"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 3: Home Sweet Home
"Big man!"
It was a hot, humid summer night in Cicero, and Bobby Bickner had both his arms raised in the air as he strode towards me, as if he were calling a touchdown. The dark-haired, goateed tank of a teenager who had been the first guy to ever fuck me five years earlier on a Memorial Day beach camping trip had grown into a dark-haired, goateed tank of a man.
Back in high school, I'd always thought of Bobby as kind of a sad sack, even though he was a very passionate and almost athletic animal in the sack.
"You're looking good, Bobby," I replied as he reached me.
He stopped, looked me over, gave me a big hug, then planted a big kiss right on my lips, his goatee scratching my face.
"God damn, I've fucking missed you," he drawled, then whispered in my ear, "I've missed fucking you, too."
It was a good thing we were standing in the middle of our old high school football field, with no one else around seemingly for miles, or at least no one else who'd be shocked by this talk of two men fucking.
After my graduation ceremony and farewells to my college life, my Dad had driven me and all my belongings back to Cicero. We didn't talk about what had happened the night before graduation. I'd been afraid it would add tension to the drive home, but paradoxically it appeared that swallowing each other's cum had made the relationship between me and my Dad more open and easy-going. Instead, we spent most of the drive discussing what I was going to do with the rest of my life.
That was something I still hadn't figured out, and so I'd laid about the house for a couple of days to think about it, not even bothering to unpack. I'd finally come up with a plan, and so I decided to reach out to some of my buddies from high school. Bobby was the first to respond, and we made plans to meet up at this location at sunset.
There was one other buddy who responded. I saw jolly former tackle Tony Wise lumbering towards us, a big, warm smile on his now-bearded face. Tony, who on our senior week beach trip had fucked Bobby while Bobby fucked me while I had fucked a young powerlifter I'd met on the beach. Tony was carrying a couple of pizza boxes and a case of beer in his arms.
Even though we hadn't planned it, we were all dressed in loose-fitting tank tops and athletic shorts, as if we were meeting at a basketball court to shoot some hoops.
"Hey there, Sloan." Tony set the pizza and beer down on the grass and gave me a hug, and when he pulled away, I noticed the wedding ring on his hand.
"Oh wow," I exclaimed, grabbing his hand and holding it up to get a closer look at the ring. "When did this happen?"
Tony looked down sheepishly. "A couple of months ago. Girl I met while on a repair job last year." He then looked up and grinned. "We're expecting a baby."
Now I was the one to give him a big hug. "Oh man, Tony, congratulations!"
As I soon learned, both Bobby and Tony had dropped out of college, returned home to Cicero, and found jobs as plumber's apprentices, eventually becoming plumbers themselves and opening their own business together.
I turned to Bobby. "How about you?"
He smirked at me. "Still looking for the right guy, I guess."
I nodded. So it was confirmed: after all was said and done, Bobby was a totally gay bear just like me.
"Sorry I didn't keep in touch with you guys when I went off to school," I said. "You ever hear from the others?"
"Zack moved to Houston right after high school," Bobby answered. "And Tucker moved back to Arkansas for college and I guess stayed there. I still see some of the other guys around, but we haven't really stayed friends."
"And Coach Smallwood?"
Tony grinned. "He's still the coach here, though I don't think he's fucked any more players since he fucked you." We all laughed, then Tony leaned down to pick up the pizza boxes. "Hey, you look hungry."
The sun had set, and the cicadas were buzzing as we sat in the bleachers overlooking the Cicero High football field, chowing down pepperoni pizza and chugging down cans of cheap PBR.
"So what're your plans, college boy?" Bobby asked in between swigs of beer.
"Well, that's one of the reasons I wanted to talk to you guys," I replied as I finished off a fourth slice of pizza and wiped my hands on a napkin. "Because I think I've made a decision, but I'm still not sure I should do it."
Tony perked up. "Go on."
I sighed. "I think I want to move to L.A."
Confused looks crossed both their faces. "And do what?" Bobby finally asked.
"I dunno," I mumbled. "Maybe it's a dumb idea." I thought a bit. "I mean, it's not like I have a job lined up or even know anybody out there. Hell, I've never even been to California. I could fucking hate it. It's just..." What I wanted to say was that there was no future for me in Cicero, but then I realized who I was talking to. "I just want something... new."
Bobby and Tony looked at me with blank stares, but then Bobby nodded sadly. "Yeah, I get it. I mean, I've thought about leaving Cicero, moving to the big city. I'm sure I'd have a better chance of finding a boyfriend." He then looked over at Tony. "But I do have a life here. And a best friend I'm in business with."
Tony smiled and leaned over to give Bobby a bear-hug.
"I'm afraid of leaving my Dad, though." I sighed again. "I mean, I just left him alone for four years, and now I'm talking about leaving him for good."
Tony finally sat up and declared, "Fuck it, Sloan, you gotta do it. You gotta think about your own future."
"I know."
"We're gonna miss you, buddy," Bobby said as he clambered up a bench to sit next to me and plant another kiss on my lips, one that lasted for several seconds.
"God, I almost forgot what this was like," I said as we pulled apart and just gazed at each other.
Tony finally slapped his knee. "Jesus, the tension's killing me. Come on, guys, you know you want to do it."
"Do what?" I asked dumbly.
"What we used together in high school."
I looked up at him. "Only if you join in, Tony."
"What, you didn't think I would?" Tony laughed as he became the first of us to pull off his tank top, exposing his big, fuzzy, doughy torso.
"But what would your wife think?" I asked.
"She doesn't have to know," he chuckled, sticking his hand down his shorts and starting to fondle himself. "As long I go home to her tonight."
