Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2024 17:23:58 +0000 (UTC)
From: Sloan Cosgrove <thefratbear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear: Chapter 45

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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"

by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)

(Warning: This chapter contains scenes of incest.)

Chapter 45: The New Guard

May 2010

"This view is incredible," my Dad said in awe, marveling at the sight of
downtown L.A. from the balcony of my new apartment.

I'd been thinking of moving into a new place for ages, and when I
received yet another big pay raise at HartBPM at the end of 2009, I
decided that it was time to finally start looking for a more upscale
place to live. This time I knew where I wanted to move: Koreatown. I
could be close to several fantastic Korean restaurants as well as my
favorite concert venue in the city, the Wiltern Theatre. There were also
several Metro stops in the area, and the prospect of hopping on a subway
to get to and from work in fifteen minutes was very appealing.

But most appealing of all was being within walking distance of several
Korean spas. And that's why I settled on a new luxury high-rise apartment
building on Wilshire Boulevard a few blocks east of the Wiltern Theatre.
The building had just been completed at the end of 2009 and was only
half-leased.

That's how I ended up with a beautiful two-bedroom apartment on the
seventeenth floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a balcony facing
east towards downtown. By the end of March, I had moved in and was ready
to show off my new life as the type of business professional who lived in
a sleek, modern urban apartment 200 feet over the city.

After showing off the apartment to my local buddies-- Gabe, Dylan,
Reggie-- my next priority was to invite my Dad to visit. He was 58 years
old and eyeing retirement in a few years, but he was still busy as ever
with his contractor work, and he'd somehow never come to Los Angeles to
see me. I couldn't really complain, though, not when I hadn't been home
to Texas to visit him since I moved out West nearly nine years earlier.

I knew that back then Dad had thought moving to L.A. was a mistake, and
it didn't help that he basically supported me financially during my
first six months. He'd been happy when I was finally hired by HartBPM
full time, and his pessimism lessened with each job promotion. It wasn't
until I could afford to pay $3,500 a month for an apartment that he was
finally convinced that I was doing well.

I'd hoped to fly him out to celebrate my 31st birthday in April, but he
was finishing a construction project, and the earliest he could visit me
was in May. And he could only stay for a weekend.

Even though it'd been nine years since I'd seen my Dad in person, we'd
emailed each other photos so that we could see how we were aging over the
years. I had seen his hair getting grayer with each passing year, his
beard getting fuller and his belly getting rounder even though he'd
joined a gym a few years early in an effort to maintain his weightlifter
physique. I saw it as kind of a preview of how I'd look in about 30
years.

Still, it was a bit of a shock to finally see him in person when I picked
him up at the airport. My Dad was now a full-on daddy bear, looking like
Santa if Santa had really gotten into powerlifting. Despite his imposing
frame, he looked supremely uncomfortable standing at the curb. He
definitely did not look like he belonged in Los Angeles.

Dad was impressed by everything about my apartment. He was impressed with
the sleek, art deco-style lobby. He was impressed that there was always a
security guard watching over the entrance to the building. He was
impressed by the long elevator ride up to the seventeenth floor. And he
was impressed by the size of my apartment, which was technically larger
than our house back in Cicero where I'd grown up. But most of all, he was
impressed by the view of the city from my balcony, where he could see
everything from the Hollywood sign to the skyscrapers of downtown.

I spent the weekend driving Dad around the city, taking him from Santa
Monica to Hollywood to downtown, where I showed him my office at HartBPM,
which was empty for the weekend. I also took him to eat at some of my
favorite restaurants for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. By the end of the
weekend, it seemed like he was considering retiring to Los Angeles.

On Sunday night, I took my Dad to my favorite Korean galbi restaurant on
Olympic Boulevard. He was going to fly back home to Texas the next
morning, and I wanted to send him home with a full belly and a desire to
come back soon.

"Hey, Dad," I said as I signed the credit card receipt for dinner. "I was
thinking about going to a Korean spa a couple of blocks from my place.
You want to join me?"

"A spa?" Dad seemed confused by the idea. I suspected that he'd never
been to a spa in his life.

"Yeah," I said, "I like to go almost every week to relax. Soak in the hot
pools. Sit in the steam room. Sweat in the sauna. This spa even has a
dark room where you can take a nap."

