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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 13: Above-The-Line
I guess at this point I should probably explain some things about CUB, the gay independent film that I was working on as a production assistant.
I'd read through the CUB script that Bruce the first assistant director had given me after my job interview. I found it to be a cut above a lot of the gay indie cinema of the time, which seemed to fall into the categories of either inane romantic comedy (but gay!) or tragic slog in which the protagonist ends up gay-bashed or dead, or both. CUB was different, about a chubby 21-year-old gay man named Neil who still lives at home with his domineering father Carl, the town's fire chief, in a small town in the Deep South in the early-1990s. Neil's mother died when he was just a small boy, so he's been raised by his Dad to also be a firefighter, but things have been tense for a couple of years ever since Neil came out to Carl and expressed his desire to become a writer.
Even though my relationship with my own Dad was almost the complete opposite of Neil and Carl's in the script, I still recognized a lot of the tension between the characters, and I could tell that the finished movie would probably hit me pretty hard.
This feeling was only reinforced when I saw the two actors who were cast in the lead roles. Since this was a low-budget production, they couldn't afford to hire A-list stars, instead having to audition lesser-known character actors and local stage actors, all of whom were eager to get a starring role in a high-profile indie movie from an established director. Besides, there weren't many A-list actors who fit the physical descriptions of Neil and Carl.
To make things even more challenging, the director Todd, tired of straight actors playing gay in a bid for awards attention, was determined to cast an actual young gay actor in the role of Neil. After weeks of auditions, he finally cast a rotund character actor named Chuck, who'd had bit parts in over a dozen movies and TV shows despite only being 23. It wasn't hard to understand why. Despite being short and chubby, a no-no in this industry, he was also devastatingly handsome, with stylish glasses, hypnotic eyes that sparkled like crystals, and a bushy reddish-brown beard that framed his round face. The bear flag sticker on the bumper of the beat-up Nissan Sentra that he drove to set every morning made it clear that he was born for this role.
The big surprise came in the casting of the homophobic father Carl. They were looking for an actor around 50 years old to play the gruff fire chief, with a similar physique to the actor who was going to play Neil. Up until a week before production started, after auditioning dozens of actors, the production team was losing hope that they'd be able to find anyone who fit the description. Then Tommy walked in the door. He was 53 years old, with gray hair, a bristly mustache, and an imposing round belly. Physically, he was perfect. And his back story was even more perfect. Tommy was a retired police chief from a small town in Georgia who had been interested in acting all his life and had taken part in local theater productions. A few years earlier, he'd decided to retire from law enforcement and move to Los Angeles to pursue his acting dreams full-time. He'd been starring in plays in local theaters, acting in several TV commercials, and working as a background extra in TV shows.
Oh, and there was one other thing about Tommy: he was gay and proud of it. When the production team learned that fact, there was some concern about casting an out gay actor in the role of the homophobic father, but in the end they decided that he was just so damn convincing in the role. Maybe for once a gay actor could get awards attention for playing a straight character.
For the past week, I'd been watching Chuck and Tommy work together on the set, admiring their chemistry. I totally believed them as a depressed son and his overbearing, hateful father.
It was a cool Friday night, the night after my wild orgy with the grips in the back of the grip truck, but more importantly, it was the end of the second week of production on CUB, and I was planning to spend the upcoming weekend catching up on sleep.
It was also the last day of shooting at this location, and the crew had spent the day filming a pivotal scene in the movie where the father Carl catches his son Neil in his bedroom giving a blowjob to a lineman from the local college football team, which was something that supposedly happened to the screenwriter... and something I could definitely identify with.
As much as I would've liked to have been inside the house to see that scene being filmed, as usual I was stuck outside the front of the house locking up the location when the cameras rolled.
It was almost 11:00 when we finally wrapped for the night, and I started handing out Monday's call sheets to crew members eager to finish their work and get home for the weekend. Jesse the Key Grip winked at me mischievously as he picked up a half-dozen copies to hand out to his crew. "Take the weekend to recharge," he said.
"You know I will," I replied.
As the number of crew members began to dwindle, I started to put the remaining call sheets back into their manila envelope.
"Hey, can I get one of those?" A friendly voice piped up behind me.
I turned to see the smiling, handsome, bearded face of Chuck, the star of the movie, clad in a white bathrobe and looking up at me with his bright, sparkling eyes. It was the first time he'd ever spoken to me.
"Sure, sure." I was little flustered, and I fumbled with my stack of call sheets. "Though they should've put one in your trailer."
"I know," he replied. "But I need to head to the makeup trailer first so they can get this body makeup off me. Had to do my big nude scene today, you know."
