Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2023 20:29:02 +0000 (UTC) From: Sloan Cosgrove Subject: Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear: Chapter 8 "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 8: Smoking It was a balmy Friday night, and I'd just seen my roommate Gabe perform in his comedy theater and school's monthly showcase. It had been a 90-minute live show made up of a combination of scripted sketches and improv situations. Now I was standing on the sidewalk outside the improv theater on Franklin Avenue, waiting to walk back to our apartment with him. Prior to the show, I'd been anxious about the very real possibility that Gabe might not be good. I was dreading the feedback I'd have to give him after the show. Fortunately, he turned out to be hilarious, demonstrating some real comic talent as well as a quick improvisational mind. He'd been performing with about a half-dozen fellow comedy students as well as a couple of alumni who'd already gone on to established comedy careers, including a middle-aged comedienne I recognized from movies where she always played a ditzy blonde. Naturally, Gabe often took on the role of the stoner or the big fat party animal in the sketches, and he excelled in the part, giving off a real Belushi vibe. He'd relaxed as the night went on, letting his natural Jersey accent come through, especially when he was being boisterous. Before the show, things had been a little awkward between us because we still hadn't had a chance to discuss what happened the previous evening, when Gabe walked in on me and the two furniture delivery bears just as we were blowing our loads into each other's orifices on my new bed. Gabe seemed to be amused by it all, but even though he'd assured me before I moved in that he was totally fine with having a gay roommate, I'm sure he never expected to have such scenes of debauchery happening right before his eyes. "So, how'd I do?" Gabe asked. I looked up to see his huge frame lumbering out the front door of the theater. He'd cleaned himself up for tonight's showcase by shaving down his scraggly beard to a stubble that covered his lower face and neck. It made him look like more like the frat boy he used to be. "Oh man, you were great," I answered, relieved that I didn't have to lie. "I think you have a real future in this." "Sweet." He was beaming as we started the four-block stroll back to our apartment. "I was hoping you'd say that." He let out a deep, cathartic sigh. "I was so fucking nervous. I felt like I was leaving my body the whole time." Now that he was relaxed, his Jersey accent was becoming distinct. "Yeah, I'd be terrified to get up there and perform." "I'm gonna need to smoke a joint when we get home," he declared. "You wanna join me?" "Absolutely," I replied. It'd been ages since I'd gotten stoned back in the Delt House, but I'd always found it a good way to bond with new friends. *** Gabe expelled a big cloud of marijuana smoke as he let out a boisterous laugh and exclaimed, "God damn, Sloan, you're a real slut!" He then took a long toke on the joint in his hand. We were on the roof of our apartment building, lounging under the stars in a pair of lawn chairs. We'd spent the last half an hour passing joints back and forth as we regaled each other with stories about our lives, getting to know each other better. Oh, and we were both wearing only our boxer shorts, enjoying the warm night air. Refreshingly for me, it didn't feel sexual at all, even though I spent most of the time admiring Gabe's massive, nearly naked body and adorable face. We were just two dudes hanging out and smoking pot. Gabe had just spent quite a bit of time lamenting the end of his four-year relationship with his girlfriend Krista. It'd been so serious that for the last three years, they'd lived together in this very apartment. But earlier in the year they'd started drifting apart, especially after Krista got a high-paying marketing job while Gabe was still stuck serving coffee to aspiring actors and comedians. And then Gabe decided to become one of those aspiring actors and comedians. They finally decided that their lives were drifting in completely different directions. It'd been the longest romantic relationship he'd ever had. "And to be honest," Gabe sighed, rubbing his big belly with his paw-like hand. "I've put on a lot of weight the past year. That might've had something to do with it." "Well," I responded, "speaking as a fellow fat guy and connoisseur of dudes' bodies, I think you're totally hot just the way you are. Hey, I'd fuck you." Gabe chuckled. "Thanks, man. Though I'm starting to think you'll fuck anything with a dick and a pulse." "Fair observation." I grinned. "So tell me the truth, was last night's... adventure