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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 12: Below-The-Line
November 2001
"Big Daddy." The first A.D. Bruce's voice blasted over my walkie-talkie.
I lifted my walkie up to my mouth, pressed the transmit button, and spoke into it. "Go for Big Daddy."
"What's your 20?"
"By the front door, locking up," I answered.
"Jesse needs you by the grip truck."
"Copy." I put my walkie back in the holster on my belt and started to cross the front lawn of the house towards the row of crew trucks parked on the residential street.
We were nearly two weeks into production on CUB, and we'd been filming on location inside this cottage-style house on a quiet street in Northridge, standing in for the house in Alabama where the screenwriter had grown up.
It had taken a few days, but now, on the Thursday of the second week of production, I had my production assistant duties down pat. The movie was going to be filmed mostly in actual locations, with couple of weeks of soundstage work at the end of production, so almost every weekday I woke at 4:45 in the morning and was at the location before sunrise.
A lot of my day was spent fetching stuff for various crew members such as bottled water and "sides" (miniature printed versions of the script pages being filmed that day), but my most important duty was "locking up" the set when cameras were rolling. That meant standing outside the set and yelling "Rolling!" when filming started, then preventing anybody from accidentally walking into the set (we call those people "bogies") and glaring sternly at anybody who was making too much noise.
They had needed someone who was imposing enough to scare people into silence, and when I showed up to set on the first day, the key set P.A. and second second assistant director took one look at my size and naturally threatening demeanor and immediately assigned lock up duties to me. They were especially delighted when they asked me if I had a nickname that they could use on the walkie-talkies, and I replied, "Big Daddy."
So, once again I was Big Daddy, and now Bruce had just asked me to go see Jesse the key grip at the grip truck parked on the street. Grips were the crew members who were responsible for lugging around the heavy equipment used to set up (or "rig") shots for the camera and lighting departments, stuff like sandbags, stands, and dolly tracks. They tended to be the biggest, most brutish dudes on the set. And on this production, the biggest and most brutish of them all was the key grip.
Jesse had caught my attention the moment I saw him on the first day of production, carrying what must have been at least 50-pound sandbags in each hand from the grip truck to the set. He was in his early thirties and had been working on film crews for over a decade. He was a couple of inches shorter than me, but with a body packed with thick muscles, not to mention the thick, round belly, he probably weighed as much as me. He was thick all over... thick neck, thick chest, thick arms, thick legs. I later found out that when he wasn't working on film crews, he was a competitive powerlifter. Most attractive to me, though, was his mean-looking but magnetic face, clean-shaven with piercing blue eyes and a pug nose framed by a thick brow. He managed to look menacing and totally cute at the same time, especially when he smiled cryptically, which he did the first time we exchanged glances on that first day.
He flashed me that smile again as he saw me approaching the grip truck. He was standing inside the back of the truck with a clipboard, apparently conducting a quick inventory of equipment. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a tee-shirt that hugged his barrel-shaped torso and showed off the sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He was also wearing a pair of thick-framed reading glasses that looked completely incongruous on him.
"Hey there, Big Daddy," Jesse said cheerfully as I walked up the metal ramp leading up to the inside of the truck.
"Hey, Jesse. How's it hangin'?"
"Low and lazy," he replied. It was actually a response to the question that I'd picked up in the Delt House and had used when Jesse had greeted me with "How's it hangin'?" the previous week. "You enjoying working in the movies?"
"Sure," I answered. "It's not as stressful as I expected, but the hours sure are long."
"Yeah, I don't envy you set P.A.s. First ones on set, last ones to leave. No time for a social life." Jesse finally looked up from his clipboard. "So Bruce tells me you're probably going nuts not being able to get your rocks off while we've been shooting."
I laughed. "You could say that. I was even too exhausted to go out last weekend."
"Well, then," he said, his cryptic smile becoming a full-on grin. "Why don't you meet me back here after we wrap tonight? Me and a few guys on my crew are kind of in the same predicament, and maybe we can all do something about it."
"Sure thing!" I exclaimed, perhaps a little bit too excitedly.
"See you tonight, then, Big Daddy." As if nothing unusual had just happened, Jesse looked back down at his clipboard and resumed his earlier task.
The rest of the day, I felt light-headed as I continued with my duties locking up the outside of the house while they filmed inside. All afternoon I watched various grips lugging heavy equipment back and forth across the front lawn between the grip truck and the house. They ranged from short and stocky to big and hulking, and I played a mental game of trying to figure out which ones would be requiring my sexual services later that night.
It wasn't until almost 9:00 at night before all of the assistant directors and production assistants, including me, called out "Martini's up!" indicating that we were about to roll cameras on the last shot of the day. I could already see the grips and electricians breaking down equipment and carrying them out to their trucks.