"Oh yeah, hope that went well." I'd remembered hearing from Bruce that the producers had argued with the director Todd and the screenwriter Kirk about whether the movie needed to show Chuck's naked body. Chuck was totally up for it, and he and Kirk had successfully made the case that body image was a big theme of the film, and it needed the scene where the character of Neil finally showed his body to another man who found him physically desirable. Chuck had needed to be made up with bruises left from an earlier scene where Carl, the father character, had beat him.
"Yeah," Chuck replied, "I think people will be talking about that scene. Tell you one thing, I don't think I'll ever be asked to take my clothes off in a movie again."
"Wish I could've been there to see it," I quipped.
Chuck grinned bashfully. "Thanks. I'm Chuck, by the way."
"Yeah, I know," I said, and we shook hands. "Sloan."
"Cool. Well, see you Monday, Sloan."
I watched as he turned and started strolling towards the makeup trailer parked down the sidewalk. As he reached the door of the trailer, he looked back, saw me still watching him, and grinned and waved. I waved back, happy to have finally made another new friend.
That night I slept for ten solid hours, and I spent the rest of the weekend catching up on TV shows I'd taped on the VCR during the week.
I also made a decision that turned out to be a major turning point in my life, or at least to my physical appearance: I decided to grow a beard. After shaving my face only a couple of times during the first week of production, I didn't even bother during the entire second week. I was in too much of a rush to get out the door in the morning, and I was too exhausted to shave when I got home late at night. During the week my facial hair had grown from a little scruff to a nice, short reddish-brown beard.
I told myself that I'd just stop shaving until we'd wrapped on the movie. At the time, I had no idea that I'd never be clean-shaven ever again.
I did make time to hang out on the roof again with Gabe on Saturday night, where I entertained him with every detail about my orgy with the grips a couple of nights earlier. We both got so horned up that I ended up blowing him and swallowing two more huge loads of his sweet cum.
By the end of the third week of production, I think all of us were looking forward to the upcoming week-long break for Thanksgiving. We'd spent every day of the week at a different location around Los Angeles, finishing up the location shooting for the film. After Thanksgiving weekend, we'd resume production with two weeks of filming on soundstages and sets, which everyone told me would feel like a vacation compared to the last three weeks spent on locations.
My workload on the set was about to change, too, because tonight marked the end of my location lock up duties. As we wrapped, and I handed out call sheets for the Monday after Thanksgiving, I wondered what new duties I'd be assigned when we were on soundstages where we wouldn't have to worry about random people from the neighborhood wandering into the scene.
A couple of nights earlier, I'd gotten the chance to repeat my orgy with the grips in the back of the grip truck after wrapping for the night. The other Sloan had pounded my ass with his big cock while I fucked Jesse the key grip again. Jesse had actually blown Hector and Jacob as Sloan filled my insides with his cum, and I blasted another load deep into Jesse.
Tonight, I watched as Jesse and all the grips hauled filming equipment out of the house and loaded them into the truck. It was going to be a late night for them, and there was little chance of having any fun with them tonight.
As I handed out the last of the call sheets to the crew, I saw Bruce the first A.D. coming out the front door of the house. Immediately I thought he might be looking for me to celebrate the impending vacation week with a good fuck, but then I saw he was holding up a couple more call sheets.
"Hey, Big Daddy," he said as he handed the call sheets to me. "Ready for the down time?"
"Absolutely," I sighed. "Though I'll be eager to see all you guys again after the break."
"So one more thing for you to do, and then you can take off. Can you take these over to Tommy and Chuck? They left for their trailer before we had them printed up, and I gotta go discuss the schedule with the U.P.M."
"Sure," I replied. "Have a happy Thanksgiving."
"You, too," Bruce replied, grinning and giving my crotch a squeeze before going back into the house.
The stars of the movie, Chuck and Tommy, shared a dressing trailer that had been divided in half and was parked a couple of hundred feet down the street from the location. During the past week, Chuck had said hi to me every time he saw me, usually when he was on his way to the set. He was literally in every scene in the movie, so there wasn't much time for pleasantries or conversation.
Still, it was practically a close friendship compared to my encounters with Tommy, the former police chief-turned-actor who was playing his father. Other than a curt, gruff "Hi" or "Good morning," we hadn't exchanged a single word in the three weeks we'd been shooting. I didn't know whether he was unfriendly or if he was just staying in character. He was an incredibly attractive, chubby daddy, and in any other circumstance I'd be dying to get fucked by him, but by this point I was a bit scared of him.
I thought that maybe since I was already friendly with Chuck, he could make things easier for me and introduce me to Tommy. I made a beeline to Chuck's dressing room and knocked on the door. But there was no answer. Even though I probably shouldn't have, I opened the door and peered in. It was vacant. Maybe Chuck had already gone home. Damn, I thought, I'd have to knock on Tommy's door and probably get a cold reception.
