"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 35: Best Man
May 2006
I knocked on the hotel room door and waited. It was a late Thursday night, and I was the only person in the hallway of the luxury hotel in Solvang, the California town famous for its Danish culture. Solvang also happened to be in the heart of Santa Barbara wine country and had been featured in the movie SIDEWAYS a couple of years earlier.
The door opened, and the face of my old roommate Gabe peered out. He looked tired, but his beard had been freshly trimmed earlier in the day, so he also looked unusually dapper. He smiled at the sight of me standing there in the business casual outfit I'd worn to the wedding rehearsal dinner earlier that evening. Gabe, however, was dressed in a tank top and boxers, looking like he had already tried and failed to go to bed.
"Oh, thank god," Gabe sighed. "I'm kinda freaking out here."
"You try smoking a blunt?" I asked, knowing that pot was his go-to medicine for stress.
"What do you think?" he replied. "But I think I just need to unload my shit on a bud."
"Well, relieving stress is my specialty."
Gabe had good reason to be stressed, because the next morning he and Tina were finally getting married at a winery a few miles north of Solvang. They'd scheduled the ceremony on a Friday to save a little bit a money.
It'd now been nearly five years since I'd moved to Los Angeles and become Gabe's roommate and best friend. In those five years, we'd watched each other age a bit, and we'd also settled into comfortable lives. I was now a junior publicist at HartBPM, and my publicity campaign for XPlusL was well under way with my models Danny and Blake.
Meanwhile, Gabe's comedy career was in full swing, with regular improv comedy shows at local theaters as well as occasional out-of-state shows with his multiple comedy troupes. He'd even booked a couple of acting gigs in TV commercials that ran nationwide.
The previous November, when Gabe and Tina had set a date for the wedding, rather than just calling me, Gabe drove out to Silver Lake and showed up at my apartment door to ask me to be his best man. Of course I accepted. The six months since then had flown by, and each time I saw Gabe, perhaps a couple of times a month, he seemed to grow more anxious as the wedding date neared.
This was evident at the bachelor party I'd thrown him earlier in the week. Despite fitting the stereotype of the big, fat party animal, Gabe had no interest in getting drunk and going to a strip club. As his best friend, I knew what he really wanted to do was get high, eat a lot, and then get high some more. I ended up renting a party bus to take Gabe and a bunch of his dude pals, mostly fellow comics, on a ride around Los Angeles, smoking pot until we arrived at a Chinese buffet restaurant in the San Gabriel Valley, where we spent three solid hours stuffing our faces with delicious, greasy food. We then took the party bus back to the comedy theater and smoked and drank well into the early morning hours.
Ironically, Tina had her bachelorette party that same night, and she and her gal pals went to a male strip club and got sloshed.
The bachelor party had given Gabe a brief respite from his anxiety over his impending nuptials, but all of it had apparently come roaring back after he'd sobered up the next morning. On Thursday morning we'd all headed to Solvang to check into the hotel and have the wedding rehearsal dinner, which Gabe spent with a vacant, dazed look in his eyes.
After dinner, I went to the hotel bar for a couple of drinks and had just returned to my hotel room when the call came just after 11:00.
"Hey, I need to talk to someone." Gabe sounded depressed on the other end.
I was at his door within a couple of minutes. As it turns out, Gabe was having basic pre-wedding jitters, and though he'd already smoked a joint on the balcony of his room, he was having trouble falling asleep. Even though he'd been dating Tina for more than three years, and they'd been living together for nearly a year, he was still worried that he wasn't good enough for her and that she'd drop him the moment she found someone more handsome and successful who wasn't stoned all the time.
Of course, since I'd gotten the cheapest room at the hotel, my first and only reaction was, "Hold on a minute, your room has a fucking balcony?"
This made Gabe laugh, and he immediately seemed more at ease. I suggested that we go out on his balcony, smoke some more pot, and discuss his anxiety. When I saw that the balcony looked out into the dark night towards the Santa Ynez Mountains to the southeast and that no one could see us there, I suggested that we do what we used to do on the roof of our apartment building and strip down to our boxers and just smoke and chat.
We chatted for about half an hour about Gabe's insecurities and my own inability to maintain a relationship, when I finally exhaled a big cloud of marijuana smoke and sighed.
"I know this much. Tina loves you, and she wants to be with you forever."
