Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2023 20:19:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Sloan Cosgrove Subject: Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear: Chapter 7 "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 7: Delivered I arrived in Los Angeles on one of those perfect L.A. July days. Perfect sunshine. Perfect 72 degrees. It was so perfect that I was almost willing to forget about the hour of bumper-to-bumper traffic through the San Gabriel Valley before I even caught my first glimpse of the downtown L.A. skyline. I then crawled through downtown traffic before finally getting off the freeway and making my way through a labyrinth of surface streets. And this was non-rush hour traffic. It was about 4:00 on a Tuesday afternoon when I pulled up to the apartment building on Franklin Avenue in Hollywood. My new roommate Gabe had told me over email that I could park on the street, and he'd get me a clicker for the fenced-in parking lot adjacent to the building. I buzzed Gabe on the intercom and waited at the gated front entrance. The neighborhood looked pretty urban but friendly. I'd seen a coffee shop and a couple of bars a block or two away, and I knew that the Hollywood nightlife was just a 10-minute walk. "Hey there, Sloan." I recognized Gabe's voice from our phone call a couple of weeks earlier. A little bro-ish but friendly, with just a hint of a Jersey Shore accent. He'd mentioned that he was Italian, and I had pictured a compact, muscled, hairy athletic type. That was the reason I was pleasantly surprised to see a gigantic man with a tousled mop of dark brown hair and a scraggly beard bounding down a short hallway to the front gate. Compared to him, I looked like a scrawny weakling. He was a couple of inches taller than me, and with his massively brawny chest and ample stomach that strained his worn Delt sweatshirt, he must've outweighed me by a good 30 pounds. He was an athlete in college, but he'd let his body swell to huge proportions. Slap a flannel shirt and a beanie on him and he could've easily gone out for Halloween as Paul Bunyan. Slap a coat of blue body paint on him and he could've been Babe the Blue Ox. Did I mention that he also looked totally adorable, with a cute, friendly face and bright, inviting eyes? He flashed me a sweet smile as he opened the gate and shook my hand. He seemed surprised by the sight of me, as well. "Oh wow," he exclaimed cheerfully, "you're a big dude, too." "Sure am," I replied. "I think we're gonna get along just fine." The apartment building was one of those post-WWII constructions, a four-story rectangle with a hint of Spanish design, but otherwise blocky and functional, built around a large, central courtyard, with an old elevator that supposedly broke down a lot and stairs leading to a flat rooftop where Gabe told me he hung out a lot to sunbathe or to look at the stars while smoking a joint. As for the apartment itself, it was on the third floor, and upon entering, we were right in the middle of a dining area with a round table for four and a kitchen to the left. Beyond that was a small, carpeted living room with a ragged sofa and basic home entertainment system. To the left of the living room was a Spanish-style archway and a short hallway that led to the two bedrooms. Gabe had a master bedroom that faced the courtyard with its own master bath, while my bedroom faced the back of the building and had a window with a view of the Hollywood and downtown L.A. skylines. Unfortunately, I didn't have my own bathroom and would have to use the guest bathroom in the hallway. For my first real apartment, though, it was perfect. And as I gazed at my new roommate Gabe's hulking, lumbering body and winning smile as he gave me a tour of the apartment, I got the sense that he was going to be the perfect roommate, too. *** "Hey, it starting to look good in here!" I was startled by Gabe's voice behind me as I debated whether to move the used bookshelf I'd found on Craigslist to the other side of the desk I'd also found on Craigslist. It was about 10:00 on a Wednesday night, and Gabe's presence startled me for two reasons. First, it'd been more than a week since I'd moved in, and during that time I'd maybe seen Gabe a half-dozen times in our apartment. That was because in addition to being a barista at a coffee shop a couple of blocks away, he was also an aspiring comedian and actor and was taking nighttime improv classes at a theater down the street on Franklin. As a result, he was pretty much out the door early in the morning and then back home at about this time at night. Meanwhile, I'd been spending the week shopping for furniture and stuff for my room while also starting to look for a job. I'd already gotten a desk, bookshelf, dresser, and a couple of lamps. And I'd ordered a bed and mattress from a local store that was going to be delivered the next day, which meant that I wouldn't have to sleep on the floor for much longer. There hadn't been much overlap in our schedules, so