As soon as we wrapped for the night, I watched as a flurry of crew members came up to me to get a copy of the following day's call sheet from the stack that I held in my hands. Each day, a few minutes before wrap, one of the assistant directors or the key set P.A. would come to me with a manila envelope containing fresh photocopies of the call sheet, which informed crew members of what scenes would be filmed the next day and also how early in the morning they would need to show up to set. General crew call time was going to be 7:00 in the morning, which meant that I was expected to be there by 6:30.
I suddenly heard a loud whistle and turned in the other direction to see Jesse the key grip waving from the back of the grip truck. Seeing that I was finished with my day's tasks, I headed over to the truck.
"All done?" Jesse asked as I neared him.
"Yup," I answered cheerfully. "Now, I think you promised me some dicks for me to drain."
He chuckled. "Well, climb on in and see." He gestured to the ramp leading up to the back of the truck, which was mysteriously dark inside.
I cautiously ascended the ramp until I was inside the back of the truck. I felt Jesse's hand on my shoulder as he followed behind me.
"Wait, let me get this." He reached up and pulled down on a strap to roll down the door. It slammed shut, plunging us into complete and total darkness.
I opened my mouth to ask what was happening, but a work light suddenly switched on, and I could finally see inside the truck. Half of the truck was filled with grip equipment, but in front of the piled equipment stood three hulking grips. I didn't know any of their names, but I recognized all of their faces and their burly bodies from seeing them around the set. They were all dressed in what seemed like the standard grip uniform: tattered cargo shorts and sweatshirts or tee-shirts. Despite being the most fearsome-looking members of the crew, at this moment they all looked a little nervous.
"Hey there," I said, giving them a feeble wave. "I'm Sloan."
"Big Daddy?" A musclebound, goateed Latino grip with tattoos up and down both arms stepped forward.
"That's right," I said, gulping. "That's what they call me. But my name's Sloan."
The grip grinned and shook my hand. "I'm Hector."
The other two grips next to him visibly relaxed and held out their hands for me to shake.
The first was a furry, bearded musclebear whom I later learned had immigrated from Israel after college to try to break into the film industry. "I'm Jacob," he introduced himself with a thick Israeli accent.
The last grip to shake my hand had the massive body of one of the offensive linemen I played with in college but with a mop of blond hair and a baby face. "And... I'm Sloan," he said bashfully.
My eyes widened in surprise as everyone laughed. "You're shittin' me."
Jesse put a hand on my shoulder. "I think it's the reason they asked you whether you had a nickname we could all use. So there wouldn't be any confusion on the walkies."
"Damn." I grinned. "I've never met another Sloan. Let alone had sex with one." That elicited more nervous laughter from everyone. "So how're we gonna do this?"
Jesse stepped up, took me by the arm, and planted a sloppy wet kiss on my mouth. I felt my cock instantly harden in my shorts as I felt his tongue invade my mouth. As they watched, the other grips started unzipping their cargo shorts and pulling out their stiffening penises.
He finally pulled back. "I was thinking I could fuck you while you suck them off."
"Let's do it," I said, starting to shed my clothes.
Seeing me getting naked, Jesse started to get out of his clothes, too. He pulled off his tee-shirt, revealing his impossibly thick torso. He seemed to be almost as thick from his chest to his back as he was from side-to-side, the result of years of powerlifting. As he pulled off his shorts and underwear, his thick, seven-inch cock sprang up before him. He stood naked before me, puffing up his chest as he massaged his erection with his beefy fingers.
I reached out and ran my hand over his thick chest, which was lightly dusted with hair. "I can't wait to have you inside me."
"I haven't fucked an ass in two months," he said as he squirted lube onto his shaft.
"Well, that's good," I replied, "because I haven't been fucked in two weeks."
Jesse looked up at the other grips, who were looking at us with quizzical expressions. "Bruce," he explained to them, and they all nodded with understanding and returned to jerking their stiff poles.
Jesse stepped up behind me and pressed his slicked cock against my asshole, then groaned as he pushed into me. I put my hands on my knees and let out a loud whimper as I looked at the masturbating grips with widening eyes. Jesse then put his hands on my hips and started to fuck me with slow, steady thrusts.
"Yeah, fuck me," I moaned, savoring the feeling of having Jesse inside of me. I looked up at the other grips. "Hector, get over here. I need to some sperm in my stomach."
Hector stepped up to me, and with Jesse holding me up by my waist as he fucked me, I leaned down and swallowed Hector's dark brown, uncut six-inch cock. He murmured something in Spanish as I sucked hungrily on his rod, eager to coax a load out of him. I was determined to finish off all three grips before Jesse blew his load into me.