"Yeah, but how do you know that?" Gabe asked, still sounding doubtful. "I mean, I know we've been together for three years. But we're talking about committing to maybe another fifty." He thought a moment, then slapped his fat, bare belly with his hand. "Or thirty if I have the inevitable heart attack."
The whole time we'd known one another, we'd constantly joked about fat guys like us succumbing to heart failure, and this call-back made us chuckle together. But we fell silent as amusement gave way to melancholy.
"Look, Gabe," I said, "I know it because if things were different, I would definitely want to be with you forever. I know that Tina loves you as much I do. Maybe more."
This seemed to get through to Gabe, as I saw him raise his eyebrow as he contemplated my declaration of love. He looked over at me and smiled.
"Thanks, buddy," he said. "Sometimes I wish I could love you back the same way."
I nodded. "That's okay. I know you're gonna have an incredibly happy life with Tina."
Gabe took a deep breath. "Damn, I feel better. You always make me feel better, Sloan."
"I do what I can," I replied.
"You know," he said, whispering in a conspiratorial tone. "You ARE able to do some things that Tina can't."
I laughed. "Well, obviously. I'm a dude."
Gabe shook his head. "Naw, not that. I've never told anyone else this, but Tina's never blown me. I mean, she can't. My dick's just too big."
I shrugged. "That's no surprise. I've met plenty of guys who aren't able to suck my dick. We just do other things."
"Oh yeah," Gabe said, sounding like it wasn't a big deal, "It's not a dealbreaker, obviously. Fucking is a lot of fun with her." His voice dropped down to a whisper again. "And she even plays with my ass sometimes. I love that." He sighed. "But it'd be nice to get a good old-fashioned blowjob again."
By now his hand was on his crotch, absent-mindedly rubbing his visibly stiffening penis in his boxers. Having known Gabe for five years, I knew this was an invitation for me to touch his dick for the first time since he'd started dating Tina.
I immediately got up from my chair, got down on my knees in front of Gabe, and yanked down his boxers. His gigantic cock sprang up before me as I pulled his boxers completely off. Sitting before me naked and erect, he had a big, stoned grin on his face as I bent down and took his fat cock head into my mouth, savoring the feel of it in my mouth for the first time in years.
"Damn, I've missed this," Gabe murmured as I slid my mouth down the length of his huge erection, managing to get about seven inches of it in my mouth. Shortly after I'd blown him the first time all those years ago, Gabe had told me that nobody in his entire life had been able to take all of it, but that I was definitely the one who'd been able to fit the most of it in their mouth and throat.
I fondled his balls with my hand as I lovingly slid my mouth up and down his hard shaft. I took my sweet time, knowing that there was no danger of us being interrupted out here on Gabe's private hotel room balcony. I wanted to appreciate every second of running my tongue over the surface of his cock, making sure that he felt my lips gliding across every millimeter of his sensitive organ.
A nonstop flow of growls and groans emanated from Gabe as he stared at his cock going in and out of my mouth. His whole body trembled, his toes curling on either side of me from the sensation.
"Oh fuck, Sloan," he moaned, "you're such a good cocksucker. You're gonna make me cum so hard."
Knowing that I was giving him so much pleasure made my own cock stiffen and poke through the open fly of my boxer shorts. It wasn't long before I was dripping despite not even having touched my dick this whole time.
I slowly increased the pace and intensity of my blowjob until I tasted his precum practically flowing into my mouth. His groans became louder as I prepared to receive my reward.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Gabe growled. "I'm gonna cum!"
He started grunting like a bear as thick, hot fluid exploded from his pulsing cock into my waiting mouth. I eagerly gulped down Gabe's spurting cum, having hungered for years for its taste as well as the sight of his massive, naked body shuddering in ecstasy as his orgasm rolled through him.
"Oh god, thank you, thank you," he groaned. He smiled as he watched me continue to suck on his throbbing shaft, swallowing jet after jet of his hot jizz.
I suckled on his cock as his orgasm tapered off, and he was left breathing heavily, his smooth, hulking body glistening with sweat in the dark.
"That was awesome, Sloan," he sighed as I pulled my mouth off him and looked up at him affectionately. After a moment so that we could catch our breaths, Gabe finally slapped the armrests of his chair. "Okay, come on."
Gabe stood, accidentally bumping my chin with his still-hard cock, which was still dripping with his cum. We both chuckled, and he held out his hand to help me stand. He pulled me to the open door to his darkened hotel room.
