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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 26: Interview
October 2003
"Yeah, suck it, swallow my cum!" Dylan the photographer was completely naked and fucking my face, thrusting his cock into my mouth as I sucked on it hungrily, his soft, fuzzy belly pushing into my face with each thrust.
We were back at his studio in Venice on a warm Wednesday morning in mid-October. He'd given me a call to tell me that he'd developed the photos he'd taken of me a few weeks earlier and was eager to show them to me. He knew that he could've emailed them, but he wanted to be there when I saw them for the first time.
When I arrived, he had the photos all lined up in a row on one of the display shelves on the wall, starting with the ones he'd taken of my hands. As he promised, in black-and-white they looked more like marble sculptures of hands than photographs of actual human hands.
Dylan's photos of my arms looked almost abstract. He'd set up the lights so that they had been angled sharply on the surface of my skin, causing hard shadows that accentuated the contours of my body.
And then we came to his photographs of my cock, the ones that he would probably never display to anyone else. There were a half-dozen photos, all showing the top half of my erect cock in profile, fountains of bright white semen erupting from the tip into the air like a geyser. Each successive photograph showed the rope of cum twisting and dancing in the air before splattering back down onto my cock. They were the most gorgeous pornographic images I'd ever seen, and I was dumbfounded that they were of me.
"These are incredible." That was about all I could say.
"They're yours to take home," Dylan said, smiling bashfully. "I'm never going to show them anywhere, and I have my own personal prints."
"Thanks, man," I said, still shaking my head in disbelief at how well the photos had turned out.
"It was my pleasure," he replied. "I should be thanking you."
"Well, regardless..." That's when I went straight for his shorts, undoing them, pulling out his cock, which was already hard from looking at the photos, and went to town on it with my mouth.
Within a couple of minutes, Dylan had shed all his clothes, and he was ardently fucking my mouth, his breathing growing heavy and impassioned as he growled the most beautiful, profane words.
"You're a cock-hungry slut, aren't you? You want to eat my cum, don't you? I'm gonna shoot my hot jizz down your fucking throat."
I grunted in agreement as I sucked excitedly on his delicious, stiff rod. I could already taste his salty precum flowing onto my tongue, and I was eager for the feel of his cum blasting into my mouth.
Dylan gripped my head with his strong hands, his hips forcing his cock into my mouth with increasing intensity. He was clearly getting ready to blow his load. I gripped his furry round ass with my hands, holding onto them as he barreled towards his climax.
"Fuck, yesssss," he howled as his pounding shaft pulsed in my hungry mouth, and his ejaculating juices began to fill my waiting mouth. "Ahhhhhh." He let out a long, heavy sigh that sounded downright purifying.
As for me, I swallowed his spurting semen eagerly and gratefully, warming my throat and stomach. I was still clutching his ass with my hands, and I felt his ass tighten and relax as his orgasm subsided.
When it was all over, I released his cock from my mouth and sat back. He stood there, naked and fuzzy, his entire body glistening with sweat. He had a big, satisfied smile on his face as his whole body heaved with heavy breaths.
"Thanks, dude," he managed to sigh.
I finally stood up, still fully dressed, and kissed him so that he could taste his own cum on my breath. He placed a hand on my crotch, where my own erection was pressing against my shorts.
"You want me to take care of this before you go?" he asked.
"Thanks," I replied, "but I actually have to be on my way. I have an interview in Westwood with that temp agency you referred me to."
"Oh cool." Dylan grabbed a towel and began wiping down his sweat-soaked body. "Did you speak to Amir?"
"I did. He remembered you."
He grinned. "Glad that I'm memorable."
He was memorable, all right, I thought as I enjoyed one last long look at his naked body.
Unlimited Employment was located in a small storefront on a stretch of Westwood Boulevard that was populated with Persian businesses. I would later learn that this neighborhood was actually known as "Tehrangeles," and it was where many Iranian expatriates settled after fleeing Iran during the 1979 Islamic Revolution.
As soon as I stepped through the front door, I was greeted by a young, pudgy Persian guy with dark hair, a scruffy beard, and thick glasses sitting behind a reception desk. "Sloan?" he asked as he stood and shook my hand. "I'm Amir. We spoke on the phone."
"Are you interviewing me?" I asked, not quite understanding.
Amir chuckled. "No, I'm just the assistant here." He handed me a packet of forms. "You can fill these out, then you'll need to do a basic skills test. Then I'll take you in for your interview with my boss Kam."
Dylan had told me that there was a lot of paperwork to fill out at the first interview with the agency, and that since many of the temp jobs available were of the secretarial and filing variety, they'd also test me on things such as typing speed and math and alphabetization skills.
"How do you like working here?" I asked as I looked over the forms and started filling them out.
"Oh, I love it here," Amir replied. "Kam's a great boss. I think you'll like him, too."
A half an hour later, I was feeling pretty good about my job prospects as I sat alone in a small office in the back of the temp agency, typing furiously on a PC desktop computer. Amir had given me a page of solid text to type into a word processing program to test my typing speed and accuracy.
I had a secret, though. The several months I'd spent typing out hundreds of pages of my confessions had turned me into a highly skilled typist. It had reached the point where I didn't even have to look at the keyboard. My fingers just instinctually knew where the keys were. As a result, I just kept my eyes glued on the page of text I was transcribing as my finger flew over the keyboard without ever needing to pause.
I was so focused on finishing the typing test that I didn't even notice that someone else was in the office with me. As a result, just as I finished the test, I let out a yelp and practically jumped out of my chair as a hand suddenly came to rest on my shoulder and a deep, accented voice remarked, "Wow, very impressive."