I didn't tell him that this spa, Wilshire Spa, was notorious for the
sheer amount of gay sex that happened there. It was practically a gay
bath house. And yes, I was kind of excited by the idea of my Dad getting
some action there.

"I don't know," he replied. "Do I have to be naked there?"

I chuckled. "Yeah, Dad, it's a Korean spa, so everybody has to be naked."

Dad sighed. "I don't know, son. I'm kind of tired, and I got my flight
tomorrow. But you should go. I'll just watch some TV at your place and
probably turn in early."

"Okay, Dad," I said, masking my disappointment. "Maybe next time."

***

Wilshire Spa was located in the basement of a non-descript office
building on Wilshire Boulevard. I'd visited it a couple of times when I
first started going to Korean spas, but now that I lived within walking
distance of it, I'd been going there almost every week since moving into
my new apartment.

So after dropping Dad off at my apartment so that he could prepare for
his trip home and then settle in for the night, I headed down for the
three-block walk to Wilshire Spa.

"Good evening, Mr. Cosgrove." A gregarious voice called out as I passed
through the lobby. It was the night security guard, Devin, a burly,
bearded bear of a man about my age. He had a head of neatly combed,
reddish-brown hair, a handsome face, and a friendly smile, which I later
learned was typical of people of Icelandic descent like him. "Is your
father still here?"

"Yeah," I answered. No matter how many times Devin called me that, I knew
I'd never get used to being addressed as "Mr. Cosgrove." "He's going to
bed because he's got an early flight home tomorrow, so I'm headed to the
spa for a little bit."

Devin nodded as he opened the front door for me. "Well, have a nice time,
Mr. Cosgrove."

I saw Devin almost every night in the lobby of my building, and he was
always polite. I wondered if he'd let me suck his cock sometime, but I
had no clue about his sexuality, and he was so stiffly formal and
courteous that I didn't feel comfortable asking him something so crass.

By the time I reached the non-descript entrance of Wilshire Spa and
descended the stairs to the huge locker room, my cock was straining
against my pants, so swollen and hard that it hurt. Even though he ended
up not accompanying me, thinking about my Dad getting his cock serviced
by guys at the spa, coupled with my dirty thoughts about Devin the night
security guard, made me horny and eager to empty my balls into a random
bear at the spa.

Unlike Millennium Spa, Wilshire Spa had been around in some form or
another for over 30 years and was definitely showing its age, with
cracked tile in the steam room, a musty smell in the large clay sauna and
redwood dry sauna, and what looked like mold growing in the corners of
the ceiling above the pools.

Since it was literally in a basement, it had the feeling of a cavern, a
feeling that was highlighted by the warm pool, which was constructed out
of fake rocks that made it look like a hidden grotto, complete with
trickling waterfalls. It was actually my favorite pool to relax in at the
spa.

It was also a more traditional spa, providing only hand towels instead of
the full-size bath towels that they had at Millennium. This meant that
every guy was expected to walk around Wilshire Spa completely naked. And
since Wilshire was also a hotbed of gay sex, it often meant that guys
walking around with full-on erections was a common sight.

On this particular night, after soaking in the warm pool for a while, I
was eager to fuck, so even though the steam room and redwood sauna were
full of men exchanging handjobs and blowjobs, I bypassed that action and
headed down a hallway to the most notorious spot in Wilshire Spa: the
dark sleeping room at the end of the hall.

The sleeping room was exactly what it sounded like, a dark room with
sleeping mats laid out around the room where you were supposed to lie
down and take a nap in soothing silence. Of course, I found that almost
no one actually went into the sleeping room to relax, and the room was
almost never silent. In fact, the room was almost always filled with the
sounds of moans, gasps, grunts, and groans as its inhabitants engaged in
all sorts of furtive and not-so-furtive sexual activity, protected by the
darkness as well by the fact that the spa attendants seemed to turn a
blind eye to all of the sex happening there.

The dark sleeping room wasn't entirely dark, though. The entrance to the
room was just an open doorway, so just enough light spilled in from the
hallway to allow you to barely see inside the room once your eyes
adjusted to the dark.

The moment I stepped into the room, I could see a couple of Asian twinks
sixty-nining on a sleeping mat in the shadows to the right of the
doorway. A column conveniently blocked several mats from view of the
doorway, and when I went around the column, I saw a muscled jock giving a
handjob to a pudgy Latino daddy lying on the adjacent sleeping mat.