Once we were inside, he quickly closed the drapes so that we had complete privacy. He then turned on the lights, and I thrilled to the sight of his naked, sweaty body. The thought that this was the body of a hefty, brutish bear of a man whom I'd just given a powerful orgasm made me even hornier, and my erection, which was still poking out of my boxers, was bouncing from the blood flowing through it.
Gabe smiled at the sight of my stiff organ, and he took it in his hand and rubbed it as he worked my boxers down my thick legs and onto the floor until I was as naked as he was.
Gabe sank to his knees and took my cock into his mouth. I knew that my cock had been the first and only cock he'd ever sucked, so he was still only able to get a few inches of it into his mouth. He would forever be a novice cocksucker, but I was overjoyed just to feel the wet warmth of his mouth on my shaft again after three long years.
Just like I had when I blew him, he sucked me lovingly and gently, in no rush to make me cum. He wanted to make this last, unlike so many so-called straight but curious guys I'd encountered who would try to get me off as quickly as possible to get it over with. Gabe was a true friend who also happened to be a generous lover.
I looked down at Gabe's mouth caressing my wet cock, but I could also see that his own massive penis was still stiff and bobbing up and down as he sucked me. I knew that he was going to cum again before this night was over.
I tapped him on the shoulder, and he looked up at me, my cock still in his mouth.
"Let's get on the bed," I suggested, pulling out of his mouth and lying down on his king-sized hotel bed. I rolled onto my side and patted the bedspread in front of me. "We can blow each other this way."
With a big grin on his face, Gabe climbed onto the bed and rolled onto his side so that we were in a position to 69 one another on our sides. We simultaneously took each other's cocks into our mouths and began sucking happily, moaning with delight.
I felt Gabe's bristly beard scratching my belly as he blew me, and it made me giggle. When I heard him giggling, as well, I realized that my own beard was rubbing against his big, soft belly, too. Despite the fact that we were two grown, hulking, bearded men, one of whom was getting married in a few hours, with our dicks in each other's mouths, it felt like we were two innocent boys who were just playing.
As I massaged Gabe's shaft with my lips and tongue, I ran my hand over his meaty thighs, then over his soft, smooth ass, squeezing it with my fingers. Since he'd confided in me that he enjoyed having Tina play with his ass, I slipped my hand into the crack of his ass and pressed his asshole with my middle finger. I heard him moan with approval, so I pushed my finger into his ass as I sucked on his cock harder.
This seemed to drive him wild, and he began sucking furiously on my shaft, having suddenly turned into an animalistic cocksucker. I wiggled my finger inside his ass, causing loud groans to escape from his mouth. It was all just a build-up to what I knew I wanted to do to send him over the edge.
I shoved my finger all the way into his ass until I felt Gabe's prostate. Chuckling even as I had my mouth stuffed with his huge cock, I applied pressure to his prostate with my probing finger.
Gabe's body heaved and stiffened as if he was struck by a bolt of electricity. He let out a loud cry that was stifled by my cock in his mouth, and then his cock started pulsing, releasing its second load of the night into my waiting mouth. I swallowed every blast of sperm that pumped down my throat and warmed my belly, enjoying the sound of Gabe crying and whimpering as his body shook.
The feeling of Gabe's body pressed against me as it was wracked with ecstasy triggered my own orgasm. I moaned as I went light-headed, and I started shooting my own blasts of cum into Gabe's mouth. I felt him sucking it down his throat as if he was nursing on a baby bottle.
By the time both of us had finished cumming down each other's throats, we were left lying there on our sides, nursing on our cocks until we both started laughing from the craziness of what we'd just done, on the eve of his wedding, no less.
We pulled out of each other's mouths and rolled onto our backs, both soaked with sweat and totally spent. I looked over at Gabe, who was staring up at the ceiling with a dazed grin.
"Everything's gonna be okay," he finally declared.
"It's gonna be great."
I pushed myself up and then laid down on top of Gabe's huge body, looking into his eyes before pressing my lips against his. We kissed deeply, knowing that we were bonded for life, and not just because we could still taste each other's cum in our mouths.
The next day, standing at the outdoor wedding altar at the winery, I stood behind Gabe, a line of groomsmen behind me. I watched as he gazed into Tina's eyes and declared his lifelong devotion to her, and I could tell that he meant it. And when she declared her love for him, I knew that they'd be together forever.
It made me wonder if I'd ever find the same devotion.