Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2023 18:00:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Sloan Cosgrove <thefratbear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear: Chapter 21

"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear" is the sequel to
"Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear," a novel originally
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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"

by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)

Chapter 21: The Replacement

February 2003

"You've seen me answer the phone, so you know what to say," I said just
as the phone on the desk in Kirk's home office began to ring. "Well,
speak of the devil."

"Should I?" Benny asked in his Australian accent, a cute, befuddled
expression on his bearded face.

"Be my guest," I replied.

Benny picked up the phone and spoke into it. "Kirk Robinson's office." He
listened for a little bit. "I'm sorry, Kirk's not in at the moment. Can I
have him call back?"

I gave Benny a thumbs up as he listened and jotted down a number on a
notepad.

"Okay, I'll give him the message." Benny hung up the phone. "How was
that?"

"Good," I replied, "though you'll want to make a record of the call in
the phone log." I pointed to the spiral bound call notebook next to the
phone.

"Oh yeah, duh." Benny looked even more adorable as he grabbed the call
log and jotted a note in it.

He was so adorable that it was difficult to be mad at him even though
he'd basically stolen my job from me. Back in Park City during the
Sundance Film Festival, on that same day that I'd met and fucked Bill the
film journalist, Kirk had met Benny, a 24-year-old former rugby player
and now aspiring screenwriter from a small town in southeast Australia.
Like Kirk, Benny had decided to move to the big city, Sydney, in a
desperate attempt to pursue his filmmaking dreams. He'd spent several
months in menial jobs before deciding to max out his credit card and fly
to Sundance to try to connect with people in the American film industry.

At the festival, Benny had approached Kirk to tell him how much he
identified with CUB and that he had written a screenplay about growing up
as a closeted gay rugby player. Kirk had offered to read the first few
pages of the screenplay and was blown away by Benny's writing. That led
to Kirk being blown by Benny, and to Kirk fucking Benny. In fact, it was
almost the same thing that had happened to Kirk and me that night we met
at the CUB wrap party.

I couldn't blame Kirk for wanting to replace me with Benny as his writing
assistant. After all, I'd been working for Kirk for over a year, and
during that time I'd never shown any interest in writing my own script. I
hadn't even come up with an idea for one. I'd only helped Kirk develop
his BASHER screenplay and give him my thoughts on his other story ideas.
And to be honest, screenwriting didn't seem to be my thing. The biggest
thing I learned while working as Kirk's assistant was that I hated
dealing with producers, agents, and studio execs. I hated the business
side of the industry. I just wanted to watch and enjoy the movies.

Then Benny came along. Benny, who spent his life dreaming of making
movies, never thinking he would ever get the chance to even travel to the
United States, let alone get a job in the industry. And now here he was,
working for Kirk, who was quickly becoming one of the hottest new
screenwriters in Hollywood, and who was interested in helping Benny get
his own autobiographical screenplay produced.

And it certainly didn't hurt that Benny was a thick-bodied, almost
sickeningly cute cub with dirty blond hair, bright blue eyes, a killer
smile, and an endearingly scruffy beard. He was a couple of inches
shorter than me and probably about 40 pounds lighter. He was like if
Paddington Bear were an Australian human. When I'd told my roommate Gabe,
himself a former rugby player, about Benny, Gabe first expressed his
condolences for losing my job, but then he joked about how rugby players
were better at sex.

After Kirk informed me at Sundance that he wanted to hire Benny as his
new assistant, but that it would mean I'd lose my job, he said he'd pay
me for another month so that I'd have time to look for work while also
letting Benny shadow me for a few days to learn how to do the job. I did
end up telling Kirk that night about how I'd lied about going to the
screening and that instead I'd had dinner with Bill before blowing and
fucking him. Kirk reacted with relief, saying that he was happy that I
was having fun at Sundance. He still felt guilty for the rest of our time
at the festival, letting me fuck him hard every night we were there.

After Sundance, Benny had flown home to Sydney and spent the last few
weeks packing up his life in Australia. He purged most of his belongings
and arrived in L.A. with a couple of suitcases and a trunk. He'd managed
to rent a studio apartment in Koreatown not too far from Kirk's home.

Now it was the last Wednesday of February, I still hadn't found another
job, and it was Benny's first day of shadowing me as I went about my day
at Kirk's home office. He and I would work together through Friday, and
then I'd hand over the keys to him, so to speak, after which I'd
officially be unemployed.

"I've been in a bit of a daze for the past few weeks," Benny admitted to
me when he first arrived that morning. "Still unsure whether it's all
real." He'd appeared at Kirk's door in a dress shirt that hugged his
broad chest, a tie that seemed to strangle his thick neck, and a navy
blue blazer.