Then I saw the sleeping mat in the far back corner of the room, where a
huge, chunky young cub was lying on his stomach, his legs spread
slightly, his chubby ass presented to whoever was interested. I'd been
coming here long enough to know that this was a signal that he wanted
someone-- in fact, anyone-- to fuck his ass.

That was exactly what I'd been hoping to find in the sleeping room. I
knelt down between his legs and ran my hand over his smooth, hairless ass
cheeks. The cub shivered from my touch, clearly anticipating having a
cock slid into him. As my fingers glided over his asshole, I found it to
be already slick with lube and someone else's cum. That's when I realized
that he'd already been fucked, perhaps my multiple guys, and he was still
waiting to take another load in his ass.

The thought of fucking an already cum-filled ass made my cock throb and
drip with precum. Without saying a word, I pressed my cock head against
his asshole and smoothly slid the entire length of my erection into the
cub's body. As I sank into him, I laid my big body down on top of his
almost equally massive body. I could hear him let out a sigh of
contentment as he felt my erect cock filling his ass.

The cub's body felt warm and soft beneath me as I began to hump my hips,
gently fucking him with my thick shaft. He moaned with delight as I slid
in and out of him. I'd had these kinds of anonymous encounters at the spa
before, where no words were exchanged and where we never even saw each
other's faces, but never with someone who had a body as thick and burly
as this cub.

Clearly, other guys in the sleeping room had taken notice of what I was
doing to the cub in the dark corner of the room, and the room was filled
with the sounds of men furiously jacking off as they watched me plowing
the cub's ass. I began to increase my thrusts until I was practically
pounding my cock into him.

Since I'd spent the whole evening eager to get off, I was surprised that
I was able to fuck him for several minutes before I felt my orgasm
beginning to wash over me. With a loud grunt, I shoved my cock all the
way into the cub's ass and unloaded thick globs of my hot sperm into his
guts.

The cub suddenly cried out, and I felt the muscles of his ass contracting
around my shaft. I could tell that he was spurting his own cum onto the
sleeping mat beneath him, his climax triggered by the feeling of my jizz
blasting into him.

As my orgasm subsided, I could hear other masturbating men in the
sleeping room gasping and groaning as they shot their loads.

***

I must've had a very satisfied look on my face as I walked into the lobby
of my apartment building after returning from Wilshire Spa, because Devin
the security guard smiled slyly as he looked up from behind the security
desk.

"Enjoy the spa?" he asked, his eyes literally twinkling.

"I got what I needed," I replied as if I were making a confession.

Devin's expression turned even more devilish. "Damn, I was hoping you'd
still be in the mood for some fun."

I was taken aback. In all the dozens of times I'd exchanged greetings
with Devin, this was the first time that he'd ever said anything even
remotely flirtatious. And from the sounds of it, he wanted to downright
get it on with me.

"Well," I responded, "my balls might be empty after the spa, but so is my
ass."

Devin's eyes widened, and he suddenly looked like a cute, over-excited
and eager puppy. "I don't know if we can do anything down here."

I thought a moment. "If you don't mind abandoning your post for a few
minutes, we can go up to my apartment."

"But what about your father?"

Oh yeah, I suddenly remembered that my Dad was up there. "Well, he's
probably already gone to bed. Should be fine as long as we don't cause a
ruckus."

"Good luck with that." Devin grinned as we headed to the elevators.

The moment the elevator doors closed, and we began the ascent to the
seventeenth floor, Devin and I were on each other like wild animals,
smashing our faces together and kissing each other passionately. I
realized that both of us had been harboring fantasies about one another
for weeks, and this was finally the moment when those fantasies were
coming true. Devin and I were both hungry kissers, sucking on each
other's mouths and tongues as our beards scratched against one another.

And then with a ding, the elevator reached the seventeenth floor. We
composed ourselves as the doors opened just in case someone was in the
hallway on the other side.

But of course there was no one there, and Devin mischievously placed a
meaty hand on my ass as I unlocked the door to my apartment. As expected,
the lights were off, and the door to my guest bedroom was closed. My Dad
had almost certainly gone to bed early.

"Dad?" I called out, but there was no response. "Yeah, he's gone to bed,"
I said to Devin, and we immediately went to work removing each other's
clothes. Devin's security guard uniform was almost like a policeman's
uniform, and I eagerly unbuttoned his shirt so that I could get it off
him and finally get a good look at his body.

