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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 20: Press
"Sundance virgin?" Bill the film journalist asked from across the table in the coffee shop on Main Street in Park City.
"First time at any festival," I answered, taking a sip of my latte.
It was Monday morning, and CUB had just premiered at the festival a day earlier to mostly very positive reactions. The director Todd, actors Chuck and Tommy, and Kirk had participated in a q&a after the screening, and the audience couldn't stop asking Kirk questions about how much of the story was taken directly from his life. Now that word had gotten out about the film and the story behind it, several journalists had contacted the film's publicist to schedule interviews with Kirk.
But the publicist had scheduled too many interviews too close together on this morning, and Kirk had called to tell me that he had gotten to his last interview late. Now he was going to be late to the interview at the coffee shop with Bill Miller from the online film magazine IndieShot. Kirk asked if I could run over to the coffee shop and keep the journalist entertained until he got there.
And I literally did have to run, because Kirk was supposed to meet Bill in five minutes. I was terrified that I was going to take another tumble on the still-icy sidewalks of Main Street. However, I did manage to make it to the coffee shop unscathed and only a couple of minutes late.
When I entered the coffee shop, my eyes were immediately drawn to the bear with the dark hair and impressive, thick beard sitting at a table in the corner. He was dressed in a plaid flannel shirt, jeans, and boots. A woolly, navy blue peacoat was draped over the back of his chair. He was scribbling notes into a notebook on the table in front of him.
Spotting a press badge on a lanyard hanging around his neck, I made a beeline towards him, hoping that he was the guy I was sent there to meet.
He looked up from his notebook as I neared the table. When he saw me lumbering towards him, his handsome face broke out into a warm smile. "Well, hello there." He raised an eyebrow, probably a subconscious tic, looking a little confused. "You're not Kirk Robinson."
"So sorry about this." I tried to sound as apologetic as I could as I handed him my business card. "I'm Kirk's assistant. He got held up at another interview and will be here as soon as he can."
"So he sent you to babysit," he replied with a playful glint in his eye, his voice warm and friendly, as he stood and extended a large hand. "Bill Miller."
"Sloan." As I shook his hand, I looked him over. He was tall and thick, but not wide or barrel-chested like most of the bears I'd known. He may have been an athlete in his high school days, but now, a decade later, it was clear that he didn't have much time for exercise. As a result, he was just a little doughy with a pleasingly round beergut. There was no way to know for sure unless I got him out of those thick lumberjack clothes, though.
That's when I caught him looking up and down my body. He was checking me out, as well, and his smile told me that he liked what he saw.
"Well, grab a coffee and take a seat," he said, gesturing to the counter, "when you get back, we can keep each other company until your boss gets here."
I grinned. "It may be a while." I was hoping it would be a while.
"He's on his way," I announced to Bill as I closed my cell phone. Kirk had just called to tell me he'd be there in a couple of minutes.
"Awesome," Bill replied, though I detected a hint of disappointment in his voice. "So yeah, as I was saying, it really reminded me of my own life." He'd been telling me how much he liked and identified with CUB.
"Oh, where'd you grow up?" I asked, taking a sip of my coffee. I'd been gazing at his warm, puppy dog eyes while he'd been talking. They made him look a little bit sad all the time. His secret weapon were his super-expressive eyebrows, which seemed to always betray what he was thinking at any moment.
"A small town outside Austin," he answered. "But I live in Austin now."
"No shit." I perked up. "I grew up in Cicero. Only moved to L.A. about a year-and-a-half ago."
"Wow, a fellow Texan." Bill grinned. "Well, I'm glad we met. Wish we had more time to chat." He suddenly perked up. "Hey, you free for dinner tonight?"
That took me by surprise. "Well, I do have a ticket for a screening at seven, but I could blow that off. What'd you have in mind?"
"Believe it or not, there's a pretty excellent pizza joint on Park Avenue. Why don't we meet there and continue the conversation?"
I nodded. "Let's do it." But then a worrying thought entered my mind. "But hey, don't tell Kirk about it. I'm supposed to be working."
"I don't want to get you into trouble. What're you gonna tell him?"
"It'll be fine. I'll just tell him I'm still going to that screening."
"All right." Bill held up my business card. "I'll give you a call later with the details."
Just at that moment, I saw Kirk bounding into the restaurant, seemingly out of breath. He'd obviously sprinted over from his other interview.
"Sorry, sorry," Kirk panted as he shuffled over to our table and shook Bill's hand.
"Not at all," Bill responded graciously. "We were just chatting about how great your movie is."
Kirk smiled at me. "Thanks, Sloan."
I stood to leave. "I'll meet you at the library for the two o'clock screening." There was another screening of CUB at the Park City Library, one of the venues for the festival.
"Nice meetin' you," Bill said, smirking, then he turned to Kirk, suddenly all business. "So, first question. How's your festival experience been so far?"
