"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 38: P.S. I Love You
April 2007
Bobby looked like a forlorn dog as he stood on the curb outside Palm Springs International Airport, a small suitcase at his side. Even though he was dressed like he was about to head out to the golf course, his hulking body clad in an XXXL golf shirt and cargo shorts, he looked super-uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he'd been waiting for an hour in the mid-April Coachella Valley heat. It was just after noon, and it must've been over 90 degrees in the blazing sun.
I pulled my silver macaroon-shaped 2007 Toyota Prius up to the curb and got out.
"Sorry, sorry, I should've known traffic on the 10 was going to be brutal," I apologized profusely as I walked up to Bobby. I'd just spent three-and-a-half hours stuck on the 120 miles of freeway from Los Angeles to Palm Springs.
It'd been six years since I'd seen him, and even though he still looked adorable, Bobby looked noticeably older. He'd grown the goatee he'd had since high school into a full, dark brown, almost black, beard. And his belly was just a little bit bigger and rounder. He'd probably put on a good 20 pounds, which made him look even more intimidating than the last time I'd seen him. That and the scowl on his face.
"Don't be mad at me," I said.
He finally smirked, looking like the old, amiable Bobby that I knew. "Don't worry about it. It's YOUR birthday, dude."
I grinned and planted a kiss right on his mouth. Bobby reacted with alarm, squirming a bit before giving in to the old, familiar, and comforting joy of having our faces mashed together.
"You don't have to worry," I explained as I pulled away. "This ain't Texas. It's Palm Springs. They don't bat an eye at two dudes making out here."
Bobby grinned with relief as I picked up his suitcase and opened the hatchback of my Prius, where my own luggage for the weekend sat. I saw Bobby looking at my car quizzically.
"Yeah, I know," I said. "I had to get rid of the Sonoma last year. Just got too hard finding parking in my neighborhood. Don't worry, the legroom in this thing is surprisingly good."
As soon as we were seated in my car, I reached out and ran my hand over Bobby's thick, dark beard. "You look good, Bobby," I said, which elicited another bashful smile from him.
"Thanks for getting me out here," he replied.
This reunion came together pretty suddenly and haphazardly. It started with another career milestone at the beginning of the month, when Gavin finally decided that I was ready to be a full-on publicist at HartBPM. I was no longer a junior publicist who needed to consult with one of the other publicists before taking on a new client. The freedom to take on whatever clients I wanted also came with another substantial pay hike. For the first time in my life, I had no worries about money.
The downside was that I no longer had much free time to actually spend that money. Business dinners and late nights at the office cut into my concert-going, and extended vacations like my European trip the previous summer were going to be much rarer. However, my twenty-eighth birthday was approaching, so I knew that Gavin couldn't deny me at least a weekend away to celebrate.
I wanted to get out of town for my birthday, but I couldn't go far. For years I'd been hearing that Palm Springs was the place to go for a gay weekend getaway, with numerous small resorts that catered to gay men, and I asked Reggie for some recommendations. I was hoping that Reggie, Dylan, or one of my other pals would be able to accompany me for a weekend of low-key debauchery, but everyone I asked was either swamped with work or already had plans for the weekend.
Which was why I ended up calling Bobby. For the first couple of years after I moved to L.A., we'd chat on the phone once or twice a week, but soon the phone calls became short emails with maybe a phone call every month. Eventually, the phone calls stopped, and we'd just provide occasional updates over email, especially as my career at HartBPM started taking off. When I called Bobby to ask if I could fly him out to Palm Springs to celebrate my birthday, it was the first time in 2007 that I'd heard his voice, something that I felt a little guilty about, especially since I always found time to call my Dad at least once a week.
I actually asked whether both Bobby and Tony could fly out, but Tony was going to be busy taking care of his son and two daughters that weekend. Bobby wanted to know if he could come see me in L.A. rather than Palm Springs. He wanted to see what my life was like out there, but I explained that I needed to get out of town for my birthday weekend. Bobby could come to L.A. some other time when we both had more free time to explore the city.