I could see Jacob stripping off all his clothes to reveal a body covered in soft, curly hair from his head down to his toes. Still jerking his cock, He stepped up next to us and reached under me to fondle my stiff, dripping penis with his free hand.
I moaned as Hector fucked my mouth while running his fingers through my hair. He had a pair of low-hanging balls, and I massaged them with my hand as I sucked him with gusto. His breathing became louder and harsher, and he groaned, "I'm gonna shoot, I'm gonna shoot."
Hector clutched a clump of my hair in his hand, and I felt his cock swell as it squirted streams of hot cum into my mouth. Hector grunted and trembled as he pumped out so much jizz that it started to dribble out of my mouth in white rivulets. I didn't want any of it to go to waste, so I started gulping it down as quickly as I could.
"Fuck, that was great," Hector said as he withdrew his penis from my mouth and patted me on the head.
"My turn." Jacob immediately replaced him, presenting me with a perfectly proportioned six-inch erection that I happily engulfed with my mouth.
Jacob must have been a good dancer, because he sensuously moved his hips in a circular motion as he fucked my mouth. "Yes, you're a good cocksucker." His accent was distinct even when he was groaning his words.
"He's got a fucking hot ass, too," Jesse said behind me. I was in a sort of trance and had almost forgotten that there was this hulk of a man plowing my ass with his hot cock. "We're gonna fill him up with cum from both ends."
As I blew Jacob, I ran a hand through the fur covering his chest and stomach, stopping to flick his nipples with my fingertips.
"Yes, yes," he moaned. "Good bear. Good cocksucker."
I placed both hands on his surprisingly muscular, furry ass and went to town on his dick, letting my mouth slide up and down his shaft faster and faster as he increased the intensity of his thrusts. He suddenly snarled loudly as started humping his hips at a rapid pace, fucking my mouth furiously.
He plunged his cock all the way into my mouth and started blasting thick jets of his semen down my throat as he grunted and growled. I squeezed his furry ass with my hands as I swallowed each spurt of his cum.
"Fucking good bear," Jacob sighed as he pulled his cock out of my mouth and stepped back to join Hector in watching the action.
I looked up at the other Sloan, standing there like a big dumb lug, lazily masturbating the bright red, eight-inch meat pole sticking out from his shorts. "Well, Sloan." I grinned at him. "Come let me taste that tube of yours."
The other Sloan unbuttoned and removed his shorts completely, then shuffled up to me and positioned his cock, long strands of precum dripping from its tip, right at my mouth. I opened my mouth, and he slid it in.
"Oh fuck," he moaned, "I'm not gonna last long."
I smiled even with his big dick filling my mouth. It kind of felt wrong to suck off the only other guy named Sloan that I'd ever met.
"Yeah, Big Daddy," Jesse grunted as he started fucking me harder and faster, probably sensing that we were nearing the finish and wanting to climax at the same time as his buddy. "Fuck his mouth. Let's shoot our cum into him at the same time."
My smile grew even bigger, and I felt my own cock grow even stiffer from the anticipation of having both my mouth and ass filled with sperm simultaneously. The sensation of Jesse's swelling erection pounding into my ass over and over made me feel like I was going to faint.
The other Sloan was making loud, primal grunting sounds as his gentle baby face twisted into almost an expression of agony. He clamped his big, meaty hands on both sides of my head and suddenly started fucking my mouth with unexpected fury. I almost gagged as his dripping cockhead hit the back of my throat repeatedly, but I managed to keep sucking hungrily on his thrusting shaft.
By now Jesse was pounding my ass so hard that he was practically shoving me into the other Sloan's crotch. Both grips were grunting and growling so loudly that I was worried that people outside the grip truck would be able to hear and know that somebody was getting fucked by multiple dicks inside.
"Fuck yeah, Sloan," the other Sloan groaned, and I wondered how weird it must be to be uttering his own name in sexual ecstasy. "Swallow my cum. Swallow it all."
He gave a few more powerful thrusts and then unleashed a flood of his jizz into my mouth. At the same time, Jesse quickly pounded his cock into my ass and let out a deafening roar, and I felt his hot cum spurting deep into my bowels in powerful blasts. He wrapped his strong arms around me and humped my ass with his thick, wide body.
Meanwhile, the other Sloan's body was quaking, and he was still grunting gutturally as he squirted more jets of his sperm into my mouth. I swallowed every drop.
Finally, both grips finished unloading their loads into my body, and they let out heavy sighs of pleasure and relief. The other Sloan slid his long cock out of my mouth. It drooped down, dripping cum onto the floor of the truck.