That night, I met Bill at the pizza restaurant on Park, and we were finally able to relax and have a completely casual conversation. Despite only being 26, he was a film festival veteran, and this was actually his fifth trip to Sundance. After he'd graduated from college, the only job he could get in Austin was at a Blockbuster video store. He had come to the 1999 and 2000 festivals as merely a movie lover with a Geocities website where he'd post his festival journal and film reviews. After the 2000 festival, the IndieShot website contacted him and offered him a paying job as their festival correspondent.
I didn't go into many specifics about my life, mostly talking about how I came to work for Kirk, and how I was helping Kirk work through other script ideas. Kirk had finished a first draft of BASHER a couple of months earlier, but he'd been too focused on the Sundance premiere of CUB to start work on a second draft.
Bill did want to learn more about me, so I told him that he could find some juicy stories about my life online. Sounding intrigued, he promised he'd search for them later.
"Fuck, it's cold," I exclaimed as we exited the restaurant into the dark, freezing night and the snow-covered streets. It was past nine, and the temperature had plunged into the teens, typical for Park City this time of year. We were both bundled up in our heavy winter clothing.
Bill chuckled as he buttoned up his peacoat and wrapped a scarf around his neck. "You get used to it. Which way you headed?"
I pointed down the street. "Our rental's down that way."
Bill smiled. "Oh good, my hotel's that way, too. You can walk me there."
As we walked down the street side-by-side, I took notice of how muffled everything sounded, the result of a landscape covered in snow.
"It's so quiet," I remarked.
"Yeah," Bill replied. "I like it. So peaceful." He pointed across the street to a dark snowy grove of trees. "We can cut through there to Woodside. My hotel's there."
We crossed the street and were soon traipsing through the secluded grove. All we could hear were the sounds of our feet crunching through the snow and our own labored breathing from the high altitude.
"Okay, this may have been a mistake." Bill wheezed as we trudged through the foot-deep snow, which seemed to grow deeper and deeper. "One thing you don't get used to is the thin air."
"I've heard them say that it makes everyone light-headed and more inclined to like the movies."
Bill laughed. "That could be the reason they hold the festival here." Suddenly, he yelled out. "Fuck!" It was followed by a muffled crunch. He'd slipped and fallen on his back into a snowbank. I rushed over to him and found him wiggling his limbs like a flipped-over turtle. "God damn it," he groaned. "I thought I'd make it through the festival without falling down."
"That's okay," I said as I knelt to help him up. "I fell down within hours of arriving here."
Bill grabbed my outstretched hand, and I started to pull him up. However, I'd underestimated his weight, and I lost my balance and suddenly fell on top of his flailing body. We both broke out into laughter as we lay there in the snow, our bodies shaking in unison.
"Well," Bill sighed, "I'd be lying if I said I didn't hope we'd end up in this position. Just thought it'd be back in my hotel room." He then raised his head and kissed me, his thick beard rubbing against my own beard and my face. It felt like a wool sweater. He pulled his head back and looked into my eyes, smiling. "Sorry, just needed to warm myself up."
I smiled back. "Happy to help you with that."
I slid down his body, and not even caring that we were lying in a mound of snow, I pulled off my gloves, unzipped his jeans, reached in, and pulled out his already rock hard seven-inch penis.
"Uuuugh," Bill groaned as I plunged his erection into my warm mouth. "I feel warmer already."
As I sucked excitedly on his rod, I ran my tongue over the contours of his cock, enjoying the feel of it in my mouth. It caused Bill to squirm and giggle in ecstasy. Bobbing my head up and down, I let my lips glide over his shaft while applying as much suction as I could. I wanted to bring him to climax as quickly as possible so that we wouldn't have to spend another minute in the freezing snow.
However, Bill wasn't in quite a rush. He pushed himself up into a sitting position, forcing me to pull my mouth off his cock. I looked up at him forlornly.
"Get on your back," he commanded, pushing on my shoulders.
I rolled off him onto my back. Now I was the one lying in the snow. Bill climbed on top of me until he was on all fours with his stiff dick dangling towards my face, and I suddenly understood. He wanted to sixty-nine in the snow.
I enveloped his cock with my mouth again and started sucking it with gusto as he unzipped my jeans. I felt his warm fingers wrapping around my cock and pulling it out into the frigid air. However, it was soon warmed by the wetness of his mouth as he began sucking eagerly on it.
We were all alone out there in the dark, snowy grove, but it must have been quite sight, two giant, bearded men clad in thick clothing, their heads bobbing up and down over each other's crotches. The snowy landscape muffled the sounds of our moans and the slurping sounds of our mouths moving up and down each other's shafts.
