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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 10: Room-Mating
September 2001
"You ever been to Dublin?" Gabe asked as he returned to our table with a pint glass of Guinness in each of his meaty hands.
"I've never even been out of the country," I replied with considerable embarrassment as he handed me one of the glasses.
"You mean to tell me you've spent an entire life in Texas and you never even visited Mexico?"
I shook my head and took a swig.
"Man, I think we're gonna have to get you down to Tijuana sometime." Gabe sat down across from me and scanned the crowd at the Irish pub on Hollywood Boulevard. "I'm starting to get the feeling we're not going to have much luck here."
Having finished his current round of comedy and acting classes at the improv theater the previous week, Gabe finally had time to fulfill his good roommate duties and start showing me around Hollywood. Earlier in the week we'd walked around the neighborhood, checking out record stores, old movie theaters, and tourist traps.
This was a Friday night, though, so Gabe wanted to take me bar-hopping. It was obvious he was hoping to find a girl to hook up with, but he also assured me that some of the bars we'd visit were gay-friendly, so I might find someone for myself.
By midnight, we'd been to seven or eight bars-- honestly, we'd both lost count-- downing drinks at each one, and we'd both failed to find a single person, male or female, who'd even give us a second glance. Gabe and I were like a pair of fat ogres who'd stumbled into a land of twinkish, hipster elves and fairies. Gabe was even dressed in the classic fat guy outfit, an XXXL Hawaiian shirt and blue jeans with an oversized belt buckle. Over the past month, he'd regrown his thick beard after shaving it for his improv showcase back in July, restoring the mountain man look he had when I first met him.
We ended up in this Irish pub hoping that the crowd would be less hipster-ish and image-conscious than the other bars where we'd struck out. Unluckily for Gabe, even at this bar there didn't seem to be any women in the whole joint who weren't already accompanied by another guy. And unluckily for me, there also didn't seem to be a single queer other than me. The customers appeared to be there to actually drink, not to find a date.
And so Gabe and I sat there, nursing our pints of Guinness and commenting on other patrons.
"He looks like he might take it in the ass," Gabe remarked, referring to a cute, chubby cub with red hair, clearly of actual Irish descent, drinking at the bar.
"Nah," I replied, "I was checking him out earlier. He's here with a girl. I think she went to the restroom."
Sure enough, a leggy blonde bounded through the pub to rejoin her ginger cub boyfriend.
"Damn," Gabe muttered. "Sorry, dude. I was hoping to show you a good time tonight."
"Hey, I'm having a GREAT time," I replied, holding up my pint glass in a toast. Gabe responded by clinking his glass against mine.
And it was true, because even though we hadn't had any luck in finding action during our bar crawl, this was the first time I'd been able to just sit and gaze at Gabe and his giant, adorable body in good lighting for minutes on end. He'd actually refrained from letting me blow him the whole week because he wanted to be horned up and ready in case he met anyone tonight. The end result was that I found myself sitting across from a desperate, drunk, horny Italian bear drowning his sorrows in Irish beer.
He downed the last of his Guinness and sighed heavily. "You wanna get out of here?"
Gabe was the stereotypically loud-mouthed, sloppy, drunk fat guy during the stumble home, yelling insults in his Jersey accent at passing motorists as I did my best to keep him upright and on his feet. It probably only took twenty minutes to travel the half-mile back to our apartment on Franklin, but it felt like hours.
I was relieved when we finally got back to our building, as Gabe giggled drunkenly and whispered, "Oh, I gotta shut up. Don't want to wake the neighbors."
As soon as we staggered into our apartment, and I closed the door behind us, Gabe kicked off his shoes in frustration and gave me a big, drunken hug.
"Thanks, Sloan," he slurred. "You're a cool-ass dude."
I hugged him back. I wasn't about to waste an opportunity to wrap my arms around his massive, cuddly body. And that's when I noticed the huge bulge in his pants pressing against my waist. Even though he hadn't come close to picking up a woman, he was still suffering from a bad case of blue balls from the prospect of getting off all night.
"Dude," I said as I placed a hand over his bulging hard-on. "You need me to take care of this?"