Jesse slowly and gingerly pulled his cock out of my ass, and I stood and turned to face him. His body was glistening, coated in sweat. I ran my hands over his sweaty, fuzzy chest and belly, appreciating the contours of his thick powerlifter muscles. We then pressed our lips together and kissed passionately again. He reached down and wrapped his fingers around my stiff, dripping cock and pumped it quickly.
He finally pulled his mouth away from mine and looked at me with hungry eyes. "Fuck me, Big Daddy," he whimpered, his voice full of desire. "I want your big cock inside me."
The other grips reacted to that with shock and surprise. I guess they'd never heard their boss beg another dude to fuck him in the ass.
"Fuck yeah," I growled, "let me give it to you."
Jesse turned his back to me as I lubed up my cock, wondering if he'd ever taken anything this large up his ass. His eagerness suggested that he probably had.
I pressed my tip against his asshole and entered him slowly and gently. He remained standing, and I placed my hands on his shoulders for support. I watched the massive muscles in his broad back tensing as I slid into him. "Yes, fuck me, Big Daddy," he growled gruffly.
As I felt the muscles in his ass squeezing my shaft, I shivered from the sensation, and I felt some of his jizz dripping out of my ravaged asshole and rolling down my leg.
I started to thrust my shaft into his ass, fucking him gently so that I wouldn't cum too quickly. Jesse moaned and whimpered as I started shoving my big cock into him with more force. He was facing the other three grips, and I could only imagine how the sight of their boss writhing and crying out in pleasure as he had his ass pummeled by an eight-and-a-half-inch cock looked to them.
It must've looked pretty hot, because they all started to work their cocks with their hands until they were all fully erect and dripping again.
I reached around to Jesse's front and squeezed his meaty, sweaty pecs with my hands. "Oh god," he groaned. "Fuck me."
I then moved my hands down to his big, round belly, rubbing it as if he were some chubby Buddha. The feel of his thick body turned me on even more, and I felt my cock growing even harder inside his ass, so hard that it started to hurt. I was going to need to blow my load into him soon or else I was going to be in pain.
I slid my hand down to his penis and found that it was stiff again. He still had more in the tank. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and began masturbating him furiously, desperate to get another load out of him.
The sight of Jesse getting jacked off while being fucked got to be too much for the others. I looked over Jesse's shoulder and saw Jacob drop to his knees in front of the other Sloan and swallow the hulking grip's massive cock while continuing to jerk on his own cock. Meanwhile, Sloan reached over and grabbed Hector's cock and started pumping it with his fist.
The interior of the truck was filled with grunts, groans, and moans of intense sexual pleasure, and I suddenly realized it had become hot and humid like a steam room. I saw Hector and the other Sloan pull off their shirts, and I was pleased to see that the other Sloan had a big, bearish body that almost made him look like my twin. Sweat dripped down all our bodies as we all had our cocks stimulated in some way.
Surprisingly, Jesse was the first to cum despite having just seemingly emptied his balls into me a few minutes earlier. He reared up, pressing the back of his sweaty head against my chest as he looked up in the air and unleashed a roar even louder than when he had cum in my ass.
His cock throbbed in my hand, and I could actually hear his cum shoot out of him and splatter across the floor of the truck. His whole naked body trembled against mine as his pulsing rod pumped out more globs of sticky juice that dripped over my pumping fist. At the same time, the muscles in his ass squeezed my pounding cock as if trying to suck the cum out of me.
And it worked, too, because I couldn't hold back my orgasm any longer. I cried into Jesse's ear as I came, shooting a voluminous five-day load of creamy jizz deep into his shuddering body. I felt like tears were going to start pouring from my eyes as I filled his bowels with my sperm.
Overwhelmed by the sight, I saw the other Sloan's body shaking as he came in Jacob's hungry mouth. Jacob moaned in delight as he chugged down Sloan's load, then his furry body seemed to vibrate as a fountain of white jizz shot out of his cock and splashed onto Sloan's leg.
Despite being in the middle of a thunderous orgasm, Sloan continued to masturbate Hector's dick. Hector looked down at his cock and gritted his teeth as his body suddenly jerked, and cum burst from his cock and splattered across Jacob's furry back. Even as they all continued to ejaculate, the three grips started chuckling from the mess they had made.
As Jesse's orgasm subsided, I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close to me as I pumped a few more shots of cum into his ass. We both moaned together, and he turned his head so that we could kiss again even with my dick still inside him.
As he regained his breath, and with his cock still in Jacob's mouth, the other Sloan was the first to say what we were all thinking. "Let's do this again. But maybe after we've had a few days to recover."
Jesse and I both laughed as we continued to kiss.