a common occurrence for you?" That was my cue. "Hope you've got some time," I joked, taking a puff on the joint, then proceeding to blow his mind with stories of some of my adventures growing up. He was especially shocked by how much sex I'd had with my frat brothers in the Delt House. After talking for a solid twenty minutes, I closed with my story of being gang banged by twenty Delts and football players, which prompted his declaration that I was a slut, a designation that I couldn't deny. "Damn, nothing like that ever happened at my frat." Gabe shook his head in disbelief. "Or at least I don't think it did. I guess we just didn't have anyone like you in my house." "What? Gay or a slut?" "Both," he replied, and we both laughed. He passed the joint to me. "But seriously, not all of those guys were gay, were they?" "Not at all," I replied, taking a quick puff. "Actually, I'd say at most only a quarter of them were gay or bi. The rest were straight dudes who just needed to get off. And let me tell you, I'm exceedingly good at getting guys off." "Hah, I don't doubt it," Gabe said in wonder, and then he casually reached down and adjusted his crotch. "What does your Dad think about all that?" In my light-headed and stoned state, I opened my mouth and was about to blurt out that my Dad had filled both my mouth and my ass with his cum, but I caught myself and decided to be euphemistic about it. "My Dad is... fine with it." I felt my cock started to stiffen in my boxers, turned on both by the sight of Gabe with his hand on his crotch and by the memory of the look on my Dad's face as he ejaculated in my ass. I was afraid that the tent forming in my shorts would become too obvious. But then Gabe withdrew his hand from his crotch and scratched his chest. He probably thought it wouldn't be visible in the dark of the night, but we'd been out on the roof for so long that my eyes had adjusted to the dark, and I could clearly see a tent in his boxers even bigger than mine. "I bet you haven't gotten your rocks off since Krista moved out," I remarked. "And you'd be right," he replied sadly. "Been too busy with work and the theater. And of course there's the matter of..." He slapped his lovably fat, hairless belly with his hand. I took a puff on the joint and then handed it back to him. "So in all seriousness, you do know I'd be totally happy to blow you. All you have to do is ask." "Would you?" Gabe didn't even seem very fazed by my offer. He just cocked his head to the side as if he were contemplating it, then started giggling. "Sorry, I'm stoned." "Well, obviously." I enjoyed the sight of his round belly jiggling from his laughter. After several seconds, he managed to suppress his giggling and then shrugged his big shoulders. "Sure, I think I'd like that." He puffed on the joint and then set it down on an ashtray next to his chair. On any other night, I would've sprung out of my chair and pounced on him, but being truly stoned at this point, I lazily pushed myself up and stumbled the few steps over to him, kneeling next to him. "I have to warn you, I'm pretty big," Gabe murmured, sounding just as stoned. "Like the rest of you, obviously," I quipped as I ran my hand down his smooth, meaty chest and large stomach. I then yanked on the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down past his impressively beefy thighs to reveal a spectacular, perfectly-formed nine-inch erection that stood completely upright. "Jesus Christ," I mumbled in awe of its size and proportions, "that's impressive." "Thanks," he replied, sounding just a little bit embarrassed. I helped him pull off his shorts entirely and dropped them on the chair between his legs. I looked up and down his completely naked body reclined on the lawn chair, appreciating how thick every part of his body was, including the veiny shaft of his penis. I ran my fingers up and down its surface, admiring its sheer length and girth. He shivered from the touch. "So you've never..." I murmured. "Not with a guy, no," he answered, exhaling deeply. I wanted to take my time with Gabe. I ran a finger around the rim of his cockhead, and he responded with a full-body shudder. His dick pulsed, squeezing out drops of clear precum. With my finger, I smeared it around until the tip of his cock was coated and glistening. "Please, Sloan," he groaned, "suck me." "Let's see how much of this I can fit in my mouth." Placing one hand on his belly and wrapping the fingers of my other hand around the base of his erection, I engulfed the wet head of his cock with my mouth and slid my lips down the length of his shaft. "Aw, bro," Gabe groaned as I swallowed as much of his rod as I could before his cockhead bumped the back of my throat. He clutched the edges of the lounge chair