Gabe stood and smiled as he looked into my eyes. "Was hoping you'd say that." But then his expression turned to one of disappointment. "Kind of thought I'd get laid tonight. It's been ages since I've fucked."
That was just the opening I was waiting for. "Well, hey," I replied brightly, "you can fuck ME if you want."
Gabe's eyes widened as his drunken haze seemed to dissipate in a flash. He'd never even considered fucking me as a possibility, assuming that I'd just suck him off every now and then, and that would be it.
"For real?" he asked with trepidation.
I felt it was finally time to fess up. "Hope this doesn't upset you, but you have no idea how many times I've jacked off in the past month fantasizing about that massive dong of yours in my ass."
"Holy fuck." Gabe shook his head as if refusing to believe that I could be so horny for someone like him. "That doesn't upset me at all. Quite the opposite."
"Are you sure you have the energy?" I was truly concerned that he might realistically pass out with his dick in me.
He put his hands on his hips and puffed up his chest in a Superman pose, then declared with confidence, "If you want this, I'm gonna give it to you."
I laughed at how lovable he looked, while at the same time my dick hardened in my pants from the anticipation of getting reamed by Gabe's monster dick.
"What do I need to do?" he asked.
I briefly thought about where we should do it, in my bed or in his, but then I decided that I wanted to do it right then and there in the living room.
"You don't need to do a thing, yet," I replied, reaching up and unbuttoning his Hawaiian shirt. I slid his shirt off him and looked hungrily at his hefty torso.
I then undid his ridiculously large belt buckle, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, and swiftly pulled down his pants and boxer shorts. That amazing cock of his popped up in all its erect glory before my eyes. I helped Gabe step out of his pants until he stood completely naked before me.
"All those women out there don't know what they're missing," I murmured as I ran my hands across his smooth body. His cock twitched as my fingers glided across his soft belly, brawny chest, and thick arms.
He watched as I pulled off my own clothes until we were standing face to face completely naked. The heads of our stiff erections bumped into one another, and we both giggled like children... well, drunk children, anyway. Even though things were about to get hot and sweaty, at this moment the situation seemed so pure and innocent.
"Where do you want to do it?" Gabe asked.
I gestured to the empty expanse of carpet in our small living room area. "This is as good a place as any."
I retrieved the bottle of lube from my pants pocket, took Gabe by his meaty hand, and led him to the middle of the living room. He watched with great interest as I squirted lube onto the shaft of his penis, which was sticking straight out from his body like a fallen log, and then pumped the shaft with my fist to slicken up the entire length. He shivered and let out a long moan.
"Oh fuck, you're gonna make me shoot before I can even stick it in you."
"Well, we don't want that," I replied as I laid on my stomach on the carpet and assumed a playfully seductive pose, sticking my big ass up in the air and looking back over my shoulder at a bemused Gabe. "I'm just kidding." I laughed as I got up onto all fours. "I think we can start out with basic doggy style."
"Hah," Gabe chuckled as he knelt on the floor behind me, "how'd you know my favorite position?" I felt him press the tip of his cock at my asshole. "Okay, I'm goin' in." I looked back at him and saw that he had a big dopey grin on his face.
He pushed into me, and I let out a sigh as he slid a few inches of his thick cock in. Even though by then I'd even become accustomed to having two dicks in my ass at the same time, this felt different. It was like an electric jolt shot through my body.
"You good?" Gabe asked, genuinely concerned.
I nodded. "Yeah, your dick feels incredible."
"All right," he said, "'cause we still got about half a foot to go. I'll go slow."
He placed his hands on my sides and held onto me as he pushed his cock deeper into me slowly and deliberately, and the sensation caused both of us to let out long moans of pleasure. Despite having the appearance of a rowdy party beast, Gabe was your classic example of a gentle giant. He took almost a full minute to slide his boner all the way into my ass. I shivered as I felt every millimeter of it entering me, feeling like it was filling me up.
"Oh my god," he groaned when he was in all the way to the hilt. "This feels insanely good."
"Just wait until you're blasting your load into me," I replied.
"Okay, Sloan," he warned, "I'm gonna start fucking you now."
"Go wild. I can take it."
Gabe giggled. "I'll try my best. I can't move my body like I used to."