I hadn't seen much of him, and we hadn't gotten the chance to get to know one another, yet. The second reason that Gabe's presence startled me was that when I turned to look at him, I saw that he was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and nothing else. It was the first time I'd seen him shirtless, and I was surprised to see that his body was almost completely hairless despite his Italian heritage. He also had a full-body tan, which I later learned was the result of numerous weekend trips to the beach and occasional sunbathing on the roof of our apartment building. Aside from his smooth body, he otherwise had the body of a chubby bear, with a massive chest and a big belly similar to mine. His athletic past showed in his thick, muscular arms and a hint of developed abs under his belly fat. I could get used to seeing that body around the apartment. Gabe took note of my surprise at his nakedness. "Hope you don't mind," he said, smiling. "I don't usually wear a lot of clothes around the house." "I don't mind," I said, casually turning away to look back at my furniture so he wouldn't think I was gawking at him. "So what do you think. Bookshelf on this side?" Gabe walked up next to me, and I was suddenly hyperaware of how much larger he was than me. He crossed his big arms and contemplated the furniture. "Yeah, move it to the other side," he finally declared. "Here, lemme help." "Thanks," I said as we got on either end of the bookshelf and carried it to the other side of the desk. "By the way, they're delivering my bed tomorrow." "Finally!" he exclaimed as we set down the bookshelf. He took a moment to contemplate its placement with a satisfied nod, then perked up. "Hey, if you're interested and have time, Friday night my improv class is doing a showcase at the theater." "Sure, I'll totally be there." I was curious if I'd ever get to see Gabe's comedy skills in action. "Thanks, buddy." He took another look at how my room was coming together. "Yeah, it's gonna look good in here." *** The following day, temperatures soared into the 90s for the first time since I'd arrived in L.A., and I found myself adopting Gabe's home attire, stomping around the apartment in just a pair of basketball shorts as I waited for my bed to be delivered from the mattress store. It was already late afternoon, and so I took advantage of the time difference between L.A. and Cicero to chat with my Dad on the cordless phone that Gabe had put in the apartment kitchen. I was updating Dad on my as-yet-fruitless job hunt, and he offered to transfer some money to my bank account to keep me afloat for the next few weeks. "I'll find something soon," I said, trying to stay optimistic. "I know you will, son," he replied. "But also don't forget to have some fun. You're a California boy now." We were interrupted by the loud buzz of the intercom box next to the front door. "Hey, I think my bed's here." "Love you, Sloan," my Dad said, sounding morose. "I love you, too, Dad," I replied. "I'll call you this weekend." I went to the intercom box and pressed the button on the left as Gabe had demonstrated to me when I moved in. "Yeah?" A garbled voice came through the speaker. "Hey, it's Jorge and Henry with a delivery from the Sleep Store." "Yeah, lemme buzz you in. Unit 302 on the third floor." I pressed the button on the right to unlock the building's front gate. I opened the door and went out to stand at the railing overlooking the central courtyard. I could see the elevator on the other side of the courtyard. A couple of minutes later, I heard the elevator ding, and the doors opened to reveal the two delivery guys crammed inside with a cart holding a mattress, box spring, and bed frame. They cursed at one another as they struggled to get everything out of the elevator car. I waved to them from across the courtyard. "Over here, guys." I pointed to my right to direct them to the shortest route around the balcony walkway that encircled the courtyard and lead to my apartment. I saw that the two delivery men, both dressed in short sleeve dark gray coveralls and looking absolutely miserable in the heat, could both be categorized as bears, but otherwise were almost complete physical opposites. Jorge was a short, stout Latino with a wide, fireplug body, hipster eyeglasses, bushy eyebrows, a thick head of dark hair, and an even thicker full beard that covered half of his face. He seemed to be about 30. