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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 11: Connections
October 2001
For the few days after my roommate Gabe passionately fucked me and blew two loads deep into my ass, I was on a high. Each time we crossed paths that weekend, Gabe greeted me with an affectionate smile and a warm "Hey buddy." I was certain it'd be only a matter of time before we fucked again.
But then came the following Tuesday. September 11. As usual for my lazy, unemployed ass, I had slept in late. I only learned about what had happened on the East Coast because Gabe was sent home early from his job at the coffee shop, and he woke me up to inform me. We spent the rest of the day sitting on the sofa where we'd fucked just a few nights earlier, glued to TV, watching horrifying news footage, with occasional breaks to chat with relatives on the phone. All thoughts of sex and fun were completely gone and would stay that way for the next few weeks.
It also meant that I'd stay unemployed for the foreseeable future. And when Gabe returned to his regular work schedule a couple of days later, I ended up just lying around the apartment, watching TV or surfing the Internet on my computer.
By late October the L.A. weather had started to turn a little cooler, and with the trauma of the previous month beginning to subside, life had started to return to normal. Gabe and I still hadn't worked up the nerve to fuck again, but I did blow him a couple of times, and I'd made a few of trips to the porn theater for some quick hookups.
It was a Monday evening on the last week of October when Gabe came home from work with a big, eager smile on his face. For a moment I thought he was finally ready to fuck my ass again.
"Hey buddy." He obviously couldn't wait to tell me the news. "I think I found you a job!"
That was the last thing I had expected to hear. "You serious?"
"Yeah. There's this dude who comes into the coffee shop a lot, and today was a slow day, so I started chatting with him. Turns out he's an A.D.-- you know, an assistant director-- on low-budget and indie movies. And he just happened to mention that he's working on a little indie movie that starts filming next week, and he asked me if I knew anyone who might be looking for a job as a production assistant. They can't pay much, but it's a non-union production, so they're willing to hire people with little-to-no experience."
This was a completely alien world to me. "What's a production assistant?"
"A P.A., basically a gopher. You run around the set fetching shit for other crew members. Menial stuff, but I think it's a good way to get your foot in the industry."
I went up to Gabe and gave him a hug. "Thanks, man. Just tell me what I need to do."
After giving me the contact information for the assistant director, I thanked him again by pulling down his pants and sucking his huge dick until he blew his load down my throat.
"So what did Gabe tell you about our movie?" Bruce the assistant director asked as he leaned back in his office chair, causing it to creak under his weight.
It was Wednesday, and I was sitting across from him in a cramped production office in an office building on Ventura Boulevard in Burbank about five miles north of my apartment. I'd spoken to Bruce briefly on the phone the day before, and though he told me that the production assistant job was pretty much mine if I wanted it, he still wanted to meet me in person before production started the following week.
I looked at the boards with multi-colored strips hanging on the wall. Each of those strips contained information about each scene of the movie printed on it, and those strips could be rearranged on the board to create the shooting schedule.
I quickly learned that Bruce was the "first assistant director," and his job included creating that shooting schedule along with a unit production manager. The first A.D. also had to manage the other assistant directors and the rest of the on-set production team so that the director wouldn't have to deal with all that and could just focus on making the movie. He also assured me that movie sets often became hectic and stressful but that he always tried his best to make things as easy-going as possible. It did make me feel better about taking a job in an industry that I knew absolutely nothing about.
Gabe had alerted me to this fact in advance, but Bruce also happened to be a very good-looking, sandy-haired middle-aged bear with a full mustache and a thick dad bod, though that term was still more than a decade away from becoming part of the lexicon.
"Not much," I replied, answering his question about the nature of the movie. "Just that it's a gay indie drama." I saw a script sitting on the cluttered desk in between the two of us.
"Yeah." He pushed the script towards me, and I saw the title "CUB" printed in large type on the front, and the name of the screenwriter, Kirk Robinson, beneath it. "The writer, Kirk, based it on his own life story, but it's kind of like a gay MARTY. You ever see that movie?"
I smiled. "In fact, I have. My Dad showed it to me when I was a kid."
Bruce nodded. "Great film. Anyway, this movie's about a young, fat gay man trying to find love while also dealing with his homophobic single father. Gabe told me the story might be a little personal to you."
"Well, other than the homophobic Dad part," I said. "My Dad was supportive from the moment I told him I was gay." More than supportive, I thought as I smirked.
"That's cool," Bruce replied. "I was raised by a single mom. We had a rough couple of years after I came out, but she eventually came around."
I raised an eyebrow. Gabe had told me that he thought Bruce was also gay, but he didn't know for sure.
"Is everybody on the crew gay?" I asked, only half-jokingly.