Devin turned out to have a total musclebear body, with a big, brawny
chest and nice pudgy belly all covered in light fur.

His thick, powerful arms each had large tattoos on both the bicep and
forearm.

And then there was his cock, which was a thick, perfectly straight eight
inches or so. He was fully hard by the time I pulled his pants down past
his furry legs.

Devin seemed to marvel at my body, as well, as he stripped me down until
we were both naked. We kissed again as we embraced each other's bare
bodies.

"Okay, I'm on the clock," Devin finally groaned. "Where should we do
this?"

"Over here," I replied, leading him to the Ikea living room sofa where I
sat when I watched TV. It occurred to me that I'd never had sex on it.
That was about to change.

Well, not technically on in, because Devin intended to bend me over the
back of the sofa and fuck me standing up. It'd been years since someone
had fucked me like that.

"Yeah, you've got a nice fat ass," he whispered as he slapped his hard
cock against my ass. "I've wanted to get inside you since the first time
I saw you."

"Oh god, Devin," I groaned, "I've wanted your cock in me for weeks, too."

I shut up when I felt him press his cock against my asshole and push into
me. As soon as he slid all the way in, he immediately pulled out, and the
pushed in again. He began to fuck me furiously, eager to dump his load in
me as quickly as possible before anyone noticed that he'd abandoned his
security post in the lobby.

Of course, even though I was eager to make him cum, I also wanted to make
this last, cherishing the feeling of his stiff rod pounding in and out of
me. We both grunted as our bodies slammed together over and over,
slapping sounds filling the dark living room as he pummeled my ass.

And that's when I noticed a figure out of the corner of my eye. I looked
over to see my Dad standing in shadows of the guest bedroom doorway. He
was wearing only boxer shorts, showing off the burly chest that had
impressed me since I was a child, now coated in dark gray chest hair. He
was watching me get plowed by the building security guard.

But that wasn't what caught my attention. It was the fact that my Dad had
his stiff penis sticking out of the fly of his boxer shorts, and he was
excitedly jerking off as he watched me getting ass fucked.

Then Devin looked over and saw my Dad masturbating in the doorway, and
Devin reacted with shock and surprise, stopping his thrusting. "Holy
shit! Sorry, Mr. Cosgrove."

"No, it's okay," I said, "keep going."

Devin seemed taken aback for a moment, but then the kinkiness of the
situation seemed to suddenly make him even more horny. He resumed
thrusting his hips, plunging his cock into my ass.

"Dad," I cried out pitifully. I wasn't calling for help; I was calling
him over.

My Dad hesitated at first, but then he left the doorway and walked over
to our thrusting, heaving bodies. He and Devin looked one another in the
eye as my Dad positioned himself in front of my face, his rock hard
erection practically begging to be serviced.

I opened my mouth and enveloped my Dad's dripping cock with my mouth. He
began to moan as I sucked on it hungrily, eager to taste his cum after
having been apart for nearly nine years. I reached up with one of my
hands and ran it over his round stomach and over his burly chest.

The sight of me blowing my own Dad drove Devin over the edge.

"I'm cumming," he growled as he made several quick thrusts before I felt
hot jets of cum blasting into my guts.

By the same token, seeing a musclebear unloading his sperm into me also
triggered my Dad's orgasm.

"Oh, son," he moaned as I sucked hard on his stiff cock until I felt it
pulsing in my mouth, flooding it with his sweet jizz.

My Dad trembled as he came in my mouth, and I swallowed it all down, not
wanting to waste a drop. Devin and my Dad groaned and shook as they both
shot their loads into my body. When they were finally spent, they stood
on either end of me, breathing hard, both their cocks still buried inside
me.

Devin then extended a hand over my body and shook hands with my Dad. "Hi,
I'm Devin."

"Jared," my Dad replied, seemingly oblivious to the strangeness of the
situation, having just spit-roasted his own son with the security guard
of his son's apartment building.

"Nice to meet you, Jared," Devin sighed. "You've got a hell of a son."

"Yeah," my Dad replied. "Now I wish I could stay longer, but I'm flying
home in the morning."

"You'll just have to come back and visit me again soon," I said after
pulling my Dad's dick out of my mouth. "And maybe not save all the fun
for the end of the trip."