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Henry was a tall, middle-aged, dark-skinned burly Black bear with a round, friendly face covered in stubble, large arms, and a big, soft chest and belly. He looked like he might have been a former football player. They looked almost like a modern-day Laurel and Hardy as they bickered while struggling to get the loaded cart around corners. "I told you we should've made two trips," Henry grumbled in a deep voice as they neared my door. "Let's just get this over with and clock out," Jorge responded, just as grumpy. "I'm sweatin' balls out here." They stopped and looked at me, and for a moment it seemed like they were both taking a moment to check out my half-naked body. "You Sloan?" Henry finally asked. "I certainly hope so," I replied. I stood aside as they lifted the pieces of the bed frame off the cart and carried them into the apartment. As they passed by me, Jorge gave me kind of a sarcastic smile and brushed my bare stomach with his arm. I smiled back at him. "My bedroom's back this way," I continued as I led them through the apartment to the hallway that led to the bedrooms. "Sorry it's so stifling in here. We've been talking about installing an air conditioner." "Just move here?" Henry asked as they set the bed frame down on the floor of my room. "Yeah," I answered. "From Texas. Just got out of college last month." "Cool, cool." Henry looked around the room, then looked at me, standing there in just my basketball shorts. "Well, you're already dressed like a native." I laughed. "Yeah, well, this is my first L.A. heatwave." I gestured at their coveralls. "Sucks that they make you wear those even on days like this." Jorge sighed. "Well, it's our last delivery. You mind if we get comfortable while we work?" He started to unzip the front of his coveralls, revealing a broad, hairy, caramel-colored chest. "Oh, be my guest," I replied with a big grin. "Whatever helps." Jorge unzipped all the way down to his waist and pulled down the top of his coveralls, wriggling his thick arms out of the sleeves until his entire stocky torso was naked. "Damn, that feels good." He stretched his fat arms as he stood shirtless in the middle of my bedroom. He then turned to a smirking Henry. "Let me get you." He reached up and unzipped Henry's coveralls and helped him pull his muscular arms out of the sleeves until Henry was also standing there with the upper half of his burly body fully exposed. "Guess we should get started on this," Henry remarked casually as he reached down to pick up a large piece of the bed frame, the muscles in his arms rippling. "Let me go get you something to drink," I said, wanting to duck out of there before the erection rising in my basketball shorts became too obvious. *** "Thanks, guys, this looks great." I walked into my bedroom just in time to see Henry and Jorge placing the box spring and mattress on top of my now fully assembled bed. They were both still bare-chested, and sweat had dripped down their torsos and soaked the coveralls pulled down and bunched around their ample waists, darkening the fabric. "Well, I think that's just about it," Henry said, wiping sweat from his brow and chugging the rest of the bottled water I'd brought him earlier. "So this is your last delivery of the day?" I asked, casually rubbing my bare belly with my hand. "Yup," Jorge replied, "we got nowhere to be." "Maybe you'd like to hang out here a little longer." I smiled. Henry smirked, then nodded. "I think we can do that." "For sure," Jorge added, then reached out and ran his hands over Henry's big, sweaty belly. Watching this made it impossible for me to stop my cock from hardening, making the front of my basketball shorts poke out several inches. Henry noticed and smirked. "You look like you want to join in." "I think it's time for your tip," I quipped as I walked up to them. I fell to my knees in front of Henry and unzipped his coveralls the rest of the way down to his crotch. His chocolate brown half-hard cock flopped out and quickly stiffened to a full eight inches as he took the coveralls completely off. He stood there naked before me like a statue of thick god, his erect penis pointed directly at my face. I quickly engulfed his cock with my mouth and went to town on it, sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. "Oh, maaaan," Henry moaned as I placed my hands on his ass, holding him in place as I moved my entire head back and forth over his pole. "Yeah, suck it, dude," Jorge uttered, then he buried his face in Henry's big, fuzzy chest, licking the sweat off his nipples and pecs. "You're gonna make me shoot," Henry groaned, then he placed his hands on my head and gently pulled me off his dick. He gestured to Jorge. "I want to see the two of you suck each other." Still on my knees, I turned to Jorge, and just as I had with Henry, I unzipped his coveralls the rest of the way and helped him shed them completely until his stout, hairy, naked body was looming over me. His six-inch uncut cock was already fully hard, dark purple, and practically throbbing. I took Jorge's erection into my mouth and sucked on it lovingly as he moaned loudly. He placed a paw-like hand on top of my head as he started to fuck my mouth at a steady pace. Henry stood next to us, slowly and deliberating stroking his large cock as he watched me blowing his co-worker. I finally stopped and stood, revealing a dark spot on the front of my shorts from the copious precum leaking from my almost painfully hard cock pressing against the polyester fabric. I pulled off my shorts to free my cock and just stood there. I admit it, I wanted