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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 19: Falling Down
January 2003
"Hey Sloan, is that you?"
I turned too quickly to see who was calling from across the street, but before I could see who it was, I slipped on a patch of icy sidewalk and immediately tumbled onto my ass on a pile of hard-packed snow.
I groaned as a bruising pain shot through my body. I hadn't felt anything like that since my football-playing days in college. At least I was wearing a thickly padded ski jacket that partially broke my fall.
When the worst of the pain had subsided, and I opened my eyes, I found the handsome, bearded face of Chuck, the star of CUB, looking down at me. He was standing over me, also bundled up in puffy winter clothes, and he had a look on his face that was a combination of horror and concern.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Chuck blurted out as he knelt to help me up.
"I'm okay," I replied as I sat up. "I'm just hoping that no one else saw that. The last thing I need is to be known as the fat guy who died slipping on ice on the first day of the festival."
I looked around and saw that there were dozens of people all around, probably powerful film industry professionals, who had all witnessed my unceremonious tumble. Seeing that the fat man had not indeed been seriously injured in the fall, they all quickly went along their way, leaving Chuck to attend to me.
"Sorry," Chuck said. "I shouldn't have called out to you like that. These icy conditions can be rough."
It was a Thursday in January, and the Sundance Film Festival was about to begin that evening. Kirk and I had flown into Salt Lake City and taken a shuttle to Park City the night before. CUB was going to have its premiere at the festival on Sunday. Much of the cast and crew were making the pilgrimage to attend the premiere and subject themselves to interviews with the film press. There was a lot of interest in Kirk because everyone had heard that his script was almost entirely autobiographical. Troy the producer had even started a rumor that Kirk's real-life father might be at the premiere, but Kirk assured me that there was zero chance of that happening.
Kirk had rented a townhouse on a road overlooking downtown Park City, and we'd spent the night fucking on the king-sized bed and then soaking in the jacuzzi on the snow-covered balcony of the rental. I'd never been in a hot tub in freezing temperatures before, and I found it delightful.
Now that it was Thursday, and the festival was about to begin, Kirk had to spend the day picking up his filmmaker credentials and meeting with various film industry folks as they arrived in Park City. He told me that I should take a walk down Main Street and get to know the town, but that I should be careful because it was 34 degrees, and the streets and sidewalks were still slick with snow and ice from a snowstorm that had blown through the previous week. "Don't fall down" was Kirk's mantra as I headed out to explore.
I'd actually been enjoying the day, dropping into the quaint stores along Main Street, many of which sold Native American and Western-themed art. I also paused to look at the façade of the Egyptian Theatre, where CUB would have its premiere that weekend.
And then Chuck called my name from across the street, and I fell down despite Kirk's repeated warnings. I groaned as Chuck helped me to my feet.
"Is Tommy with you?" I asked as I finally stood, trying to regain my dignity. I'd been curious if Chuck was still dating that actor who played his dad in the movie.
"He's back at the hotel getting cleaned up," Chuck answered. "We just got here this morning."
"You guys still together?"
Chuck grinned. "Yup. We heard you were working for Kirk now, and we were hoping we'd see you here."
"Yeah, I've been his assistant for over a year already."
Chuck held my arm as I took a step and immediately winced from the pain. "Oh man, maybe we should go back to our hotel so you can lie down. It's just a couple of blocks away."
I looked at his worried expression and grinned mischievously. "And maybe catch up on old times?"
Chuck's look of concern melted into amusement. "I was hoping you'd say that."
"Hey, look who I found," Chuck called out as he helped me through the door of his hotel room. The pain from my fall had mostly subsided, but Chuck still insisted that I put my arm around his shoulders for support. It felt like I was hugging his adorable chubby frame, so I didn't want to tell him that I could walk perfectly well on my own. We kicked off our shoes once we were inside.
"It better be someone cute." I recognized the gruff voice coming from inside the room.