He was especially nervous because Kirk wasn't there to greet him on his
first day. CUB had been picked up at Sundance by an indie distributor,
and the distributor had just happened to schedule a meeting on that
morning with Kirk, producer Troy, director Todd, and others to discuss
their plans for marketing and releasing the film.

So there was Benny, arriving for his first day at work dressed like a
Young Republican, and the only person there to meet him was the guy whose
job he'd taken. One of the first things he did when he stepped inside the
house was to thank me for showing him the ropes. "I know you didn't have
to, and you'd have every right to be utterly pissed at me."

He looked so cuddly and lost that I couldn't help but grin at him. "Don't
worry about it," I replied. "I was thinking about getting another job,
anyway." That was a lie, but I figured there was no sense in making him
feel bad about getting his dream job.

I spent the morning showing him around Kirk's home and office, teaching
him how to use the phone, and showing him how to take notes and schedule
meetings. It was noon by the time Benny had finally taken that first
phone call himself.

"So now what?" he asked once he'd finished making a note of the call in
the phone log.

"I think we can just hang out while we wait for Kirk. He probably won't
be back for another hour."

I saw Benny run a finger under the collar of his dress shirt, his
too-tight tie practically strangling his thick neck.

"So Kirk tells me that you used to play rugby."

"Yes," he answered, brightening up. "Did you play, too?"

"No, no. Football was my sport."

He reacted with a confused look. "You look a little big for football."

I realized that he thought I meant soccer. "No, no, American football."

"Ah, I see."

"So why'd you quit?"

"I injured my back," he answered, looking wistful. "Can't ever play
again."

"That's too bad." And I did feel bad for him. "My roommate played rugby
in college. He's even bigger than me."

"Size does matter." Benny laughed, then tugged at his collar again.

"You don't look very comfortable in that," I said, gesturing to his
semi-formal get-up.

"I thought I should dress professionally."

"Let me let you in on a secret," I replied. "If you want to be a
professional screenwriter, you have to dress down. In this town they
don't trust screenwriters who dress too fancy."

Benny cocked an eyebrow skeptically. "Is that true?"

"I've seen Kirk go to a meeting with a producer dressed in sweatpants."

Benny laughed out loud, clearly picturing that in his head. He then took
off his blazer, then struggled to loosen his tie, which seemed to be
stuck around his neck.

"Here, let me help you with that." I stepped up to him and worked on the
knot of his tie with my fingers. Once I managed to loosen the knot, I was
able to slip the tie off of him. I'd noticed that he'd left the top
button of his shirt unbuttoned. "Hah, I see I'm not the only one who can
never get that top one buttoned."

He grinned adorably. "The common plight of the thick-necked brute."

I smiled, pulled his shirt tails out of his slacks, and started
unbuttoning his shirt, working my way down his burly torso until it was
completely unbuttoned. Instead of removing the shirt, though, he just
stood there gazing into my eyes. I realized that he wanted me to undress
him. I slid the shirt off his shoulders and down his thick arms. He was
wearing a white tank top underneath. He nodded at me and raised his arms,
and I pulled his tank top off him to fully expose his amazing torso.

Benny had massive shoulders and pecs on top of a meaty but not fat belly,
definitely the body of an athlete. His torso was almost completely smooth
and hairless except for a dusting of chest hair and a coat of fur on his
muscular forearms. I ran my hand over his pecs, which bounced under my
touch.

"I see you've managed to keep yourself in shape," I murmured.

"Thank you," he replied. "Though I've never seen myself as very fit."

"Oh, believe me, you're fit," I said, smiling.

I unbuckled his belt, undid his pants, and pushed them and his underwear
down to reveal his dangling uncut penis and thick, hairy legs. He kicked
off the rest of his clothes until he was standing completely naked before
me. I stepped back to get a good look up and down his body. As I did, I
saw his dick twitching and beginning to grow.

"Has Kirk gotten to taste your cum, yet?" I asked.

Benny looked a little shock at my bluntness. "Uh, no. No, he has not." He
then reached down and rubbed his swelling cock with his hand. "Would you
like to?"

"Don't mind if I do."

I dropped to my knees and immediately swallowed his cock, which within
seconds was fully hard in my mouth. I reached around and placed my hands
on his big, round, hairy ass and started sucking excitedly on his stout
rod.

"Jesus, mate..." was all he could moan in response to my expert
ministrations on his penis. I got the feeling that he was unaccustomed to
such sexual attention from a man's mouth back home in Australia.

Benny thrust his hips slowly as I continued to blow him, and I could
swear that I could taste his precum seeping out onto my tongue. His
breathing became heavier, and he started to grunt. He placed a strong
hand on top of my head and began to fuck my mouth more fervently.

