"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear" is the sequel to "Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear," a novel originally published online in 2001 and currently available at:
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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 24: The Club
June 2003
The next couple of months ended up being a lot like the previous two months, with me on a fruitless and frustrating job hunt. By the end of June, summer was in full swing, and an influx of fresh college graduates invading Los Angeles were snapping up what few entry-level jobs there were available.
I have to admit that I was also getting frustrated on the sex front. With Gabe fully committed to a relationship with Tina, he was no longer an option for getting my rocks off. Meanwhile, I was getting bored of trips to the porn theater. I needed to find something new.
One night I found myself scrolling through the cruising website where I'd originally learned about the TomKat theater. Back then, when I'd just moved to L.A. and was utterly broke and surviving off money from my Dad, I hadn't even considered going to bathhouses or sex clubs, with their annual membership fees and additional entry fees. However, a couple of years later, things were different now. I had a healthy bank account thanks to a year of working for Kirk. I could afford to check out one of these places.
When I looked at the list of sex clubs on the website with names like The Zone and Flex, I wondered where a bear like me would fit in. To make matters worse, the ones that website users had rated four or five stars all had reviews that highlighted how you could always find a hot twink or jock to hook up with. Definitely not the scene for me.
Just as I was losing hope, I noticed a listing for a sex club called "The Men's Club" that only had a two-star rating. It was located on Melrose Avenue near the 101 freeway, only a couple of miles away from my apartment. I clicked on the listing to see more detailed reviews, wondering why the rating was so low.
To my surprise, both pleasant and unpleasant, I found a barrage of comments and complaints that the club was overrun by old, fat, hairy men, leading to a flood of one-star ratings. For the majority of users on the website who were on the hunt for pretty, barely teenage twinks, The Men's Club was by far the worst sex club in the city.
I was convinced that I should pay The Men's Club a visit as soon as humanly possible.
It was a Friday night, and I found myself squinting down a dark hallway as I cautiously shuffled along the floor. I was startled by a brawny, bearded lumberjack-type musclebear dressed in plaid who suddenly brushed past me, groping my crotch in the process.
As for myself, I was dressed in sweatpants and a tee-shirt, and my erect cock was threatening to burst through the soft fabric. The comments on the cruising website had suggested wearing loose-fitting, easy-to-strip clothing to The Men's Club, and so far that was proving to be good advice.
The Men's Club was housed in an unassuming one-story wooden building hidden from the street by a red brick wall. It actually looked like it might have been somebody's house at one time. There was no signage, just the street address in brass numbers affixed to the brick wall.
The entrance was just as unassuming, with what looked like a cross between a box office and a coat check next to the front door. I was greeted by a pleasant-looking middle-aged man who accepted my $40 membership fee and $20 entry fee in cash. He scrawled my name on a business card-sized membership card and handed it to me, then told me that Kevin the bartender could brief me about how things worked at The Men's Club.
The moment I stepped out onto an enclosed outdoor patio area, I was confronted by the sight of a young, fresh-faced, chubby cub, probably no older than 18, being spit-roasted by two bears more than twice his age. A goateed Mexican bear who was probably a half-foot taller than me and probably 50 pounds heavier was plowing the cub's ass with what looked like a nine-inch tube of meat. The cub probably would have been letting out loud cries if his mouth hadn't been stuffed with the cock of the ginger musclebear thrusting his hips into his face. All of them were naked, their clothes piled on nearby chairs.
"First time here?" asked the kindly, thin, sixty-something daddy with a long white beard who was manning the makeshift bar.
I turned to look at him. "Kevin?"
"That's me," he replied.
"I'm Sloan. The guy at the front said you could give me some pointers. I've... never been to a sex club."
Kevin proceeded to tell me that the club was basically a hallway with rooms on either side. A couple of the rooms had beds and even bunkbeds. Other rooms had sofas, beanbags, and other places where guys could fuck. There was a bathroom area with a shower and some lockers in case you wanted to secure your valuables, but most of the guys there just stayed fully clothed as they cruised the hallways. At the end of the hallway was a video room with couches where porn videos played on a TV attached to the wall. And of course there was the patio area.
"Just go and have fun," Kevin finally said as he pointed to the action on the patio. "As you can see, you're welcome to play anywhere in the club."