I heard Bill's moans become louder, and I knew that he was nearing his climax. With my erect dick still buried in his mouth, he let out a stifled cry, and his cock began to pulse in my mouth. A jet of his cum shot into my mouth, followed by another and another. I moaned in delight as I swallowed each hot spurt.
The taste of his cum was all I needed. I thrust my hips, shoving my cock deep into his mouth and blasting my load down his throat. Our bodies writhed together as our orgasms swept through us, and we filled each other's bellies with our jizz. We both made gulping sounds as we swallowed the last of our sperm.
Bill pulled his mouth off my cock. "Let's get back to my hotel. I need to get out of these clothes."
As soon as we got into Bill's hotel room and closed the door, we practically tore off each other's clothes, no easy feat with our layers of winter coats, sweaters, and thermal underwear.
When I pulled off the sweater that Bill had on under his peacoat, I found that he was wearing a thin, white thermal shirt that hugged his doughy torso like a second skin. I have to admit that at this moment, the sight of this stretchy material showing off every curve and mound of his body was like a new fetish revealing itself to me. I ran my fingers over the outline of his fleshy pecs and pudgy belly, getting even more turned on, before pulling the shirt up as if I were peeling it off.
I found that his chest and stomach were covered in coarse dark brown fur that matched his beard. I ran my hand across it, and he let out a sigh. As soon as I had bared my own torso, I leaned in and kissed him as we fumbled with each other's jeans and underwear, pushing them down and kicking them onto the floor until we were both naked, our cocks fully hard again despite having cum in each other's mouths earlier that night. Our hands grasped for the other's erection, and we masturbated one another as our kiss intensified, our beards smashing and rubbing together.
Bill finally broke the kiss and looked at me with desperate eyes. "I want you inside me." The lust in his voice was palpable.
As I retrieved my lube and slicked up my erection, Bill laid back on the edge of the hotel bed. He clearly wanted to look at me while I fucked him. I approached the bed, standing over him and looking down at his adorably pudgy, furry body. I ran my hand down his hairy chest and stomach again, then played with his erect dick lying against his belly.
"God, you're cute," I murmured, which caused him to smile bashfully.
"Thanks," he replied, though he still had a sad-sack expression on his face. "You're so fucking hot."
I reached down and grabbed his calves, lifting them up, and then position my cock at his waiting asshole. Bill's eyes widened in anticipation, then they closed as my cock entered him and slowly slid in. His mouth opened wide, and he let out a happy moan as I shoved my shaft all the way into his body.
"Fuck, thank you," he whimpered as he opened his eyes to look at my own blissful expression.
"Don't thank me, yet," I replied. "I've barely even started."
A big smile appeared on his face as I began to fuck his ass, slowly and steadily pulling out and then pushing back in. I watched his furry belly jiggle with each thrust as he let out a grunt.
After a couple of minutes of fucking him, I felt the muscles in Bill's legs tightening and realized that his raised legs were starting to cramp.
I pulled out of him and lowered his legs to the side, rolling his body onto his left side.
"I wanna try something," I explained.
With Bill lying on his side and his legs bent up, I pressed my cock against his asshole and entered him again. He let out a long sigh, turning his head to look up at me as I resumed fucking his ass.
"Oh yeah, that's good," he moaned as I developed a steady rhythm. "Yeah, fuck me."
This position also gave me an excellent view of my shaft sliding in and out of his asshole over and over again. The sight excited me even more. I saw that Bill's penis was still fully erect, and I reached down and grasped it, pumping it with my fist, causing him to moan even louder.
"Oh god, oh god," he started to chant. "You're gonna make me cum. You're gonna make me shoot!"
"Yeah, shoot it," I growled. "Shoot your hot load."
Bill groaned loudly as his cock throbbed in my hand, spurting jets of his creamy white jizz onto the bedspread. His body shook as he came, and the muscles of his ass squeezed against my thrusting cock.
"Oh Jesus, you're gonna make me cum. Aaahhh!" I cried out as I unloaded my sperm into his waiting ass, blasting his insides with hot liquid.
Bill moaned. "Oh my god, I can feel it shooting inside me. That's so fucking hot."
"Yeah, boy," I growled as I kept fucking his ass. Both of our orgasms subsided as both our cocks squeezed out our last drops of cum.
Bill had a wide-eyed look of amazement, his mouth agape. "Wow," was all he could manage to utter.
"Don't tell me this is the first time you've done this at the festival."
He looked up at me. "Seriously, no, I never have. I didn't even think I could ever do anything like this here. Thanks."
"Well, if you ever find yourself in L.A., you have my number."
We both laughed, then sighed as I leaned down to kiss him again.
I felt like I was walking on air as I walked through the dark, freezing, snowy Park City night back to Kirk's rental townhouse.
As soon as opened the door, I found Kirk standing there, his arms crossed, a look of both sadness and regret on his face. The light feeling dissipated in an instant.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"We need to talk," Kirk said, sounding resigned.