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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 23: Utilities
April 2003
"Happy birthday, buddy," Gabe bellowed as he hoisted a pint of Guinness and clinked it against mine with so much force that beer sloshed out of our glasses and spilled over our hands.
"Babe, you're making a mess." Tina laughed as she rushed to wipe Gabe's hand with a napkin. "Happy birthday, Sloan."
"Aw, he knows I'm a slob," Gabe replied as he handed me a napkin.
We were back in the Irish pub where Gabe and I had gotten drunk a year-and-a-half earlier before we ended up going back to the apartment and fucking for the first time. The difference this time was that we were joined by Tina, the gorgeous, petite blonde spitfire whom Gabe had been dating for over a month.
The week after my wild night of fucking with Gabe after I'd lost my job, Tina had strolled off the sidewalk into Gabe's coffee shop, and within seconds of taking her order, he'd made her laugh with his goofy jokes. They chatted while she waited for her order, and by the time she picked up her latte, he'd invited her to one of his shows at the comedy theater. After seeing him perform, she was smitten. And best of all, as she admitted to him once they'd gone on a few dates and they felt more comfortable talking about their secret fetishes, she absolutely loved chubby guys.
Tina worked in the box office of a concert venue in Hollywood, so she had all sorts of contacts in the concert and nightlife scene. I was so happy that Gabe had finally found a girlfriend, and a very cool one at that, but at the same time I was bummed that the roommates-with-benefits thing I had going with him was almost certainly over.
Also, it wasn't actually my birthday. My birthday had been on Saturday, two days earlier, but Gabe had a comedy show that night and Tina was working the box office at a concert, so we had to wait until this Monday night to celebrate together. I was happy to be able to spend some time with Gabe. Since he'd started dating Tina, he'd been spending a lot of nights at her apartment in East Hollywood.
Meanwhile, I was on unemployment and still unsuccessfully hunting for a new job. As I combed through job listings, whenever I came across a job that I thought sounded interesting, inevitably I lacked the required experience or qualifications. At least I had a good amount of money saved up from my year of working for Kirk, so I wouldn't need to beg for money from my Dad for a while.
Since this was one of the rare nights when neither Tina nor Gabe had to work, they were going to go see a late-night movie (Rob Zombie's HOUSE OF 1000 CORPSES, in case you're interested) after celebrating my birthday with dinner and drinks. So once we'd finished downing our pints of Guinness, it was time for us to exchange hugs on the sidewalk outside the pub before going our separate ways, which for me meant walking back to our apartment.
As I walked north on Las Palmas towards Franklin Avenue, the sounds of the bustling Hollywood Boulevard faded away. However, as I neared Yucca Street, I noticed the lights of construction vehicles and the sounds of jackhammers up ahead. As I got closer to the commotion, I saw signage indicating that the LA DWP, or Department of Water and Power, was at work, pounding a hole deep into the middle of the street.
Normally, I would've just turned onto another street to bypass the road work, but then I caught sight of a burly worker in a white hard hat, protective glasses, and a reflective orange vest. He was tall, probably a few inches taller than me, and had a magnificent reddish-brown beard. He looked like he was in his mid-thirties. Even in the dark, I could tell that he was an exceptionally handsome bear of a man.
I also happened to first lay eyes on him just as he cupped his groin with one of his beefy hands and adjusted the large bulge in his jeans. It appeared to be a subconscious action, but one that I certainly took notice of. He was busy looking into the pit in the middle of the street, pointing and yelling something unintelligible to the men working down there.
I moved closer, stopping at a barrier blocking the sidewalk, where I could hear some of what he was saying.
"No, no," he barked in a gruff voice, "it's coming from over there. To your left! I can see the water pooling there!"
From what I could gather, they were repairing some kind of water leak. The water pipes and mains in this city were notoriously old and deteriorating, and leaks (and sometimes downright water main breaks) were common. I often saw LA DWP crews out working to fix them at ungodly hours.
It was obvious that this utilities worker was getting more frustrated by the minute. He clearly hadn't been expecting to spend his Monday night standing over a pit in the middle of the street at 10:00. I saw him reach down and adjust the bulge in his jeans again.
"God damn it," he finally huffed. "You guys just figure it out. I gotta go take a leak."
I heard some of the men yelling angrily from inside the pit, and the burly, bearded worker appeared to roll his eyes as he pulled off his protective eyewear and walked away. He crossed the street and disappeared into a small, dark park on the corner.
I didn't see a restroom or even a Porta Potty anywhere in the park, so I decided to follow him to the park to see what he was going to do. I made sure to stay in the shadows so that he couldn't see me lurking behind him as he ducked behind a short wall that was shaded by a couple of trees.
I could see the top half of his torso and his head over the top of the wall as he appeared to unzip his jeans and start pissing against the wall. His reflective vest seemed to glow faintly, making him visible even in the dark. I snuck up to the wall and ducked down, shuffling along the base so that I could creep to the end of the wall and take a peak around it to see him taking a piss.
However, as I neared the end of the wall, I realized that I couldn't actually hear any sounds of urination. Instead, there was the faint sound of slapping flesh accompanied by short, shallow breaths. I peered around the end of the wall and saw the worker standing there with his back to me. When I saw his right arm pumping furiously, I finally realized that he was relieving himself in an entirely different way than I had assumed. He was trying to get a quick jerk-off session in the middle of his workshift.