I did a little research before calling Bobby and found, to my surprise, that there were non-stop flights between Austin and Palm Springs. The plan was for Bobby to drive to Austin and fly to Palm Springs on my actual birthday. I'd leave L.A. early that morning, pick him up at the Palm Springs airport, and go check in at The Dionysus, one of the gay resorts that Reggie had suggested. I had the whole weekend planned: trips to the art museum, taking the famous cable car up to the top of the mountain overlooking the Coachella Valley, and tons of fine dining. My plan was to fatten Bobby up and also spend the weekend having him shoot his cum down my throat and in my ass.
Obviously, things didn't go quite as planned, starting with the fact that it was a Thursday, meaning that traffic was downright horrific leaving Los Angeles. That was the reason why Bobby had been waiting at the airport curb for over an hour by the time I arrived.
As I drove us to the resort, which was located in a suburban part of the city called Warm Sands, using the aid of the GPS navigation system built into my Prius' dashboard, I kept looking over at Bobby. I couldn't help noticing that even though he was as cute and handsome as ever, he was quieter and sadder than I remembered. I knew that he still had the plumbing business with Tony, and that they still occasionally fooled around with each other when business was slow.
"It's kind of pathetic," Bobby lamented after I told him about some of the sexual adventures I'd had during the past year. "About the only sex I'm getting is with my married business partner who also happens to be my best bud since high school."
"You have any luck with Craigslist?" I asked. The last time I'd spoken to him on the phone, the previous December, I'd told him about how I'd had luck finding hookups on Craigslist.
"A little," he answered. "Mostly truckers passing through town looking to suck a dick or get a quick handjob. But there just isn't much to choose from out there." Bobby sighed deeply. "I took a glance at the Los Angeles listings... I swear, you got it made."
I glanced over at him and saw him staring back at me. "Well, you know," I said, "you could always move to L.A. Start a new life, y'know?"
He sighed again. "I know, but it's not that easy. I got my life back in Cicero. Tony, the business... He needs me. I can't just walk away from that."
I nodded. "Yeah, I get it. It was scary moving away from Texas."
"Hey man," Bobby said, trying to sound cheerful. "This weekend is all about you. Let's have some fun."
"Absolutely," I replied, reaching over to grab his crotch with my right hand.
Bobby moaned as I rubbed his growing bulge. "Oh god, I missed this."
"Me, too." I looked up as we neared what looked like a small motel surrounded by a tall hedge. An unassuming wooden sign with "The Dionysus" carved into it sat in front of a small parking lot with a half-dozen spaces. "We're here."
"Wow, the water pressure here is great!" Bobby yelled from the bathroom of our guest room at The Dionysus. I chuckled, amused by the thought that even whle on vacation at a gay resort, a plumber would immediately fixate on the water pressure of the shower. After his long flight and long wait in the Palm Springs heat, he had been dying for a nice, long shower.
Reggie had recommended several gay resorts, but I picked The Dionysus because he said it was the smallest and most relaxed. It consisted of only a dozen guest rooms built around a courtyard with a pool, jacuzzi, and several pool chairs. Protected by the hedges around the property as well as the ring of guest rooms, the courtyard was not only clothing optional, but also public sex friendly.
And in fact, as Bobby was enjoying his high-pressure shower in the bathroom, I found myself staring through the vertical blinds out the window of our guest room at a young, smooth-faced, chubby blond bear sucking lazily on the cock of a furry, bearded Mexican musclebear in his 30s lying on a pool chair out in the middle of the courtyard. I pulled my cock out of my shorts and worked it to a full erection as I spied on them.
The resort manager who had checked us in at the front office, a daddy with a long white beard named Mickey, had told us that we should expect to see such sights during our stay. I asked Mickey if he ever joined in. He just smiled and replied that no, he was happily partnered to the owner of the resort for twenty years and just wanted to give other gay men a refuge where they could relax and have fun without judgment or pressure.
