"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: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/sloan-cosgrove/
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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear" by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com) Chapter 28: The Boss
I ended up enjoying my first week working at HartBPM, which proceeded without much incident aside from the occasional quick blowjob for Reggie. We also had a few chats, often during lunch, when we were able to learn more about one another. To my surprise, I learned that Reggie wasn't always a bear. In fact, he had been a twink all the way through college. It was only after he moved to L.A. that he started to gain weight, eventually becoming the husky beast he was today.
To my bigger surprise, he also told me that he was a bottom. As I confided in him about my past sexual adventures, he said that he wanted to be fucked by me someday. Making plans for that would be tricky, though, because he was currently in a relationship with a guy who expected him to by home by six o'clock every night.
As a temp, I typically worked from 9:00 to 5:30 with a 30-minute lunch break. If they needed me past 5:30, then they would need to pay me time-and-a-half. The work wasn't particularly interesting, mostly filing and organizing, though occasionally one of the publicists would need help lifting or moving a heavy piece of furniture. Even though their boss Gavin Hart had the body of a competitive weightlifter, they didn't dare ask him to help them with any kind of physical labor. Having a former college athlete to do that now made me instantly popular with the staff.
"Hey, sorry for the late notice, but can you stay late tonight?" Reggie asked me after I handed him a bunch of clippings from newspapers and magazines.
It was Friday, and one of my weekly duties involved perusing a huge stack of that week's publications and clipping ads and articles that referenced brands and products similar to HartBPM's clients. It was research so that the publicists could see the current trends in marketing.
"Like, how late?" I asked.
"A couple of hours extra, so maybe 7:30," Reggie said as he flipped through the stack of clippings. "Gavin just wants to go over these with you. I think he wants to give you a taste of what we do here."
To be honest, I really didn't see myself in a marketing and publicity career, but the prospect of spending a couple of hours alone with Gavin was enough to convince me to blow off my rather pathetic plans for Friday night, which consisted of eating dinner alone and then going to see a movie.
"Sure, I can shift some things around," I answered, not wanting to make it sound like I was too eager to work overtime.
"Great, I'll let Gavin know."
"See this? This is what we want for District Brewing." Gavin held up an article I had clipped earlier from the "Best of L.A." issue of Los Angeles magazine. "We need to get them into next year's Best of L.A."
The article was a roundup of the best places to drink in L.A. and included some bars from places as diverse as Santa Monica, the San Fernando Valley, and Culver City. What the article didn't include was District, a microbrewery that had recently opened in the Arts District in downtown Los Angeles. The owners of District had hired HartBPM to get the word out that this hip new microbrewery also had a connected pub and restaurant, and they were also hoping to stock their signature beer in liquor and convenience stores all over the city by the end of 2004.
It was about 6:30 on Friday evening, and the rest of HartBPM had gone home for the weekend. I sat across from Gavin and his huge wooden desk as he leaned back in his leather executive chair and flipped through more of the clippings. For the past half an hour, I had been feasting my eyes on Gavin's massive frame as he had gone through each clipping and commented on it, explaining to me how it did or didn't pertain to one of the firm's clients. When I'd accepted this temp job, I hadn't expected that the big boss would be such eye candy.
Gavin stopped to consider one of the clippings. "This is interesting. This is for Reggie's account, isn't it?" He held up an article that I had clipped from Frontiers magazine, a free biweekly magazine which happened to be Southern California's oldest LGBT publication. It was an article about style for bears and chubs. One of brands that Reggie was working on was a new line of stylish fashion for plus-sized men. The label wasn't exclusively for gay men, and in fact its founders happened to be two straight men.
"Yeah, I thought you could start by targeting the gay big-and-tall market. Once you show that gay dudes think these clothes are cool, then the straight dudes will follow."
Gavin nodded. "Makes sense." He jotted down a note on the article and then set it down, looked up at me, and grinned. "So, Sloan, good first week? You think you might stay on?"
"Yeah, I enjoyed myself," I answered. "I like everyone here."
"I know the work probably hasn't been that stimulating." Gavin leaned back in his chair, and I could see his dress shirt straining against his hefty chest and belly. "But Reggie and everyone else has told me that you're a good worker."
"Thanks." I think I might have blushed. "But I wasn't expecting too much as a temp."
"Well, nevertheless, I think we might be able to give you some more interesting stuff to do next week." Gavin rocked in his executive chair for a few seconds. "So, tell me a little about yourself."
I proceeded to give him a sanitized version of my life story, about growing up in Texas with a single dad, playing high school and college football, moving out to L.A. and working as a production assistant and as a screenwriter's assistant. The only thing I left out was anything about being gay, which I thought prudent considering I was talking to a straight, married father of two. When I finished telling my story, Gavin looked like he was lost in thought.
"And you're gay, right?" he finally asked.
I was taken aback a bit by his bluntness. "Uh, yeah." I fumbled with my words. "Yeah, did Reggie tell you that?"
Gavin smiled and shook his head. "He didn't have to, though I kind of figured. And as you can probably tell, I have absolutely no problem with it."
I relaxed a bit, but I wanted to get off the subject as quickly as possible. "And you have kids."
He nodded, glancing back at the photos of his wife and kids on the credenza behind him. "Yeah, I should probably be getting home to them."
"So is that all you need me for?" I started to get up from my chair, thinking that he was suggesting I should go home.
Gavin held up his hand. "Wait, hang on a moment. I want to ask you something."
I sat back down, somewhat apprehensive. "Sorry, I thought you wanted me to go. What do you need?"
Gavin took a deep breath, and for the first time I thought I detected a hint of nervousness in him. "So I think Reggie is the only other one here who I've told, but... I'm bi."