He slowly pulled his shaft out of my ass, and then gently shoved it back in, causing both of us to grunt with delight. He then started to truly fuck me, thrusting his large hips. Each time he pounded his cock into me, I felt his big belly pressing against my lower back.
"Yeah, man," he groaned, continuing his habit of chatting during sex, "you got such a hot ass, Sloan. You love that big cock in your ass, don't you?"
I didn't answer that, thinking that it was pretty obvious from my loud moans and grunts. The feeling of Gabe's gigantic, slick shaft pumping in and out of me like a piston, sliding along the walls of my ass, made my hard, bouncing cock begin to drip long strands of precum onto the carpet below. I started to think that he might make me cum just from fucking me.
"Hey," I suddenly blurted out, "I wanna be able to see your face you while you're fucking me."
Gabe stopped thrusting. "Sure, what do you want me to do?"
I scooted forward, pulling his huge cock out of my ass, then went over and sat down on the living room sofa. As Gabe stood and walked up to me, I leaned back into the sofa cushions and pulled my legs up to expose my asshole to him.
"This is a new position for me," he remarked.
He smiled as he took a sofa cushion and placed it on the floor in front of me, then knelt on it so that his cock was perfectly positioned to enter me again. He pressed his cockhead against my asshole, and I watched a big, open-mouthed smile spread across face as he slid back into me in a quick, smooth thrust.
I grinned back at him. "God, your cock feels so good inside me."
"Yeah, buddy," he grunted as he clutched my ankles with his strong hands and started plowing me with renewed vigor and energy. "I love fucking you so fucking much."
I watched Gabe's massive body with intense fascination. With each heave and thrust of his hips, shoving his shaft deep into me, waves of thick flesh rippled across his hulking body. He was a fat guy, but his body moved like he was a buff muscle man. His body was a beautiful thing to watch in motion.
And then there was his face. His mouth was twisted into a snarl, exposing his gritted teeth as he fucked me like an animal, but his bright, sparkling eyes were also filled with kindness and even love. He looked me right in the eyes, taking pleasure from seeing how much I loved having him invade my body.
He looked down at my rock hard cock bouncing against my stomach, pools of precum dripping off my body, and he brushed his fingers across my shaft, wanting to feel how hard he was making me.
"I can't believe you're enjoying this so much," he said as he pounded my ass. "And why me?" He was so adorably insecure about his looks.
"Are you kidding?" I grinned. "You're so fucking hot, Gabe. You're perfect."
He chuckled. "Fuck, dude, you're the best fucking roommate ever."
"Hah, I was going to say the same about you."
Sweat was dripping down Gabe's chest and stomach, and his tan skin was starting to turn a deeper shade of crimson. I could tell he was almost ready to cum.
"You're about to cum, aren't you?" I said as I placed my hand on my own erection. "Come on, Gabe, blow your fucking load in my ass. Coat my insides with your hot cum."
"Oh my god," he groaned, not believing the filthy words coming out of my mouth.
I barely even needed to stroke my own cock for ten seconds before I cried out, "Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!" My body tightened as my orgasm rolled through my body.
Gabe's eyes widened in amazement as my shaft pulsed and shot a long ribbon of my white jizz with so much force that it splattered the sofa cushion behind my shoulder. The next blast of cum splashed across my chest and stomach.
At the same time, with each jet of cum, my sphincter muscles clamped forcefully around Gabe's thrusting cock. His eyes looked like they were going to bug out of his head from the intense feeling.
"Holy fuck!" he cried out. He gritted his teeth as his thick cock throbbed in my ass, pumping out what felt like a gallon of hot jizz into my bowels, like he was filling up the insides of my body with his sperm. "Oh god, Sloan." Sweat rolled down his body in rivers as he continued thrusting into me, wanting to push his cum as deep into me as he could. Even his beard was dripping with sweat.
We gazed at each other's blissful faces as our bodies trembled together from our mutual orgasms. My cock continued to spurt out more jets of cum onto my belly, which caused Gabe to smile widely, especially since with each spurt, my ass squeezed on his still-hard shaft.
Gabe let out a hearty, disbelieving laugh. "Fuck, man, I've never felt anything like that before."
"You looked like you really enjoyed it." My head was still swimming as my cock finally stopped pulsing.