I was so entranced by the sight of the two bears in the courtyard that I didn't even notice that Bobby had finished his shower and had strolled out of the bathroom completely naked as he finished toweling off his beautiful, bearish body.
"Hey, whatcha lookin' at?" Bobby asked. I looked back and saw him grinning at the sight of my stiff cock in my fist.
"Come over here and take a look," I whispered loudly, even though there was no way that the bears in the courtyard could hear us even if we were yelling.
Bobby dropped his towel on the bed and joined me at the window. His eyes widened when he saw the blond bear giving the musclebear a blowjob right out in the open.
"Oh wow," Bobby murmured, and I could see his penis immediately starting to harden and grow without even being touched.
"Bobby," I said, and he looked over at me. We stared into each other's eyes. "I'm so glad you're here. I really missed you."
"Same, buddy," he replied, and suddenly our mouths were smashed together as we kissed hungrily, expressing years of pent-up desire and longing.
We both moaned as our tongues pressed into each other's mouths, wrestling with one another. Our beards scratched together as they became wet with our saliva. I quickly stripped off my clothes until I was just as naked as Bobby, and we wrapped our arms around each other's large bodies, hugging tightly as if we were afraid of being separated again.
Finally, I took a step back from Bobby. "Let me take a look at you."
I looked over his bare body with affection and admiration, a body I had watched develop over more than a decade. This was the man who'd taken my virginity, after all. Actually, he had been just a boy when he took my virginity, if you could call a 260-pound young grizzly bear a boy. But now he was a nearly 300-pound man with a big, burly chest and belly covered in dark fuzz. One thing hadn't changed in all those years, though: Bobby's deep, dark, soulful eyes. When he was a teenager, they came off as piercing and intense. Now, they looked melancholy and thoughtful.
"God, you're beautiful," I said as I reached out and ran my hand over his thick chest.
"I don't think anyone's ever called me that," Bobby replied with a mixture of modesty and sadness.
We both looked back out the window and saw that the young blond bear was now on all fours, and the Mexican musclebear was eating out his ass.
"What do you think?" I asked as I rubbed my cock. "Should we join them?"
The two bears stopped playing and looked up as they heard Bobby and me exiting out guest room and stepping out into the blazing sun, our stiff erections on full display. They smiled as they watched us approach.
"Hey there," the Mexican musclebear said with a thick accent, his brown skin glistening with sweat. "We were afraid we might be the only ones here."
The blond chub stood to greet us. "Hi, I'm Benny. This is Chino."
"Sloan," I replied as we all shook hands. "This is Bobby."
We all looked over our naked bodies and all of our hard cocks. Benny had a long, perfectly straight cock that was bright red when fully erect. Chino's cock was like his body, short, thick, dark brown, and glistening.
"So, are you guys... together?" I asked them.
Benny laughed. "Naw. We actually met here yesterday. I'm from Portland. I'm actually here all week, then going to the Coachella Music Festival next weekend. This place is gonna be packed then."
"I'm from San Diego," Chino said. "Just a short vacation."
"Same," I replied, "though I'm from L.A. Today's my birthday. Bobby here's my best friend from high school back in Texas. He just flew out this morning to celebrate with me."
"First trip to California," Bobby explained as he shook hands with Benny and Chino.
"Well," Chino said with a grin. "Welcome."
With that, Chino dropped to his knees and engulfed Bobby's cock with his mouth. Bobby's expression turned to one of both surprise and pleasure.
Benny shrugged and looked at me with an expression that said, "Why not?" before kneeling before me and proceeding to suck eagerly on my dripping cock.
With our dicks being sucked by two bears who were complete strangers just a couple of minutes earlier, Bobby and I leaned towards one another and started making out again. I could sense Bobby loosening up and relaxing, as if years of repressed lust had lifted away from him in an instant.
He grinned as pulled back and looked into my eyes. "Hey, I think the birthday boy needs to get fucked."