When we rounded the corner, I saw Tommy, the actor who played Chuck's homophobic dad in CUB, casually lounging on the hotel bed, freshly showered and completely naked, his hairy, chubby, daddybear body looking just as enticing as it did the last time I saw him more than a year earlier. He still had a mustache, but now he'd also grown a bristly gray beard to match.
He smiled when he saw me and Chuck lumbering into the room, but then his smile turned into a frown when he saw Chuck acting as my crutch.
"I'm afraid I hit a patch of ice," I explained as Tommy climbed off the bed to assist us.
"It was my fault," Chuck added sheepishly. "I called out his name, and I think I startled him."
"Let's get these clothes off you and get you into bed." Tommy grinned as he unzipped my puffy ski jacket.
He and Chuck then started to peel off my winter clothes layer by layer until I was standing there in just my boxers and socks. Chuck looked over my torso, then knelt down to look at my legs and thighs.
"I don't see any bruises," he declared.
"Just my ego," I replied, then explained to Tommy, "it was witnessed by a whole bunch of film industry bigwigs."
Tommy grinned. "I think we should remove the rest just to be sure."
He then yanked down my boxers to reveal my rapidly stiffening cock, which was right in front of Chuck's eyes. A big smile spread across his bearded face.
"I was hoping I'd get a chance to see this again," he murmured, then he leaned forward and enveloped the end of my cock with his mouth and began sucking.
I moaned as Chuck blew me expertly, no doubt having had a lot of practice on Tommy during the past year. As for Tommy, he stood behind me and reached around me to run his hands over my broad chest, rubbing my nipples with his rough fingers. I felt his penis brushing against my ass as it hardened, and his bristly beard scratched my back.
I looked down at Chuck as his head bobbed up and down on my dick and realized that he was still fully dressed. That needed to be remedied immediately.
"Hey, I think I need to lie down," I said. "And you need to get out of that winter gear."
Chuck pulled my wet erection out of his mouth and looked up at me, smiling. "Sorry, almost forgot the reason we came up here."
As Chuck stood and started removing his coat, Tommy took my arm and guided me to the bed. I collapsed onto it and rolled onto my back. Tommy climbed on bed next to me and immediately reached over to run his fingers over my hard cock resting on my stomach. We both watched Chuck as he stripped off all of his clothes, gradually revealing his big, round, furry teddy bear body.
Chuck joined us on the bed and climbed on top of me, getting up on his knees so that his body loomed over me. "You need to rest," he said as he grabbed my shaft and lowered his ass towards it, preparing to ride me cowboy style. "Let me do all the work."
Tommy grinned as he watched his young boyfriend lower himself onto my cock, inserting the tip into his asshole and then sliding his body down the slick shaft. "I love it when he does this to me," Tommy said to me, playfully rubbing my belly.
Closing his eyes, Chuck had a beatific expression of pure bliss on his face as he slid me into his body until he was sitting on me with my entire cock inside of him. I looked up to admire the sight of Chuck's big, furry body towering over me, and I reached up to squeeze his thick, soft pecs with my hands. He opened his eyes, looked down at my face, and started thrusting his hips back and forth, letting my shaft slide in and out of his body.
"Yeah, boy," Tommy groaned as he watched Chuck riding me, "fuck my boy good."
"Fuck yeah," I moaned, relishing the feeling of my cock plunging into Chuck's warm, moist ass over and over.
Tommy knelt over me, positioning his stiff cock at my face. "Suck my cock, boy," he growled as he pressed his cockhead, dripping with precum, against my lips. I was happy to open my mouth and let him slide it in. I sucked greedily on it, eager to taste his cum. He stroked my hair with his strong hand like he was petting a dog. "That's a good boy," he sighed as he gently fucked my mouth.
Chuck was bucking on top of me as he rode my cock. "Yeah, daddy," he whimpered, "fuck my ass. Shoot your load into me."
I moved a hand down from his chest to his erect cock, which was bouncing up and down on my belly as he bounced up and down on me. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and started pumping on it, wanting to coax a load out of him while I was still inside him.
"Oh god, daddy," Chuck squealed from the sensation of being fucked while having his cock stimulated. "This feels so fucking good."