I stood up, still trying to be as silent as possible. I was debating whether I should make my presence known, or if I should continue spying on him. I decided to wait and see how the situation developed, but in the meantime, I quietly unzipped my pants and pulled out my already stiff erection, quietly pumping it with my fist as I watched this towering bear of a man masturbate from behind.
"Oh fuuuuck," he moaned softly as he continued to pleasure himself. I could see his mighty legs trembling.
I wanted to know if I could join in on the fun before he actually blew his load, so I decided to speak up.
"You need any help with that?" I whispered loudly.
Not surprisingly, he was startled. He spun around, and his dripping, rock hard seven-inch cock came into full view. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed as he fumbled with the flaps of his open jeans, trying to cover himself up.
"Sorry." I held my erection so that it was sticking straight up, presenting it to him. "I just wanted to join you."
That didn't seem to calm him. "Who the fuck are you?"
"My name's Sloan. Sorry about startling you. I just wanted to ask if I could help you with that." I stroked my cock a few times to make my intentions clear.
His eyes were still filled with apprehension, so I took a couple of steps towards him. As he saw me approach, he loosened his grip on his jeans, and they fell open. He looked down as his stiff cock flopped back out, precum dripping from the tip onto the ground.
I took another step until the tips of our penises touched. As I continued jerking on my shaft with my right hand, I reached out and wrapped the fingers of my left hand around his cock, massaging it, coaxing out more drops of precum.
We both looked up into each other's faces, and I got my first good look at his handsomeness. He had a serious expression on his face at the moment, but I could tell that if he just smiled, he'd probably be the friendliest looking bear you've ever seen. His gray eyes still looked a little fearful, but he clearly wasn't opposed to what I was doing to his cock.
"Do you do this often?" I asked softly. "Relieve yourself while you're working?"
"A few times," he replied. "I get stressed out sometime."
"Yeah, I get it." I increased my strokes on both of our shafts, hoping that I'd be able to make us cum at the same time.
"My name's Ben," he finally whispered, obviously feeling more at ease. Getting a handjob has a tendency to do that.
I chuckled. "Nice to meet you, Ben," I said, "but I do have to warn you that I recently lost my job to a guy named Benny." I momentarily wondered whether I should shake his hand, but then I realized that he probably wanted to cum as quickly as possible and then return to work.
I looked deep into his eyes, which looked hungry with desire. I pumped harder on his cock, and his eyes widened. I then decided to move in for a kiss. And that's when Ben pulled his head back ever so slightly to avoid the kiss.
"Sorry," he whispered, looking very apologetic. "I... I'm not... I have a wife."
"No worries," I whispered back, smiling. "I understand."
"I've never done anything like this before."
All my life I'd had my share of sexual experiences with ostensibly straight guys. I'd learned that getting off with another guy didn't necessarily make then gay. Oftentimes they were just horny and needed to get off, and it didn't matter with whom. The fact that he was sneaking away from work to jerk off in a dark corner of a park suggested that he probably didn't have a lot of opportunities to jack off at home with his wife around. When it came down to it, I was just flattered that he was willing to get off with me. "You're really hot, Ben."
He smiled bashfully. "Thanks." But then his mouth widened into an O-shape as his eyes started to roll back in his head. "Oh god, you're gonna make me cum."
"Yeah, man, shoot that load," I murmured as I jerked both of our shafts with my fists in a frenzy.
"Oh god, oh god, I'm gonna cum!" Ben gritted his teeth as his hulking body started to convulse.
I felt the pressure building up in my own cock as it readied to blow. At that moment, I made a snap decision out of pure lust. I fell to my knees and engulfed Ben's hard, dripping cock with my mouth just as the first blast of sperm erupted from it, flooding my mouth.
"Oh damn!" he cried out, surprised to find his pulsing cock shooting its load into a hot, wet mouth. It was too late for him to do anything about it, though. He growled in ecstasy as he pumped his cum into my mouth, and I happily gulped it down.
He was still cumming down my throat when my own cock started shooting out thick ropes of jizz that splattered across the ground and Ben's shoes. We both moaned as we orgasmed together there in the park.
When it was all over, I suckled on his softening penis, sucking out any remaining drops of his semen and swallowing them. Ben was left breathing heavily, his legs trembling. I slipped his cock out of my mouth and stood up. We looked at each other's satisfied expressions.
"Thanks," he finally sighed. "I haven't had anyone swallow my cum in years. My wife doesn't even like putting my dick in her mouth."
"I figured," I replied, licking my lips. "Happy I could help."
Ben looked down at my cock, which was still dripping with cum. He reached down and ran his index finger across the tip to scoop up a glob of my jizz. He raised it to his face to look at it, intrigued. "I've never touched another dude's cum."
I grinned. "Well, now you have. Honored to be your first." I then surprised him again by licking my own sperm off his finger. "You probably need to get back to work." I gestured to his shoes, which were splattered with my load. "Sorry I made a mess."
Ben smiled as he tucked his cock back into his jeans and zipped up. "Something to remember this by. Thanks, man."
"Anytime," I replied as I watched him stroll off across the park.
My cock started to harden again, turned on by what had just happened. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and started pumping on it again, deciding that I might as well shoot another load before heading home.