to pose a bit and let Henry and Jorge admire my big, naked body before we continued. "Bet you played football," Henry said, nodding in appreciation. "So did I." "I figured," I replied, massaging my cock until I squeezed out a dollop of precum that dripped onto my carpet. "Am I gonna get to taste that?" Jorge asked. "Absolutely." I placed my hands on Jorge's chest and pushed him back onto the newly assembled bed. "Lie back." Jorge did as he was told, laying his short, stocky body down on the bare mattress. With his big, thick beard, he looked like a dwarf from The Lord of the Rings, only Mexican and bespectacled. "You want to keep your glasses on?" I asked. "I like to see everything." He then jokingly opened his mouth wide like a baby bird waiting to be fed. I obliged, climbing onto the mattress on top of him on all fours so that my face was over his stiff erection, and my own dripping cock dangled over his hungry, waiting mouth. We were in a classic sixty-nine position. I lowered the head of my dick to Jorge's face, and he eagerly took it into his mouth and began sucking on it enthusiastically, sending shivers through my body. I then swallowed his cock again, enjoying the flavor of it as I bobbed my head up and down over his crotch. As Jorge and I blew each other in perfect synchronicity, moving together like a well-oiled machine, both of us moaning and grunting in unison, I soon became aware of a wet, slippery sensation on my asshole. I realized that Henry was fingering my opening with thick, lube-covered fingers, prepping me for his hefty cock. Henry leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I'm gonna fuck you now." I would've responded with a hearty "Fuck yeah," but I didn't want to take Jorge's delicious penis out of my mouth. Instead, I just let out a loud, enthusiastic grunt of approval. Henry climbed onto the bed and knelt behind me. With Jorge still energetically sucking my cock, Henry gripped me by the sides, pressed the head of his cock against my lubed asshole, and smoothly pushed the entire length of his thick rod deep into my ass. I let out a muffled squeal of delight and sucked harder on Jorge's dick to stifle it. I felt his body shudder from the sensation. I clamped my hands on his ass, pressing a couple of my fingers into his ass. He thrust his hips up in response, fucking my mouth again. Henry's athletic past began to show itself as he started to pound my ass with steady, powerful thrusts of his wide hips, burying his pole over and over again in my body. "God damn, your ass feels so fucking good," he snarled loudly. I wanted to respond that it was probably nothing compared to the feeling of his immense cock jackhammering my ass, but as I mentioned before, my mouth was full. And it was about to get even fuller. I heard Jorge moaning louder as he started to suck on my cock with even more vigor, and his penis began to swell in my mouth. He was about to blow his load, and that knowledge sent me over the edge. Jorge and I both quaked and let out muffled cries into each other's crotches as our cocks simultaneously pumped bountiful loads of sperm into each other's mouths. Both of our organs throbbed and pulsed, and I swallowed his tasty cum with each spurt, wanting to gulp down every drop. Meanwhile, I could tell that Jorge was letting my juice collect in his mouth. He wanted me to fill his mouth to the brim with my sperm. "Aw, fuck, I can feel you cumming," Henry groaned as my asshole clamped down on his thrusting cock. "You're gonna make me shoot." He started to increase his thrusts, plowing my ass mercilessly. I took my mouth off Jorge's cock and let out a loud, primal growl. "Yeah, that's right, boy, you grunt like a pig. I'm gonna fill you up with my cum." "Fuck yeah!" I finally got to cry out. Henry suddenly reared up, throwing his head back, and continued to thrust into my ass as his cock swelled and then started shooting his hot cum into me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I felt his jizz coating the walls of my ass. I felt my own cock pulse a few more times in Jorge's mouth, and he responded by continuing to suck on it eagerly. "Oh man," Henry sighed as his body convulsed a few more times, his balls emptying the last of its load into my body. Then I heard him casually say, "Oh, hey there." I looked up to see a visibly stunned Gabe, still dressed from his barista job, filling the doorway, his jaw hanging open. He was still trying to make sense of the sight of his 300-pound roommate hunched over a naked Mexican cub while a massive, sweaty Black bear had his cock deep in my ass, having just filled it with cum. "Uh, hi, Gabe," I said sheepishly. "So what do you think of my new bed?" Gabe stared at us blankly, then his whole body started shaking as he let out a hearty laugh. With his cock still buried in me, Henry also started shaking as a deep laugh bellowed out of him. Jorge finally pulls his mouth off my dick and remarked, "Hey, what's going out up there?" I had to admit, the whole situation was pretty funny.