"I got you," Bobby murmured as he reached down and pulled my tank top up and off, tossing it aside, then pulled off his own. We stood and took off our shorts. "Sloan, I want you to fuck me." Bobby laid on his belly on the bleacher bench, sticking his big ass up at me.
Fuck yes, I thought. I'd never gotten a chance to fuck Bobby in high school. He'd always been the top when we got together. My cock got instantly hard just looking at him prone before me.
I retrieved the tube of lube that I always kept on my keyring and squirted some on my stiff rod, rubbing it to get it ready. I looked over at Tony, who had his tongue hanging from his open mouth like a panting dog as he continued fondling his cock in his shorts.
"Do it, Sloan," Tony ordered, sounding unbelievably horny.
I grinned and lowered myself onto Bobby's body, pressing the tip of my erection against his waiting asshole. And with a deep breath, I pressed forward, sliding it into him.
"Yesssss..." Bobby hissed as I entered him. "Fuck me, Sloan."
I pushed all the way in and held it there, savoring the feeling of finally being inside one of my oldest buddies. I laid on top of him, grabbing his wrists and raising both of his arms over his head.
Then I started slowly humping, pulling my cock smoothly out of his ass and then plunging it back in, causing Bobby to let out a gruff "Uh!" with each thrust. I huffed hot breaths on the back of his neck as I gradually picked up the pace, fucking him harder and faster with each passing moment.
I looked over at Tony, who by now had kicked off his shorts, his big hairy, body dripping with sweat and looming over us as he furiously pumped his angry, red cock with his fist. Tony was a big precummer in high school, and nothing had changed. Clear, sticky fluid dripped from his cockhead as he jerked off over us.
"Get over here, Tony," I said as I cocked my head.
Tony stepped towards me and knelt so I could take his hard cock into my mouth. I sucked the dripping precum off it and started to give him a furious blowjob.
"Aw, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Tony grunted as I swallowed his cock hungrily and repeatedly.
Bobby looked over at Tony's dripping, sweaty body thrusting and heaving next to us. "Yeah, suck him, Sloan," Bobby groaned. "Make him shoot."
But then suddenly Tony pulled his cock out of my mouth.
"Hey, what gives?" I cried out as I continued to pound away at Bobby's ass.
Tony wiped sweat off his soaked chest and belly with his hand. "I'm about to cum."
"Then get back here," I protested.
"I want to cum inside you," he replied, which elicited a big smile from me.
"Then get in me!" I teased.
Tony grinned and got behind me and Bobby, positioning his hot, wet cock at my asshole and then shoving it into me, sending a wave of electric pleasure coursing through my body.
"Oh god, Tony, fuck me," I growled as we became a mound of humping flesh fully exposed to the summer night.
It only took about a minute before Tony was making loud crying noises in my ear and grunting, "I'm gonna blow my load, Sloan. I gonna shoot in your ass, you whore!"
Whoa, I thought to myself, nobody had ever called me a whore before, but it kind of felt good. Especially knowing that he was probably used to saying it to his wife while fucking her.
"Yeah, shoot it, Tony," I groaned. "Shoot your cum in me."
Tony let out a shout as I felt his body tense on top of me, then he started shaking as his cock throbbed inside me, spurting his load deep into me. Sweat dripped off his trembling body onto me and Bobby.
"Oh god!" I cried out as my own orgasm barreled towards me, and I started coating Bobby's insides with my own sperm.
Bobby growled beneath me as I shoved my erection all the way into him one more time, holding it there as I pumped a few more shots of jizz into him.
We laid there for a full minute, catching our breaths.
"I gotta tell you," Tony sighed, "I've never had sex this hot with any chick." He took a few more breaths. "I love you guys."
"Aw, thanks, Tony," I said, turning my head and kissing his sweaty shoulder.
Tony slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, causing me to shudder with pleasure, and then in turn I slid my own dripping rod out of Bobby's warm ass.
I sat up and patted Bobby's furry ass. "Roll over, buddy. Time for your reward."
With a huff, Bobby pushed himself up and flipped onto his back, his hard cock popping up, dark crimson and ready.
I immediately engulfed it with my mouth. Tony had denied me the taste of his cum, and I wasn't going home without a load of cum in my stomach. I sucked hungrily on Bobby's cock as he moaned in ecstasy.
Tony knelt and tweaked Bobby's hard nipples with his fingers, then leaned down and pressed his lips against Bobby's. They both moaned as they kissed passionately, making sucking sounds as they both breathed heavily.
Bobby started humping his hips, fucking my mouth, and I slid a couple of my fat fingers into Bobby's asshole, still slick with lube and my cum, feeling around until I found his prostate. I applied a little bit of pressure and...
Bobby reared up, throwing his head back and roaring into the night. "Fuuuuck!"
Cum exploded from his cock with such force and volume that it caused me to choke. If I hadn't been there to stop it with my mouth, it probably would've shot several feet into the air. Instead, it shot straight down my throat into my waiting and grateful belly.
"Oh god, Sloan!" Bobby yelled again, and another forceful blast flooded my mouth with his hot cum, which I also swallowed eagerly.
His body stopped heaving as his orgasm subsided, dripping with even more sweat than Tony.
I sat up. "Thanks, Bobby, I needed that."
Tony pointed to my lip. "Hey man, you got some..."
I felt a rivulet of Bobby's cum dripping from my lip. Instead of licking it off, I leaned forward and kissed Tony, letting him have a taste of Bobby.
When we broke our kiss, I looked down at Bobby, who looked back at me sadly with eyes that reminded me of a puppy dog.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing," he sighed. "Just wish we had more time together."