with his hands in a death grip. I felt his tree trunk-thick legs tensing up, and his toes curled into tight balls. "That's it, Sloan. Suck that dick." As I soon discovered, Gabe was the very talkative type when he was being pleasured. He provided continuous feedback and encouragement as I slid his penis in and out of my mouth and pumped on the base with my hand. "Oh fuck, Sloan, that feels so fucking good," he moaned. "That's it, keep going. Oh god, you're gonna make me cum. Oh fuck, not yet!" I'd been sucking his cock for barely half a minute when his massive body suddenly heaved up. "Fuck, I'm sorry, I'm cumming!" he cried out as his huge cock pulsed in my mouth, blasting a thick shot of cum so powerful that it hit the back of my throat and momentarily made me gag. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He seemed to apologize with each volley of sperm that he shot down my throat. His huge frame sank back into the lounge chair as his orgasm subsided. He gradually loosened his grip on the edges of his chair as he took several deep breaths and then let out a long, heavy growl that turned into a sigh. "Aw, man, I'm sorry, dude. I thought I'd last longer." With his hard dick still in my mouth, I swallowed the last of his spunk. I then pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up at his endearingly apologetic face with a grin. "Are you kidding? I'm flattered I made you cum so fast." I stood and pulled my already dripping erection out of the fly of my boxer shorts. "Oh wow," Gabe remarked, "you've got a big one, too. I had no idea." I realized that when he'd walked in on my three-way the previous day, my cock had been buried in Jorge's mouth and was already softening after my orgasm. This was the first time Gabe was seeing it at full mast. "Well, let's see who's bigger," I said playfully as I lifted a leg and planted it on the other side of the lawn chair so that I was straddling him. I lowered myself so that I was seated on his powerful thighs, practically sitting on his lap facing his naked body. I was now in an optimal position to compare our cocks. I pressed mine against his still-stiff erection and wrapped my hand around both shafts to hold them together. His was still obviously longer and thicker. "You got me beat," I said. "By a good half-inch. I have to say, I've serviced probably over a hundred dicks in my lifetime, and yours is probably the biggest I've ever seen." "Too bad it's no help in getting me a date," Gabe sighed in reply. "I don't think people would appreciate it if I walked around with my hog hanging out of my pants." "Some of us would appreciate it." We chuckled, and then I started to stroke both of our cocks together. "You're still hard." "Yeah, it doesn't go down if I cum... prematurely," he said, his Jersey accent becoming very distinct as he became embarrassed. "I'm also, how do you put it, multi-orgasmic? Krista always liked that about me." "Lucky guy," I replied. "I usually need a good hour before I'm ready for another round." "Yeah, I think I may be able to cum again soon." "I was hoping you would," I replied as I continued masturbating both our cocks together with one hand. I stroked our shafts as we gazed into each other eyes. Gabe's face had a blissful expression that was the result of being either completely stoned or full of hungry, desperate sexual desire. It was a couple of minutes before he suddenly broke the silence. "Hey, where's the weirdest place you've ever had sex?" he asked casually. It was so cute that he wanted to have a conversation while I jerked us off. "Oh man, I gotta think about that," I said. The prompt had now made me even hornier. "I once fucked a hockey player in front of a crowd at a frat party. That was pretty wild." "Jesus," Gabe gasped. "I've also had tons of outdoor sex," I continued, "though I suppose that isn't too unusual." "Krista and I once literally had sex on the beach." "Hah, same. Also, I once jerked off a rugby player in the gym showers back in college." Hearing that I'd had an encounter with a rugby player like him made Gabe perk up. "He was a lot smaller than you and me, though. Short, stocky fucker." "Yeah, I was definitely the biggest dude on my team," he said. "You ever fuck anybody famous?" I grinned. "I got fucked by a pro football player the summer after my freshman year." "Oh wow." Gabe was truly impressed. "And one of my frat brothers who used to fuck me regularly was drafted into the NFL. How about you?" I asked. "Ever fuck any famous chicks?" "Before I met Krista, I got a blowjob from a chick who I thought was on MTV's Road Rules, but I never knew for sure." I started to feel like I was going to cum soon, and I wanted more stories of Gabe's sexual exploits to push me over the edge. "What's the