I went over to the door to Tommy's dressing room on the other half of the trailer and knocked. There was no answer, either. That was weird.
That's when I noticed that the trailer was moving. Well, not exactly moving, but rocking. Even though it was dark, I could see the outline of the trailer bouncing back and forth almost imperceptibly. There was definitely someone moving around inside.
So I opened the door to Tommy's room and immediately saw why nobody had heard me knocking on the door.
Chuck was naked and on all fours on the floor of the trailer, bent over a beanbag for support, while Tommy, also naked, was on his knees behind him, fucking him doggy style. They were both wearing their glasses, but they also both had their eyes squeezed shut and were grunting and groaning as their bodies moved in unison, glistening with sweat.
"Uh, fuck me, daddy," Chuck grunted loudly, his chubby body heaving as Tommy's dick plowed into his ass over and over again. With his big, thick beard and body covered in dark brown fuzz, Chuck looked like a giant teddy bear.
Tommy's body was also furry all over, only his fur looked coarse and mostly a dark gray. He was barrel-chested and big bellied, and with his combed gray hair and gray mustache, he still looked every bit the small-town police chief that he used to be. That is, he would if he wasn't currently fucking a chubby, bearded man less than half his age.
Chuck opened his eyes and reacted in surprise when he saw me. "Sloan!" Instead of being perturbed by the interruption, he seemed pleased, greeting me with a big smile.
Tommy stopped his thrusting and opened his eyes. His initial reaction appeared to be one of annoyance, eyeing me with what looked like a scowl. "Who's this?"
"It's Sloan, one of the P.A.s," Chuck said, making perhaps the weirdest introduction that I'd ever seen. "Come on in, Sloan. Close the door."
"Sorry," I said sheepishly as I stepped into the trailer, holding up the call sheets and closing the door behind me. "Bruce asked me to bring you these."
Tommy finally smiled when he realized that I wasn't any kind of a threat. He had a big, friendly smile that transformed his appearance from gruff to adorable. "Put those down and get over here, Sloan."
I put the call sheets down on a table next to me, and Tommy held out his hand to shake.
"I'm Tommy," he said as we shook hands, and I recognized the slick feeling of lube on his fingers. I take back what I said earlier; THIS was the weirdest introduction I'd ever seen.
I watched as Tommy then pulled his stiff cock out of Chuck's ass, Chuck letting out a low moan as it popped out. Tommy's penis wasn't particularly long, but it was thick like a soda can. Chuck got up and sat back against a wall, and I finally got a good look at his naked body. He had a wonderfully fat body with a huge chest and a big, round belly. His chest and belly were sprinkled with dark brown fur. And he had a beautiful, thick, fully hard cock that looked almost identical to Tommy's. I chuckled from the thought that the producers had no idea that they'd cast these two actors as father and son almost too perfectly.
"So..." I decided that I should say something to break the tension. "How long has this been going on?"
Chuck grinned. "Only started this week. When we first started production, we'd agreed to try to keep everything strictly professional."
"Just like a real dad and son," Tommy quipped, and they both laughed. "But look at that face. How could you not want to fuck this boy?"
I looked over at Chuck's handsome face, and I saw a hungry look in his eyes. "I totally get it," I responded.
"You wanna fuck me?" Chuck asked.
"You have no idea how much," I answered, wasting no time in removing my clothes. Chuck and Tommy both stood and started pawing at me, helping me peel off my clothes and dump them on the floor until I was as naked as they were.
"Look at that," Chuck murmured as he grasped my stiffening cock with his hand and massaged it to a full erection. He then got down on his knees and took it into his mouth, sucking on it as I moaned.
Tommy placed his hand on the back of my neck, pulling my face down to his and pressing his lips to mine. We kissed hungrily, his bristly mustache scratching my own only recently bearded face. I reached down and pumped his hard, stout cock with my hand. He growled as he kissed me harder, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
Chuck finally pulled his mouth off my cock and stood. I broke my kiss with Tommy and leaned down to kiss Chuck, his thick, soft beard rubbing against my face.
"Now it's time for you to fuck my boy," Tommy growled as he handed me a bottle of lube.
Chuck laughed as he turned and got down on all fours on the beanbag again, presenting his plump, pink ass to me as I lubed up my erection, which was practically pulsing.
"Fuck me, Sloan," Chuck groaned as I knelt on the floor behind him. "I want to feel your huge cock inside me."
His asshole was already well-prepared by Tommy's thick penis, and I slid my much larger cock into his warm body with ease. He let out a delighted sigh as I shoved my entire shaft all the way into him.