I felt like exclaiming, "Whoa," but instead I just sat there and nodded as if I were absorbing the revelation. Finally, I just smiled and tried to sound pleasantly surprised. "That's cool." I still wondered why he was confessing this to me.
"So here's the thing," he continued. "I have this whole life with my wife and kids, who I love with all my heart, but I don't get much of a chance to satisfy... my other side." He suddenly seemed to get a jolt of motivation, and he blurted out his proposition. "I've seen the way you've been looking at me. And I was wondering whether you might want to, I don't know, suck my dick or something."
I was so excited by hearing him say the words that I was out of my chair and making my way around the desk in under a second. He swiveled in his chair to face me, seemingly startled by my enthusiastic reaction.
"Fuck, Gavin," I said as I fell to my knees in front of him, "you have no idea how much I've wanted to blow you since I saw your picture."
"Okay, wow," he responded as I unbuckled his belt and undid his pants.
His already stiff cock was already pressing against the fabric of his boxer shorts. I could've just pulled it through the fly and started sucking on it, but I wanted to get him as naked as I could, so I pulled off his leather shoes and then pulled down his boxers and pants, sliding them down his thick, hairy legs until they were completely off. Gavin sat there bare-assed on his chair, his dark crimson fat six-inch cock standing straight up from a surprisingly trimmed thatch of pubic hair.
I ran my hands over his massive, fat thighs, admiring them, then cupped his large balls in my palm. His erection bobbed as it pulsed, and a drop of clear precum seeped from the tip.
"Oh god," Gavin moaned. "Suck me."
I leaned forward and gently took his cock into my mouth, lovingly sliding my lips down the length of his shaft until I had swallowed all of him. He gripped the armrests of his chair with his powerful hands as I slid my mouth up and down his hot, married cock.
Gavin's intense eyes were fixated on the sight of his cock fucking my mouth. He was utterly fascinated by it, even as the sensation of it caused him to moan. As I sucked excitedly on his rod, I looked up to watch him unbuttoning his shirt to expose his incredibly husky chest and thick belly, which were coated in fuzz and swelling as he breathed deeply.
Even though I was thoroughly enjoying having his cock in my mouth, I just had to see Gavin's naked body. I stopped blowing him and stood up, helping him slide off his shirt to completely expose his stout, hulking torso and thick, fat arms. As I had guessed, he had the build of a weightlifter, kind of like my Dad, both chubby and musclebound. He also had tattoos of an eagle on his awesomely thick right bicep and a heart on his impressive right forearm.
"You've got an amazing body," I said.
"Thanks." Gavin smiled. "I started working out about ten years ago to try to lose weight, but then I figured I was always going to be fat no matter what I did, so I decided to just bulk up. My wife likes it."
"I like it, too," I said, grabbing his cock with my fist and pumping it as I leaned down and started licking his chest and nipples. His thick pecs twitched and bounced as I ran my tongue across them.
"Oh, god," he moaned, "that feels so good."
I stood again and started removing my clothes. Gavin watched me perform an awkward striptease in front of him, a big smile on his face. Once I was naked, he reached out with his meaty hand and ran it over my fat belly, then grasped my stiff cock.
"You look like the football players I lusted over in college," he said. "Though I was too scared to go after them, so I just fucked the cheerleaders, instead."
"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked.
"Absolutely." Gavin sounded like he was in a daze, like he couldn't believe he was doing this.
"You don't have to do a thing," I said as I retrieved my lube from my pants and applied it to his still rock hard erection. "Let me just sit in your lap."
I turned my back to him, and he placed his hands on my hips as I lowered my ass towards his cock. I reached between my legs to guide his cock head towards my waiting asshole. Once his dripping rod was in position, I released my grip on it and let my body sink onto it. We both moaned as I felt my ass part to let his stiff cock slide smoothly into my body.
"Oh god," Gavin groaned. "I haven't done this in years."
That was tragic, I thought as he clutched my hips and started humping his body, pounding his cock into me even as he remained in his chair. A huge, sexy beast like Gavin deserved to be fucking as many willing dudes as he wanted. At the same time, I felt honored that I was the first ass he'd fucked in such a long time.
"Yeah, daddy," I groaned as he thrust into me. "Fuck me hard. I want your hot daddy cum inside me." I was having flashbacks to being fucked by my actual Dad, maybe because Gavin was probably only a few years younger than him.
We must've been a sight, a young bear riding the cock of a giant, burly daddy on a leather executive chair in this dimly-lit office. Gavin grunted like an animal as his powerful thrusts became more vehement.
"Yeah, boy," he growled. "Take my cock. You fuck so good."
I ground my ass against him as he continued pounding into me. After a couple of minutes, I felt his strong hands grip my hips even more forcefully, and I knew he was close to finishing.
"Here it comes, boy," he moaned, "I'm gonna shoot my load into you."
"Yeah, shoot it." I was so ready, my body dripping with sweat. "Shoot your daddy sperm into me."
Gavin let out a snarl and then cried out as he pummeled my ass with quick thrusts. I felt his shaft pulsating inside me, shooting his hot cum up into my guts. The sensation of his jizz splashing against the walls of my ass caused me to throw back my head and let out a wail as my own cock pulsed, blasting out ropes of white spunk that splattered across the carpet of Gavin's office.
The contracting muscles in my ass milked his throbbing shaft, causing Gavin to whimper pitifully as he spurted a few last jets of his sperm into me. Finally, I sank down onto him, sitting there with his cock completely buried in my body as we recovered from our orgasms.
"You made me cum without even touching my cock," I said, still panting.
"That was amazing," Gavin moaned gratefully as he slowly pulled his shaft out of me. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
I stood and turned to look down at his spent, sweaty body. I ran my hands over his massive, incredible chest. "Needless to say, you can keep me after hours any time you want."