hottest sex you've ever had?" "Oh gee," he mumbled, musing for a few seconds. "I guess since I've actually witnessed you having a three-way, I can tell you that I had one of my own." "Hah," I laughed. "And I'M the slut." "Yeah, in my senior year of college, me and one of my rugby buddies spit-roasted a cheerleader." "Ah, I've had my share of those experiences," I sighed. "Being the roaster or the roastee?" "Both. Definitely both." We both laughed heartily. "I guess I don't need to ask you about your hottest experience, not when you've been gang banged by two dozen football players." "They weren't ALL football players," I responded. "And to tell the truth, I don't know if that's the hottest sex I've ever had." I don't know why, but now I found myself really wanting to open up completely to Gabe. He just seemed so open-minded and accepting. Or maybe it was because I was holding both our cocks in my hand. "Oh, really?" "Fuck, I really shouldn't be telling you this," I said, but this only made him more visibly eager for me to tell him. I hesitated. Gabe became like an excited puppy. I felt his dick swelling even more in my hand. "Well, now you gotta fucking tell me." "Okay, okay," I groaned in both exasperation and pleasure. "It was just last week. The night before I left for L.A., I got fucked by my Dad and his best friend." Gabe's jaw dropped in astonishment. "No fucking way. Your own Dad?" "At the same time," I added. "Holy fuck." Gabe shook his head. "You mean... you had both their dicks in your ass?" "Totally incestuous double-penetration." I smirked, probably looking and sounding prouder than I should have. "Well, obviously you win." Gabe chuckled. My head was swimming as I felt the pressure building in me. I groaned, "And they both came in my ass at the same time." "Fuck, yeah," Gabe whispered, watching me closely as my body started to tremble. "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming," I moaned, and a jet of cum shot straight up out of my cock and splattered across my hand and both of our erect penises. Utterly fascinated, Gabe had his eyes fixed on the white jizz erupting out of me and coating our cocks. I stopped jerking on our shafts and let him feel my erection spasming against his, pumping out a few last spurts of hot jizz. I let out a few loud grunts. "Oh my fucking god, that felt amazing." "That LOOKED amazing," Gabe replied in awe. I rubbed my spunk around his cockhead, causing his rod to twitch. His mouth formed an "O" as he exhaled quickly. Not wanting the moment to pass, I scooted down between his legs and swallowed his gigantic cock, not slowly like the last time, but suddenly in one gulp. "Oh fuck!" Gabe yelped into the night air. I sucked hungrily on his dick, savoring the taste of my own warm cum still coating it. I was still unable to fit it all in my mouth, so I massaged his balls and the base of his shaft with my fingers. Incoherent animal-like sounds poured from Gabe's mouth. "Ooooh, uh, ugh, uh, yeah..." He looked up into the sky and half-panted, half-laughed, overcome by sheer pleasure. After a minute, he started to form words again. "Yeah, suck me, Sloan. Make me cum again. Swallow my cum again." I intended to do just that, I thought to myself as I ramped up my mouth strokes on his throbbing cock while also increasing the suction. Once again, his legs tensed up as his toes curled. "Bro, you think we can make this a regular thing?" he moaned, lost in a haze of sexual delight. "Absolutely," I replied, although since my mouth was stuffed with his huge dick, it was completely muffled. He must've known exactly what I'd said, though, because he groaned, "Thank you, fuck, thank you, Sloan." True to his word, this time he was able to hold back his orgasm, and it took a few minutes of stimulation with my mouth before he was ready to cum again. I felt his cock swell in my mouth, and his whole body stiffened as he opened his mouth wide and let out a long, loud cry of ecstasy. Grabbing my hair with both hands, he thrust his hips, shoving his cock deep into my throat, and unloaded shot after shot of his thick, tasty cum into my mouth. Just like last time, I gagged from the force of his cum blasts, but I didn't mind. I was just overjoyed to provide my new friend with some sorely needed relief. "Oh god, thank you, Sloan," Gabe whimpered. I gulped down his load and then sucked lovingly on his cockhead, feeling a few more drops of cum squirting out onto my tongue. When I pulled my mouth off him and looked up at his face, I saw him gazing back down at me with tears in his eyes. "Thanks, buddy, I really needed that." "I know you did." As I planted several kisses on his sweaty, still-heaving belly, all I could think was that I was really going to enjoy having Gabe as a roomie.