"A lot of them, actually," Bruce answered, smiling. "Ironically, the only one I know for sure is straight is the director, Todd. They wouldn't let Kirk direct his own script because he's never directed anything or even had a screenplay produced. So the producers wanted to find a proven indie director, and Todd's last movie played at Sundance." He tapped the script with his finger. "Take the script home and read through it so you know what to expect. And..." He placed a stapled packet on top of it. "Here's a guide to the duties of a production assistant. You'll mostly be dealing with the lead production assistant Sarah, and she can answer your questions, but if you memorize this packet, you probably won't have to ask her a lot, and she'll be eternally grateful."
"Awesome, I'll read it tonight."
He suddenly sat up. "Oh, and I almost forgot. You don't have a cell phone, do you?"
"No, I don't." In 2001, I knew very few people who actually owned a cell phone.
"Well, you should get one. Doesn't have to be fancy, but you may need to go on errands, and we need to be able to reach you anytime, anywhere."
"All right, I'll find a phone store after I leave here."
"Great to have you onboard, Sloan," Bruce said as we both stood, and he reached across the desk to shake my hand. "I still have a few more minutes of free time until my next interview. You have any other questions for me?"
I thought a moment. "Well, not about the movie, but can I ask you something more personal?"
"Absolutely."
"I just moved here in July, and I'm having a hell of time making connections with other bears in this town. Can you give me any tips on where to meet them?"
Bruce let out a friendly laugh. "Son, you've come to the right place. I'll have a list for you when you show up to set next Monday. Though I'm afraid that while we're in production, you're probably not going to have much time to go out and get laid. On these low-budget productions, P.A.s are often clocking sixteen-hour days."
I sighed. "And it's a five-week shoot, right?"
"Yeah, with a break for Thanksgiving. We wrap the second week of December."
I gave him a wry smile. "I guess I can go without sex for a month."
It was Bruce's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Well, you don't have to wait that long, if you don't want to." He cupped his crotch with his hand.
I took a few seconds to really check him out as he rubbed the bulge in his jeans. With his mustache and short-cropped hair, he looked like the type of daddy who went out to the leather bars on the weekends.
"Sure, if you've got the time." I grinned and started unbuckling my belt.
Bruce undid his jeans as he came around to my side of the desk and stood behind me. As soon as I'd unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, he pushed them and my boxer shorts down to my knees, exposing my bare ass. He ran his hand over my ass.
"Yeah, you're a good baby bear, aren't you?" he whispered.
"Yeah, daddy," I moaned back as I he undid his jeans and pushed them down. I felt his stout, thick cock poking against my ass.
"We don't have much time," Bruce said as he lubed up his erection, "so do you mind if we just skip the foreplay?"
"Not at all," I replied. "Just ram it in."
Not wasting a second, Bruce positioned his cockhead at my asshole and shoved his thick shaft in with a single, quick thrust.
"Uhhhh," I groaned as he pushed me down, bending me over the desk and forcing me to stick my ass out. He placed his hands on my lower back and started fucking me with incredible intensity.
"Oh fuck, you're a good bear," he grunted as he pounded me. "Such a hot, young bear ass."
My cock was hard as granite, pressing against the desktop beneath me and rubbing against it with each of Bruce's thrusts. I could feel my precum leaking out onto the desk and getting sticky as my dick rubbed against it. Primal snorts and growls escaped from my mouth as he fucked me like an animal.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," Bruce groaned as he pounded into me even harder and faster.
He finally thrust all the way with so much force that it made me cry out. He stopped and held his cock in me as he let out a snarl and started to spurt his jizz into my body.
"Yeah, you're a good bear," he whimpered as he trembled.
"Yeah, daddy," I moaned back. "I can feel your cum in me. It's so fucking hot."
Bruce suddenly pulled his cock out of my ass, pulled me up to my feet, and spun me around. My bright red, dripping erection was pointed right at him. With cum still dripping out of his own cock, he dropped to his knees and swallowed my dick and started caressing it with his mouth.
He was clearly a skilled cocksucker with decades of experience. I squeezed my eyes shut and growled like a wild animal as he quickly brought me close to orgasm.
"Fuck, I'm gonna blow," I groaned.
Bruce pulled my cock out of his mouth, pointed it at his face, and pumped my shaft enthusiastically with his fist. I reared back and let out a cry as my cum exploded from my cock and splashed across Bruce's mustache and mouth.
I shot another jet of sperm across his cheek. He then enveloped my pulsing cock with his mouth again so that he could catch the remaining blasts of my sperm in his mouth, which he swallowed happily. I let out a deep sigh as my orgasm ended.
I looked down at Bruce as he pulled his mouth off me and stood, his face splattered with my white spunk. He licked his lips, trying to clean off his mustache.
"You taste really good." He smiled and leaned forward to kiss me, smearing my cum on both our faces.
We both stood back and looked down at each other's softening cocks, still dripping with cum.
"Is the film business always like this?" I asked.
"Oh, you'll find out soon," Bruce said with a mischievous smirk.