"Your ass feels so good," I said as I started thrusting my cock into his ass.
"Yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard," Chuck cried out, clearly someone who liked to have his ass pounded.
I was happy to oblige, pummeling his ass with so much force that each time I thrust into him, he seemed to grunt a lungful of air.
Meanwhile, Tommy stood over us, pumping his erect cock with his fist as he ran his other hand over my body, enjoying the feel of my increasingly sweaty flesh.
I enjoyed the sight of Chuck's large, rotund body trembling and heaving before me, but I wanted to see the expression on his face as I fucked him. I stopped my thrusts and pulled out of him.
"I want to look at your face," I explained. "Get up on here." I patted the beanbag.
Chuck rolled over onto his back, grinning widely, his hard, thick cock poking up. I couldn't help myself. I bent down and enveloped his entire penis with my mouth.
"Oh yeah," Chuck groaned as I sucked fervently on his cock. His immense body writhed on the beanbag as blew him, eager to taste his cum.
"Yeah," Tommy grunted, masturbating as he stood over us. "Suck him off. Make him shoot in your mouth."
Chuck placed both his hands on my head, holding it as he humped his big hips, fucking my mouth.
"You're gonna make me cum," he groaned, "you're gonna make me cum."
Chuck suddenly growled like a bear as he squeezed his eyes shut, and he shook as his cum spurted out of his thick cock and filled my mouth.
"Oh fuck," he whimpered as he thrust his cock into my mouth a few more times, pumping out more sperm. I happily gulped down his juice, feeling it warm my throat and belly.
"Yeah, boy," Tommy growled, "swallow it all."
As I pulled my mouth off his cock, Chuck opened his eyes and looked at me through his steamed-over glasses as he grinned. "Thanks, Sloan."
"Oh, we're not finished, yet." I grinned back as I grabbed his ankles and lifted up his hefty legs, pressing my cockhead against his asshole.
Chuck cried out again as I slid into him and started fucking him forcefully. I released my grip on his ankles, and he grabbed the back of his knees and spread his thick legs on either side of my body so that I could lay my sweaty body on top of his and kiss him as I humped him.
As I pummeled Chuck's ass with my pounding shaft, I felt Tommy kneeling on the floor behind me, pressing his cock against my asshole. "Yeah, daddy," I moaned, "I want your cock in my ass."
"Good boy," Tommy growled as he pushed into me and began fucking my ass with fervor.
As our large bodies humped in unison, I found myself thinking that this was probably the closest I'd ever come to being sandwiched between a father and son, even if it was a fictional father and son.
I broke my kiss with Chuck and looked deep into his eyes, which looked glazed over and filled with happy tears even behind his fogged-up glasses. I brushed his hair lovingly with my fingers, enjoying the look of sheer desire on his face. At the same time, my own expression was probably one of dazed ecstasy as Tommy's thick cock pounded into my ass.
"You like my cock in your ass, don't you?" I murmured to Chuck. "You want me to fill you up with my sperm."
"Yeah, Sloan," Chuck moaned in response. "Fill me up."
As I felt my climax barreling towards me, I pressed my lips against Chuck's again, our beards rubbing together as we kissed passionately. I whimpered as my cum exploded from my pounding cock and shot deep into his body.
"Yeah, boy," Tommy grunted as my ass squeezed his thrusting shaft, "you're gonna make me shoot. Daddy's gonna shoot."
Tommy pressed his hands against my back and ratcheted up his thrusts. He suddenly growled, and I felt his already thick dick swelling even more and then spurting his hot load into my ass. His sweat dripped off his hairy body onto my back as he shuddered.
"Both of you are good boys," he declared, playfully slapping the side of my ass as he pulled his penis out of me and massaged my sore asshole with his fingers.
I looked into Chuck's beautiful eyes again.
"I gotta tell you... This is the best film shoot I've ever been on," he said, grinning.
"No kidding," Tommy replied, getting to his feet so that I could pull my softening cock out of Chuck's ass.
Chuck moaned and shivered as I pulled out of him, and I saw rivulets of my huge load drip out of his hairy asshole onto the beanbag beneath him. He finally laid back on the beanbag, and I took a moment to gaze at his big, sweat-soaked body. To my surprise, his penis was fully hard again.
"I don't think I'm ready to go home," he said, running his fingers along his erection.
Tommy chuckled. "Yeah, you're not done, yet, son."
I watched as he dropped to his knees before his movie son and started giving him a frenzied blowjob. A couple of minutes later, Chuck let out a cry and pumped his second load of the night down his movie dad's hungry throat.
"Happy Thanksgiving, guys," I said with a grin as Tommy gulped down every drop of sperm.