Just then, the massive Mexican bear threw back his head and let out a yell as he pumped his load into the cub, who continued to suck hungrily on the ginger musclebear's cock.
"Okay, guess I'll go explore," I remarked to Kevin as I ventured out of the patio area into the dark hallway that ran the length of the building.
I moved slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the dim lighting, but even then, I bumped or brushed against multiple guys as I made my way. I found myself murmuring "sorry" and "excuse me" several times in just a couple of minutes. There were moans and grunts, the sounds of sex, coming from all around me, seemingly emanating from the walls.
And then there was the smell, a musky scent that hung in the air. I recognized it as the smell of cum. The floors had probably been splattered with hundreds of loads of semen over several years, and no amount of mopping and disinfecting could eliminate the tell-tale scent entirely.
As my eyes finally adjusted, I finally peered into one of the rooms off the side of the hallway. I saw the naked meaty bodies of two men writhing on a bottom bunk, sixty-nining together, while in another corner, a big-bellied daddybear fucked a lithe Asian twink on a bed.
I finally reached the video room, where I found five bears standing almost in a row. They all looked like they were in their thirties or forties, but they were of various sizes and ethnicities, including a powerfully-built Black musclebear and two chubby Latino bears, one bearded and one goateed. They all had their shirts on, but they had their pants down around their ankles as they engaged in a circle jerk.
"Mind if I join?" I asked as I undid my pants and pulled out my stiff cock.
"The more the merrier," the Black musclebear replied with a big, friendly grin, his voice deep and sexy. "First time?"
"Yeah," I answered as I approached them, dropping my pants and pumping on my shaft.
A cute, stout, barrel-chested bear who looked like the youngest of the group spoke up. "We'd better show him a good time." His dick wasn't that big, maybe a little more than five inches long, but it was probably the most perfectly-formed erection I'd ever seen. Perfectly straight and symmetrical, hard as stone, and bright red. "I'm Mike."
"I'm Sloan," I replied.
"Alejandro," the Latino bear with the neatly trimmed beard introduced himself. "You're packing some impressive heat over there."
I swear that I must have blushed. All I could muster up was a meek, "Thanks."
"Fuck, it's even bigger than mine," the Black musclebear chuckled. I watched him jerking on his thick meat, which must have been a good eight inches at least. "But I'm not jealous. I'm Brian."
"Well, Brian," I said, "Mind if I get a taste of that?"
"Be my guest," he answered, grinning again.
The other bears seemed to move in closer, as if they were closing in around me, as I got down on my knees in front of Brian and slid his big cock into my mouth. He let out a loud growl as I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, enjoying how it completely filled my mouth. He placed a massive hand on my head as he started moving his hips, slowly fucking my mouth.
"The kid's an expert cocksucker," Brian moaned. It'd been a while since anyone had referred to me as a kid, but I realized I was at least a decade younger than everyone else there.
"Must have a lot of experience," Mike added. "Is that right? You've sucked a lot of dick in your time, haven't you?"
I nodded and let out a muffled, affirmative grunt. I hadn't sucked off a whole line of guys like this in years, and I was determined to go home tonight with a belly full of multiple loads of sperm.
Brian was absolutely happy to help me towards that goal. With a series of quick, animal-like grunts and a deep-voiced, "Here it comes, Sloan," he shook as his cock pulsed in my mouth, flooding it with his hot juice.
I swallowed every spurt, enjoying the taste of his jizz as it coated my throat. He continued fucking my mouth until he was spent, and he let out a long, loud sigh.
"Fuck," he muttered. "That was aces." He then looked up at the others. "Okay, who's next?"
Alejandro stepped forward, and I immediately took his thick, uncut cock into my mouth and began sucking away on it. He started thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth with much more fervor than Brian had. I could tell that he'd probably been manually stimulating his cock for a couple of hours, and he was ready to cum.
After a couple of minutes of fucking my mouth, Alejandro snarled and shot his load into my mouth and down my throat. As his orgasm subsided, he became more gentle, stroking my face lovingly as he stopped thrusting his penis into my mouth.
"Thanks, dude," he sighed as he pulled his still-dripping cock out of my mouth.
"Anytime," I replied, licking some stray drops of his cum from my lips. "Okay, next victim."