I turned to find a handsome Persian daddy bear standing over my shoulder. He had salt-and-pepper hair, bushy eyebrows, and a goatee. He was probably in his late-fifties, and even though he was in a suit and tie, he still looked like he might have been a professional wrestler or a powerlifter.
"I'm sorry," he said, smiling. "Didn't mean to scare you. It's just that I think that's the fastest anyone has completed the typing test."
I smiled back. "I used to do a lot of writing," I explained. I turned around in my chair to face him, which also positioned my face right in front of his crotch.
"I'm Kamran," he said as he shook my hand. "So Amir tells me that you were referred here by Dylan."
"That's right," I answered. "He was so happy that you remembered him."
"Well, Dylan was very skilled." Kam sighed as if he were reminiscing about a fond memory. "Did he tell you about the other skills we tested him on?"
"No," I said, taking note of the bulge in Kam's dress pants, "though I'm pretty sure I can guess."
I reached up and unzipped his pants, and his fully erect eight-inch uncut dick, veiny and dark purplish-brown, immediately burst out right before my eyes.
"You like what you see?" Kam said in his gruff, deep voice.
"Very much," I replied, leaning forward and slipping his hard rod into my mouth.
I sucked on his cock lovingly as he stripped off his clothes, starting with his coat, then his tie, and then his shirt, revealing a hairy torso packed with thick muscles. He had the body of a silverback gorilla.
"That's a good boy," Kam cooed as he patted my head. "Suck daddy's cock, boy."
As I continued working his shaft with my lips, I undid his pants and let them fall to the floor. He slipped off his shoes and stepped out of his pants until his massive, furry, musclebound body was completely naked before me except for his black dress socks.
Kam gently fucked my mouth for a couple of minutes and then called out, "Amir, come in here!"
Amir must have been waiting just outside the door to the office, because it seemed like it only took him a split-second before he was standing there, watching me suck off his naked boss. "I'm here!" he declared, his hand massaging a bulge in his own pants.
Kam pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth and gazed down at me. "Would you like to fuck Amir?"
I looked over at Amir's grinning, bearded face. The nerdy, professional facade he'd presented to me when he'd greeted me earlier was now replaced with an expression of horniness and lust. He was also unbuttoning his shirt to reveal a broad chest and chubby belly coated in dense fur.
I stood and started stripping off my clothes. Both Kam and Amir looked at me with hungry eyes, pumping their hard dicks with their fists as I revealed more and more of my body to them. Soon we were all standing there naked. Amir was practically drooling at the sight of my erect cock.
"Please fuck me with that," he said as he turned and bent over the computer desk, presenting his plump, furry ass.
"Don't mind if I do," I replied, grinning, as I lubed up my shaft.
"Amir is a good boy, too," Kam said, squeezing my shoulder with a thick, meaty hand. "He has a nice, warm ass."
It was becoming obvious that Kam had been fucking Amir regularly for a couple of years, a daddy bear top and his young, chubby, submissive cub.
I positioned myself behind Amir and slid my cock into his ass with ease. He let out a pleased sigh as my cock entered his body completely. I grunted as I started to fuck his ass, wondering if Dylan had fucked Amir during his interview, too.
Even as I pounded Amir's ass with my thrusting hips, I felt Kam clamp both his hands on my shoulders and press the wet tip of his cock against my own ass.
"I fuck you now," he whispered into my ear, and I nodded my approval. I wanted his thick piece of meat inside me.
A wave of pleasure rolled through my body as Kam slid his cock into my ass and started to fuck me with slow, powerful thrusts. As I stood there, plunging my shaft into Amir's body while Kam pumped my ass, I wondered how many other job seekers had also ended up in a Kam-Amir sandwich.
I reached around Amir's pudgy body and wrapped my fingers around his still-stiff cock. He groaned loudly as I started to jerk him off as I fucked him. It was beginning to get hot and steamy in the small office, and all three of our bodies were dripping with sweat as they humped against one another in unison. Kam's and Amir's bodies were so hairy that I was sure they wouldn't be dry for the rest of the day.
As Kam growled like a beast behind me, I masturbated Amir's cock furiously, eager to make him cum. From the gasps and guttural grunts emanating from his mouth, I could tell that he was getting close. I started shoving my cock into him even harder and faster, and his grunts grew louder and more intense.
"I'm cumming!" he cried out as his shaft pulsed in my fist, and the muscles in his ass squeezed my thrusting cock.
His cum spurted out across the surface of the computer desk in long, white streaks. He let out more cries of ecstasy as he emptied his load onto the desktop.
"I'm gonna blow," I groaned as my own cock exploded into Amir's ass, blasting a three-day load of sperm deep into his warm guts.
As I came, my ass tightened around Kam's plunging shaft, causing him to growl and make even more animalistic sounds as he pounded into me with his brutish body. He grunted some words in what I would later learn was Farsi, as he prepared to cum in my ass.
Kam snarled like a beast as he filled my ass with his seed. He squeezed my shoulders with his powerful paws as he thrust into me, shooting volley after volley of his hot jizz into me.
With a few more quick, powerful thrusts, Kam's orgasm ended, and he let his body relax. The three of us just stood there, dripping sweat onto the floor as we listened to the sounds of our heavy breathing.
"So you think you can find me a job?" I finally asked.
Kam laughed and patted my back with one of his sweaty hands. "I'm sure we can find you something."