Chino and Benny pulled our cocks out of their mouths and looked up at us. "We haven't seen each other in six years," I explained. "I've missed having that dick in my ass."
I got down on all fours on the cool, artificial grass that landscaped the courtyard. Benny and Chino watched with delight as Bobby lubed up his erection and knelt behind me.
"You ready?" he asked.
"I'm always ready for you, Bobby," I replied.
Having been desperate for this moment for years, Bobby shoved his big cock into me in one quick thrust. I cried out in joy at the sensation of his shaft sliding all the way into my ass. He began to fuck me like an animal, with deep, powerful thrusts, grunting and huffing as he plowed me.
"Fuck yeah," Chino uttered as he and Benny pumped their cocks with their fists as they watched Bobby humping me with abandon. To them it might've looked like I was being assaulted by Bobby, but I knew that his aggressive fucking really just an expression sheer passion.
Bobby wrapped his strong arms around my torso and lifted me up until we were both on our knees as he fucked me. My stiff cock bounced before me as he pounded my ass. I was so enthralled by the feeling of his big, fuzzy, bear body slamming against me that I almost didn't notice Benny getting down on all fours in front of me.
"I want that monster hog of yours inside me," Benny said lustfully, pointing his fat, pink ass at me.
He literally backed his ass onto my cock, and we both groaned as my erect rod slid into his warm body. Bobby's powerful thrusts pretty much forced me to start pounding Benny's asshole with my own thick shaft. The three of us let out cries and grunts of ecstasy as our bodies moved together, slippery shafts pumping into hungry holes.
And then Benny went silent as Chino knelt before him and shoved his cock into his waiting mouth. I reached around and started jerking on Benny's hard rod so that all four of us were having our cocks stimulated.
"I'm gonna cum," Bobby growled into my ear as he pounded my ass. "I love you so much, Sloan."
"Yeah, give me your cum," I grunted in return. "Shoot it deep in me."
I felt Bobby's body tensing up behind me, and he began to whimper. His thrusting cock pulse, and I felt blasts of his hot cum filling my ass. It was a warm, familiar feeling, and I suddenly felt like I was a teenager again, having my insides coated with Bobby's hot sperm for the first time.
"Fuck," Bobby finally sighed as he stopped thrusting, then he pulled his cock out of my ass and sat back to regain his breath.
My ass felt empty without a cock in it. I looked over at Chino, whose face had a look of bliss as Benny blew him.
"Hey, Chino," I said. "You wanna fuck my ass?"
He grinned. "Sure," he said as he stood, walked around us, and knelt behind me. "It's your birthday, after all."
With that, he slid his thick cock into me, wrapped his muscled arms around me, and began thrusting into me. He fucked me rhythmically and smoothly, and I found myself wishing that I could see the thick muscles of his body in motion. I would just have to settle for the feeling of his dick moving inside me.
With his mouth no longer stuffed with cock, Benny once again let out cries and whimpers as my cock pounded in and out of his asshole. I continued to furiously pump his cock with my fist.
"Oh my god, I'm gonna blow," Benny cried out as cock grew stiff as a rod.
I felt his shaft throbbing in my hand as jets of his white cum shot out of him and watered the artificial grass beneath us. The muscles of his ass clamped down on my own cock, and I could no longer hold back.
"Fuck me!" I yelled as I blasted my load deep into Benny's body. My brain was so overloaded by my orgasm that I almost forgot that Chino's cock was still thrusting into my own ass.
"Ah, fuck!" Chino shouted as my ass contracted around his cock, almost forcing his orgasm. "I'm cumming!"
He pounded his cock into me like a jackhammer, with rapid-fire thrusts, until I felt his throbbing cock spewing blast after blast of his thick, hot jizz into my guts.
Chino, Benny, and I finally stopped moving and just rested with our cocks in each other, my ass now filled with two loads.
I looked over at Bobby, who was rubbing his cock, fully erect again. "Happy birthday, buddy," he said as he stood and slid his cock into my mouth.