"This should be good phone for you," Lukas said in a gruff, Eastern European-accented voice as he handed me a tiny silver cell phone with a pull-out antenna.
It'd been about three hours since Bruce had fucked me in the CUB production office in Burbank, and now I was back in Hollywood at a Sprint mobile phone store, shopping for a simple, cheap cell phone for my new production assistant job. It was a small store, and on a Wednesday afternoon, it was completely empty except for me and this young, cubbish store clerk.
Lukas was maybe in his mid-twenties, with a short, wide, stocky body and an unshaven face covered in dark stubble. His dark, squinty eyes, seemingly perpetual scowl, thick brow, and bushy eyebrows made him look like a primitive caveman. Of course I found him totally attractive.
The moment he opened his mouth, and I heard that thick accent, I felt compelled to start asking questions. Once he realized that somebody was actually interested in his life story, his scowl turned into a warm smile, and he seemed to transform from a caveman into cuddly teddy bear.
It turned out that Lukas was from Slovakia, where his teenage years had been miserable. He was bullied for being fat, and then he had a falling out with his best friend, though he wouldn't elaborate on the cause. After he graduated from high school, he managed to get a visa to move to Los Angeles to live with an aunt and uncle who'd emigrated twenty years earlier.
"Life better here," Lukas declared. "For guy like me."
That had made me wonder. Was he implying that he'd left Slovakia because he was ostracized for being gay?
However, I was at the phone store for a purpose. I'd explained that I'd just gotten my first-ever job, and the job required that I get my first cell phone. I told Lukas that I needed something small, simple, and cheap.
That's when Lukas brought this tiny, futuristic device out from behind the counter. Because the phone was so small, as he placed it in my hand, our hands basically made full contact. Like the rest of his body, his hand was small but thick, with short, chubby fingers. His touch made me shiver a bit, and he seemed to take notice, smiling cryptically.
I almost laughed the how ludicrously small the phone was. It had a small plastic piece that flipped open, and the buttons on the keypad seemed like they'd be impossible to press with my fat fingers.
I flipped open the phone and held it to my ear. I must have looked ridiculous. "How do I look?"
"Very cute." Lukas grinned, and I realized that he WAS flirting.
"Hah, it's perfect." I placed the phone back on the counter between us. "I'll take it."
"Good," he replied, putting the display model back behind the counter and retrieving a box with a new phone.
Over the new couple of minutes, he unboxed the new phone, scanned some barcodes into a computer, and scanned my driver's license.
After typing some things into his computer, he sighed and looked up at me. "Okay, now we wait a few minutes for approval."
"Cool," I replied, trying to think of something to chat about.
He beat me to it. "So, you like bears?"
That took me by surprise. "Excuse me?"
"You bear, right?" he gestured towards me. "You like bears, too?"
I smiled. "Yeah. I like bears."
Lukas grinned. "No one like bears in Slovakia."
"Well, I love bears." I decided that we'd done enough flirting. "Especially bear cock."
His grin grew even wider. "Come." He waved his hand, gesturing for me to go behind the counter with him.
I went around the counter and walked up to him, towering more than half a foot over him. He looked up at me with an almost fearful look, as if he was suddenly afraid of what I wanted to do to his body. I put my hand under his chin and leaned down, and he smiled as we kissed.
"I want to suck your bear cock," I murmured as we looked into each other's eyes.
"Yes, yes," Lukas said gruffly and excitedly.
I knelt on the floor in front of him and undid his pants, pulling them open and pulling down the waistband of his underwear to free his hardening penis. Like the rest of him, his uncut dick was short, fat, and cute. I jerked the thick shaft with my fingers until it jutted straight out from his body, stiff and red.
I cupped his large balls in my hand and consumed his cock with my mouth. He made a hissing sound as he inhaled sharply and then grunted, "Yes, fuck, suck my cock." He placed a fat hand on top of my head and started humping his wide hips, fucking my mouth.
I reached around and placed a hand on his fat, smooth ass, which he continued to hump back and forth, thrusting his adorable cock in and out of my mouth as I applied as much suction as I could to it.
"Yes, yes, yes," Lukas grunted. He suddenly groaned something in Slovak. I had no idea what it meant, but from the context it probably translated into something like "I'm cumming" and "Swallow it."
He growled, and his body heaved as he pumped several jets of his thick cum into my waiting mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair as he ground his crotch against my face, pressing his spurting cock as far it would go into my mouth. I gulped down his load as his growls died into silence, and he stopped grinding his hips.
I licked his cock clean and then stood up, planting another kiss on Lukas' lips.
"Yes, much better than Slovakia," he said. A beeping alert went off on his computer, and he looked over at the screen. "Oh good, your phone is now ready to use." He looked up at me and smiled. "Hope you enjoyed your shopping experience today."
I smiled back. "It was very enjoyable."