Bobby sighed. "Good idea." He stood and proceeded to strip down to his boxers, then opened the steam room door and dumped his clothes and shoes in a pile on a bench next to the door. Bobby stretched his thick arms and breathed in the hot steam. Beads of water started to collect on the dark fur that covered his body. Gus chuckled. "You look a lot more comfortable." "I don't know how you guys can stay in here so long," Bobby remarked as he got back to work removing the old shower valve from the wall. "Definitely helps to be naked," Derek replied. Bobby looked over at the two men, and that's when he noticed that their cocks were both fully erect. Despite being a short dude, Gus' cock was dark, thick, and long, probably more than seven inches long. Derek's was even bigger, probably a good eight inches, bright red and standing up straight as a flagpole. "So," Bobby said, trying to sound casual, "you guys are both married." "Yup." Derek started to stroke his erection with his large hand. Gus joined in, wrapping his short thick fingers around his own shaft and starting to pump it. "I'm starting to think you're better friends than you claim to be," Bobby said, setting his tools down on the floor and pulling down his boxers to reveal his quickly hardening cock. He massaged his penis as he strolled across the steam room to the two men, who were both grinning as they looked over his body. Derek leaned back against the tile wall behind him, stretching out his body and presenting his huge, rock-hard erection. "Mind if I take care of that?" Bobby asked. It'd been so long since he'd had any kind of sex, and he was eager for the feel of a stiff dick and the taste of cum again. "Sure," Derek replied, also trying to sound casual as he spread his legs apart. Bobby fell to his knees between Derek's legs and plunged the big man's huge rod into his mouth. "Fuck..." Gus mumbled, surprised by the turn of events today's trip to the gym had taken. His eyes closed, Derek breathed loudly and heavily as Bobby sucked ravenously on his cock. Gus reached over and ran his hand up and down Derek wet torso, pausing to pinch his pink nipples, causing Derek to moan. "Yeah, buddy," Gus murmured, masturbating his thick cock with his other hand and staring at the dazed look on his friend's face. "When's the last time you got your cock sucked?" It occurred to Bobby that these guys' wives had probably stopped giving them blowjobs years ago, and so they never passed up a chance to have their dicks serviced, even by a hairy, 280-pound plumber like him. Derek was obviously eager to cum, because it was only a couple of minutes before he groaned, "I'm gonna shoot." "Yeah, buddy," Gus moaned as he jerked on his cock faster while squeezing Derek's thick pecs. "Shoot your cum down his throat." And that was exactly what Derek did. With a shake of his big body, his cock spurted out copious blasts of cum into Bobby's waiting mouth. Bobby quickly swallowed each shot of sperm. He was like a stranded man in a desert finally stumbling across an oasis and getting to gulp down mouthfuls of water. Derek's body went limp as his cock squirted out its last drops of cum. He let his arms fall to his sides and his legs relax until he just sat there, breathing heavily. Bobby pulled his mouth off Derek's softening cock and licked his lips. "That was delicious," he remarked. "Thanks, man," Derek sighed. Suddenly, the door to the steam room opened. Bobby had actually been afraid that someone would walk in while they were in the middle of their hot steam room action, but he also knew that because of the dim lighting, they had time to hide their activity before the person entering could see what was going on inside. "Bobby, you still here?" A familiar voice called out from the door. It was Evan. Still kneeling between Derek's legs, Bobby looked over his shoulder towards the door. "Yeah, Evan. I just got a little side-tracked." Bobby watched as Evan walked across the steam room towards them, revealing that he was naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was a combination of thick muscles and fat, covered in reddish-brown fur, giving him the classic musclebear look. As Evan got close to them, he was greeted by the sight of Gus masturbating while Bobby bent down to give Derek's shaft one final lick. "Oh, I see," Evan said, a big grin spreading across his face. He then unwrapped his towel to expose his pink penis, which was starting to swell with blood. Bobby stood to greet him, and they both reached out to feel each other's furry torsos, their cocks bumping against one another. Meanwhile, Derek, having recovered from his intense orgasm, reached over the grasped Gus' dick with his right hand and started to pump it with his fist. From the surprised look on Gus' face, Bobby could tell that this was the first time that one of them had touched the other's organ. Before this day, they must have just jerked off together in the steam room. Evan looked hungrily into Bobby's eyes. "I want your cock inside me," he whispered. "Fuck, yeah," Bobby murmured, reaching down to massage his own cock to make sure it was as hard as it could get. Evan turned and bent over, placing his palms on the tiled seating next to Derek, presenting his ass to Bobby. Bobby reached down and slid a finger into Evan's asshole, loosening it up in preparation. Derek continued to pump Gus' shaft with his fist, but both men, married and presumably straight, watched in fascination as Bobby withdrew his finger from Evan's ass and replaced it with his stff cock, which he slid into Evan's body with ease. Despite being a burly musclebear, Evan was clearly an experienced bottom. Bobby fucked Evan's ass fervently, eager to blast his load into Evan's body before anyone else happened to enter the steam room. "Yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Evan cried out as Bobby plowed into him. "Fuck..." Gus moaned in amazement, awed by the sight of two large, hairy men fucking just a few feet from him. "Oh fuck, Derek, you're gonna make me cum!" "Fuck, yeah, man," Derek growled, masturbating his friend with growing intensity. "Aaaargh!" Gus yelled out, and jets of thick cum flew from his rod and splattered across the tiled floor in front of him. "Yeah, buddy." Derek continued to pump his friend's cock, milking out every last shot and drop of sperm. "Aw, fuck," Gus moaned as he sank back onto the tiled seat, completely spent. Watching Gus climax pushed Bobby over the edge. With an animal-like growl, he shot his hot sperm into Evan's waiting ass. "Yeah, dude," Evan groaned as he felt his insides being filled with Bobby's juices. Even as Bobby continued to spurt more jizz into Evan, Derek reached over and started stroking Evan's hard cock with his left hand. It only took a few strokes before Evan cried out and shot his load onto the tiled seat below him, his contracting ass muscles sucking out the remaining cum from Bobby's dick. With all four men having shot their loads, Derek held up both hands and gazed at the cum of two men glazing each of them. "I think we're gonna have to do this more often," he sighed. Bobby thrust his cock into Evan a few more times before finally remarking, "I'm afraid I'm not going to have your shower fixed by the time I promised." "That's fine," Evan replied. "I think I can arrange for a complimentary gym membership so you can keep an eye on our plumbing." *** "Fuck, Bobby," I moaned as Bobby finished his story over the phone, "I'm cumming." Fireworks exploded in my head as I shot my cum onto the linoleum floor of my kitchen. At least it would be easy to clean up, I thought. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming, too," Bobby groaned on the other end of the call. He whimpered as he came. "God, I miss you, Bobby," I finally said as our orgasms subsided. "I miss you, too, Sloan," he replied.