"Oh my god, the way your ass squeezed my cock when you came." Gabe shook his head. "I had no idea that happened."
I grinned. "You would if you fucked more dudes."
Gabe chuckled as he ran his fingertips across the cum on my belly. "Thanks, buddy."
"Any time," I said. "Hey, is it okay if we just stay this way for a while? Your cock feels so good inside me."
"Sure."
"You mind if I ask you something?"
Gabe cocked his head. "Not like I'm going anywhere. Shoot."
"You're totally straight, right? So you're not actually physically or sexually attracted to me at all, are you?"
Gabe raised an eyebrow as if he was wondering where this line of questioning was going. "Sorry, man, but you're definitely not my type."
"And yet you just managed to blow a massive load in me while staring me right in the eyes. I mean, your dick's still stiff as a log in my ass. It just made me curious. How'd you do that?"
It was a question I'd never bothered to ask the dozens of supposedly straight guys who'd fucked me over the years. I mean, I completely understood those guys being able to get off from blowjobs. They could just close their eyes and imagine they were getting sucked off by a hot chick, but fucking was another thing. And fucking face-to-face was something else entirely.
Gabe had to ponder the question for a little bit, which gave me more time to admire his incredible, hulking, sweat-soaked body looming over me.
"I dunno," he finally answered. "I mean, I may not find you sexy, but there's something about you." He perked up as a thought entered his head. "Didn't you ever hump your stuffed animals or your pillow when you were a kid? I think most of us do that at some point."
"Huh." Now that he mentioned it, I did recall trying that when I was younger, fantasizing that my pillow was one of my football teammates. "I guess I did."
Gabe grinned sweetly. "Let's just say that fucking you is like humping a really cute, gigantic teddy bear. But one that also shoots cum everywhere while you're fucking him."
We both laughed, and then I noticed that Gabe had started to slowly thrust his hips again, lazily fucking me with his still fully erect cock. He didn't even seem to be aware he was doing it.
I didn't say anything about it, waiting to see if he was doing it on purpose, and if he wasn't, whether he would realize what he was doing. As Gabe's laughter subsided, he started to pick up the pace of his thrusts, and he closed his eyes as he opened his mouth and moaned. That's when I realized that he knew exactly what he was doing.
"Yeah, Gabe," I grunted. "Fuck me. Gimme another load of your cum."
Gabe opened his eyes and smiled as he stared me in the face again. I could swear it was a look of deep affection. "Yeah, buddy, you're gonna make me cum again. Your ass is so fucking hot."
A loud, rhythmic squishing sound filled the air as he started pounding his cock in and out of me harder and faster, the sound of his previous load of cum lubricating his pumping shaft. A fresh layer of sweat started to form a sheen on Gabe's husky torso, and I reached up and placed my hands on his fleshy pecs.
"Oh my god, Sloan," Gabe moaned, "I'm gonna blow again. I'm gonna shoot my cum in you again. Oh fuuuuuck!"
He gritted his teeth and held his breath as he pounded my ass with a sudden and surprising barrage of quick, powerful thrusts. I had no idea a dude his size could move his body that fast.
Finally, Gabe opened his mouth and let out a joyous cry that I was sure everyone else in the apartment building could hear. I felt his cock throbbing in my ass again, blasting volleys of his hot spunk into me. I watched his huge frame shaking over me, droplets of sweat flying off his body and splashing onto mine.
"Oh my god, Gabe," I groaned. "I can feel your cum spraying inside me."
He humped my ass a few more times, plunging his spasming shaft as far as it would go. He finally let out a long, slow breath, his body shivering. During this whole time, I was staring at him, wide-eyed with awe, and he stared right back.
Gabe then did something completely unexpected. With his dick still completely inside me, he leaned forward and lay his body down on mine, pressing both of our hefty, sweaty chests and bellies together. He put his chin on my shoulder, not even seeming to mind that it was still sticky with my cum from earlier. His soft, thick beard nuzzled against my cheek.
"Fuck," he whispered lovingly into my ear, his heavy breaths hot on my neck. "That was the best fucking sex I've ever had in my life. Thanks, buddy."
As he growled softly with contentment, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, enjoying the feel of his broad, sweaty back. I wished we could just stay in that position forever.