A shy-looking middle-aged mustached bear who hadn't spoken a word since I'd arrived, and didn't appear to be interested in starting now, took Alejandro's place and pushed his seven-inch cock into my face. I swallowed his stiff meat and started sucking on it enthusiastically, causing him to moan uncontrollably from the sheer pleasure.
I was rewarded with his load of hot sperm in under a minute, then moved on to the other Latino bear, who was probably in his late forties and appeared to be the oldest of the guys in the room. He wasn't very tall and had a big, round belly, but he looked like he worked out a lot, with a thick chest and powerful arms. I later found out that he actually worked at a gym as a clerk and a trainer.
He didn't have a very big penis, but his body was sexy, and I liked that I could fit his entire cock in my mouth easily and just suck on it, letting my throat muscles massage it. It caused him to shiver and groan with delight.
As with the previous bear, it wasn't long before he was grunting and flooding my mouth with blasts of sweet jizz. I just kept his cock buried in my mouth and sucked his load out of him as if I were sipping a straw.
Finally, I shifted my attention to Mike, who'd been jerking on his cock while watching me blow four men before him, and precum was flowing from his cockhead and drizzling onto the floor. Of all the guys there, he was definitely the one I found the cutest, with big brown eyes and a bristly mustache and beard, and a thick body that was almost the shape of a barrel.
"I probably won't last long," he remarked as I prepared to swallow his cock.
"That's okay," I replied. "As long as your cum ends up in my stomach."
"Oh god, that's so hot," he groaned as I enveloped his cock with my mouth and started blowing him eagerly.
Mike fucked my mouth happily, his balls slapping against my chin with each thrust. Brian and Alejandro placed their hands on his shoulders as if they were lending him encouraging support.
"You know," Mike spoke in between huffing breaths, "I did the same thing that you're doing the first time I came here. Blew more than a half-dozen guys in a row. But I wasn't smart like you. I should've swallowed all their loads, but instead I let them jerk off onto me. On my way home later, I stopped off at a 7-11 to get some soda, and everyone was staring at me. That's when I realized that I was wearing a black tee-shirt, and it was just totally streaked with cum."
Everybody chuckled at his story, and the memory seemed to push him to his orgasm. Mike let out a cry as cum blasted out of his cock into my waiting mouth. I moaned happily as I gulped down his volleys of sperm.
"Fuck, that was great," Mike moaned as he pulled his cock out of my mouth.
"Thanks," I said as I stood, wiping my mouth with my hand.
"Looks like you're ready to blow," Mike said, referring to my stiff erection, which was so hard that it seemed like it could poke through concrete. He reached down and massaged my shaft. "You want to put that inside me?"
"I'd love that," I replied.
Mike turned to present his beautiful, round ass to me. "Get on in, then."
Brian and Alejandro moved in and gripped his arms, now actually supporting him physically, as I lubed up my erection, positioned myself behind him, and slid my rod into him.
"Fuck, that's good," Mike moaned as I pushed all the way into him, then held him by his hips as I started to fuck him.
I had been at the sex club less than half an hour, and I had already swallowed five loads of bear cum, and now I was fervently fucking a hot bear ass as the others watched and murmured words of encouragement.
"Yeah, fuck that ass," Alejandro said as if he were commanding me.
"Fill his ass up with your cum," Brian added.
Mike wasn't staying quiet, either, howling, "Fuck me, fuck my ass!" in between cries and squeals of sexual joy.
The other two nameless bears whom I'd just blown placed their hands on my shoulder and back, and it felt like we were all forming a single mass, with me pumping my cock into Mike's ass at the center of all of it.
Being surrounded by all these hot bears made me light-headed, and my head started to tingle as I reached my climax. I let out a yell as my cock throbbed, and I blew my load deep into Mike's guts. He whimpered as he felt my hot juices flooding his insides.
"That's it," Brian said soothingly, "fill that ass with sperm."
That's exactly what I did, my cock making squishing sounds as my cum leaked out of Mike's ass while I continued fucking it.
Finally, I stopped and let out a deep sigh. "That was awesome."
"Good job," Alejandro said, slapping me on the back.
Mike exhaled deeply and looked back at me. "Thanks, man."
Brian grinned. "So, you think you'll be back, Sloan?" he asked before laughing.
I grinned back. "I think I might."