I moved my hands to the front of his body, running them up and down his
hefty chest and stomach, which were becoming slick with sweat.

"I'm going to cum," Benny groaned.

My fingers moved up to his pecs, and I pinched his nipples. He let out a
loud grunt as his cock throbbed in my mouth, and his jizz poured down my
throat in streams.

"Yes, yes, yessss," he moaned as he came, his mighty legs trembling.
"Thank you."

I smiled as I continued to swallow the sperm pumping out of his
still-pulsing cock into my mouth. When he finished cumming, he let out a
deep sigh, and his whole brawny body seemed to relax.

I stood and looked at his cute, sweaty face. He opened his eyes, and they
seemed to sparkle. We both leaned into each other, and we engaged in a
deep, passionate kiss, the taste of his cum fresh on my lips.

I smiled as we pulled apart. "Your cum is delicious."

"I think that's the first time anyone has said that to me," he replied,
looking flattered. "Well, I've shown you what I've got. Now it's your
turn."

Benny reached down and pulled off my sweatshirt, then proceeded to
undress me just as I had done to him. He didn't stop until I was just as
naked as he was, my dick standing fully erect before me. Benny eyes
widened at the sight of it, seemingly impressed by its size.

"Jesus, I need to have that in me," he declared.

He turned and placed his palms on the desk in Kirk's home office. He
leaned over slightly and presented his beautiful round, ample ass to me.
Kirk had told me that this burly, brutish former rugby athlete was an
enthusiastic bottom, and now here was the proof.

"Fuck me, Sloan," Benny demanded.

"You don't have to ask twice," I quipped, lubing up my pole and moving
behind him.

"Fuuuuuuck," Benny growled happily as I slid my large, hard cock into his
body. I could tell that his ass had been home to many massive cocks, and
he absolutely loved it.

"You're one hot cub," I said as I thrust my slick shaft into his ass over
and over, enjoying plunging my cock repeatedly into the warmth and
moistness of his insides.

He was enjoying it just as much as me, judging from the animalistic
grunts and growls of delight that poured from his mouth as I fucked him.
I could see a sheen of sweat developing on his broad, muscular back,
which tensed and relaxed with each of my thrusts. Benny was the type of
guy who liked to move his body as his ass was being violated, even
shoving his ass against my pumping cock, forcing me to plunge deeper into
his body.

I looked down at my belly slamming against his plump, hairy, perfect ass
each time I shoved my penis deep into him. I felt like I could become
hypnotized by the sight.

"Cum inside me," Benny groaned, his Australian accent still managing to
be pronounced. "I want to feel you spurting into me."

"Yeah," I grunted in return. "I'm gonna shoot my sperm so deep in you."

"Give it to me. Give me your cum." He was practically begging for it at
this point.

I ran my hands all over his body as I felt my climax nearing. I felt his
thick, beefy biceps, which tensed as I fucked him. I ran my hands down
his sweaty back, then reached around him to squeeze his thick but taut
belly. I loved the feel of his body.

As I barreled towards my orgasm, I moved my hands up to his chest,
squeezing his meaty pecs as I fucked his ass hard and fast.

"Ahhhh!" he cried out as I assaulted his ass with a barrage of thrusts.

Then I cried out, too, as my cock exploded in his ass. I hadn't actually
cum in several days, and the first volley of sperm that I blasted into
Benny's ass was so powerful that it seemed like it might shoot through
his body and come spraying from his mouth.

"Oh god," he groaned ecstatically, "it's splashing inside me."

I growled as I continued to blow my load deep into his guts. He gyrated
his hips and ass, still wanting to feel my erupting cock sliding in and
out of him. I filled Benny with so much of my hot jizz that some of it
came flowing out of his ass, dripping over both of our balls and onto the
hardwood floor at our feet.

When it was all over, we stood there, my penis still buried in his ass,
my sperm still drizzling out of his body onto the floor. We both panted
heavily, exhausted by the intensity of our fucking.

"I hope you're going to clean that up." We were startled by the familiar
teasing Southern drawl.

We looked over to find Kirk in the doorway of the office, his pants down
around his ankles, pumping his hard cock in his fist. He must have been
watching us and jerking off for a while, because he suddenly closed his
eyes, threw back his head, and let out a loud grunt. Ropes of thick cum
shot from his dick, splattering across the floor in front of him. His
whole body shook as he created a bigger mess on the floor than we had.

His chest heaving, he opened his eyes and saw Benny and me gawking at him
in astonishment. Kirk grinned. "Okay, fellas, we should probably get back
to work."