Tommy leaned over to Chuck, and they started kissing passionately, our bodies forming a triangle of thick flesh. I sucked hungrily on Tommy's dick until I heard him groan, and his shaft began to swell in my mouth.
I moaned with delight as Tommy's body shook over me, and his cock throbbed in my mouth, filling it with jets of his hot, thick semen. He and Chuck continued to kiss, and his orgasmic groans were muffled by Chuck's thick beard.
I swallowed every drop of Tommy's delicious cum and continued to suckle on his cock even after he finished shooting his load. After about a minute, he finally broke his kiss with Chuck and pulled his softening penis out of my mouth. He looked down at me and gave me a grateful smile. "Thanks, boy."
"Uh, oh my god." Chuck let out a whine as I felt his erection harden like rock in my fist. "I'm gonna cum. Oh god."
I watched in fascination as his entire big, round body heaved and shook on top of me. He opened his mouth wide and let out a wail. His cock pulsed in my hand, and a thick rope of his white jizz shot straight out of the tip and splattered across my belly and chest. The muscles in his ass contracted around my own penis, still buried deep inside him, as he shot more jets of his sperm onto my stomach.
Tommy suddenly pushed my hand away and dove towards Chuck's ejaculating cock, engulfing it with his mouth to catch the remaining shots of cum erupting from his boyfriend. Chuck moaned as Tommy greedily swallowed his sperm.
The sight of Chuck's orgasming body on top of me pushed me over the edge. "Fuuuuck!" I cried out as I climaxed, spurting my own load deep into him.
While I was still filling Chuck's ass with my sperm, Tommy pulled his mouth of his cock and got up so he could look at the expression on my face as I came. Chuck then leaned forward to lay his body on top of me, kissing me as his hot, sticky cum pressed between our big bellies. I moaned as I pumped the last of my sperm into him.
"Good boys," Tommy growled as he ran his hand across Chuck's broad sweaty back.
Chuck finally rolled off me, my cock sliding out of his ass, onto the bed next to me. Tommy laid down on my other side, and we all just lay there, breathing heavily.
"Thanks, guys," I sighed as we caught out breaths. "I'm feeling much better now."
"That's good," Tommy said, his gruff voice sounding more gentle now. He ran his hand over Chuck's sticky cum on my stomach. "So now that we've got you here, what's the deal between you and our screenwriter?"
Chuck laughed. "Yeah, everyone from the CUB team's been gossiping about it."
"That's weird," I responded, "because I thought everyone was gossiping about the two of you."
"Oh, that's old news," Chuck replied. "They all know that Tommy and I are together." He rolled over to look me in the eye. "So spill, what's going on between you and that hot piece of bear meat?"
I laughed. "You mean, the guy you played in the movie?"
"Pretty hot when you think about it," Tommy chuckled.
"Well," I said, "I'm Kirk's assistant."
Chuck punched my shoulder playfully. "Come on, you gotta give us more than that."
"Let's just say I assist him with everything. And most days that includes assisting him in emptying his balls."
Tommy let out a hearty laugh. "We knew it!"
"But is that all?" Chuck pressed for more information. "Are you, like, committed?"
"Oh god, no!" I responded a little bit too quickly and emphatically, and both Chuck and Tommy seemed taken aback. "I mean, no, I don't think so. We haven't discussed it in a while, but the last time we did, Kirk definitely didn't seem like he wanted to be in a relationship."
"So, strictly professional," Tommy remarked ironically.
"Strictly professional," I repeated.
And then we all started to laugh, and we couldn't stop laughing. I finally had to stop when I did begin to feel pain from my earlier tumble again.
"Well, you definitely can't say that about us," Chuck said as he and Tommy both sat up and leaned over my body so that they could engage in a loving kiss.
As I watched their display of genuine affection over me, I started to feel envious of their relationship. And then I felt a pain in my belly. Not from the fall, but a feeling of unease that came with a sudden insecurity about my own relationship with Kirk. What was our deal, anyway?