"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 4: Stay
July 2001
I was awakened at noon by the sound of spraying water. It was a Sunday morning in mid-July, and I'd been out bar-hopping almost until sunrise the night before, returning home and collapsing in my bed without having found a single guy to hook up with. It only made me more determined to move away from Cicero for good.
I pulled on a pair of shorts and stumbled out into the hall. "Dad?" I called out, but there was no answer. I heard more spraying water outside, so I continued out the front door into the blazing sun to find my Dad standing in the driveway, soaked to the bone and dressed only in a pair of cargo shorts. He set down the garden hose that he'd just used to wash the used silver 1996 GMC Sonoma pickup truck in our driveway.
"So, what do you think?" he asked proudly.
"Very cool," I replied, taking a brief moment to take in the sight of Dad's burly, half-naked body while I adjusted the morning wood in my shorts. "Wait, did you sell your car?"
"No," he replied, "it's for you. For your drive out west."
"What?" I said in awe, staggering down to the driveway and taking it all in. This beat-up pickup now seemed like the most beautiful vehicle I'd ever seen.
"Yeah, I saw an ad for it in the classifieds a couple of days ago and went and got it this morning. Do you like it?"
I was still slack-jawed in surprise. "It's perfect, Dad. Thanks." I gave him a big hug, soaking the front of my shirt in the process.
He was practically beaming as he looked at the truck. "For your new life out west."
"It's really happening." I handed Bobby a sheet of paper, which he looked over in silence.
We were sitting in my new/used GMC pickup, parked in the lot of a long-closed Sears store in the middle of nowhere. It was almost sunset, and I'd just taken Bobby on a joyride around town. The sheet of paper I'd just handed him was a printout of an apartment listing that I'd found online on a Delta Tau Omega fraternity alumni message board.
"Two-bed, two-bath apartment in Hollywood," I explained. "There's already another guy living there, Gabe, but he just broke up with his girlfriend, and now that she's moved out, he's looking for a roommate to split the rent. I talked to him on the phone, and he sounds cool."
"So he's not gay," Bobby sighed.
"Definitely not. I told him I was, but it doesn't bother him. We bonded over being in the same frat. He graduated five years ago, but he played rugby in college in New Jersey."
Bobby sighed and looked up at me. "When're you leaving?"
"Next week. Dad wants to have a going away party this weekend. You'll come, won't you?"
"Sure," Bobby replied unhappily. Then he leaned over and hugged me, refusing to let go. I hugged him back, and he whispered in my ear, "I don't want you to go."
We finally broke the hug, and I could see that his eyes were tearing up.
"Bobby," I said, putting a hand on his leg, "you know I love you. But I have to."
"I know," he replied sadly.
"You're gonna be okay. You got Tony. You got your family. You'll find someone."
I leaned forward and kissed him, and he responded eagerly. As we made out, our hands slid under the waistbands of each other's shorts in an effort to grope our quickly hardening dicks. We grunted hot breaths in each other's faces as we ardently jacked each other off. But I didn't want to get off so fast.
"Hold on, Bobby." I stopped and sat back, already almost out of breath.
I reached over and grasped his tee-shirt, pulling it up and over his head. He wiggled his body as he yanked down his shorts and kicked them off. I paused to admire his hefty, naked body, coated in dark, thick, soft fur, his erection poking up at full attention.
"You're beautiful, Bobby," I murmured, and he smiled bashfully.
I then stripped off my own clothes until I was also completely naked. I rubbed my stiff cock as I looked him over.
"Come on," I declared, "let's take this out back."
We were practically giggling like schoolgirls as we tumbled naked out of the truck and scampered around to the back. As soon as we climbed into the bed, I pushed Bobby's big naked body down onto his back and climbed on top of him. I brought my mouth down onto his chest and began to explore his broad, hairy chest with my tongue.
I moved down his body, kissing his soft belly, causing him to giggle and squirm. Bobby was always a ticklish dude. His ticklishness combined with the feeling of his stiff erection poking against my chest also caused me to laugh.
I moved down his body and ran my tongue up and down the length of his shaft, causing him to moan. I then took one of his balls, then the other one, into my mouth, sucking on them. Bobby's cock repeatedly brushed against the side of my head, dribbling precum onto my face as I massaged his balls with my mouth.
I slid back up his body until our bellies, and our hard erections, were pressed against each other, and we were once again gazing into each other's eyes. I ran my fingertips lovingly over his hair and goatee, then kissed him again as we humped our bodies, moaning as we rubbed our cocks together.
Bobby was like a big furry teddy bear, and I felt like I'd be satisfied with just cuddling with him all day. However, the friction of our bodies rubbing against one another made both of us horned up more than ever, and I felt my orgasm quickly approaching. I stopped humping my body against his, not ready to let it end, yet.
"Bobby," I whispered as I brushed his hair, "I want you inside me. Like that first time."
He grinned, his earlier melancholy dissolving into excitement. "Fuck yeah," he exclaimed. "Get on your back."
I obliged, rolling off him onto my back. Bobby got onto his knees, spread my legs, then scooted in between them, swiftly lifting them up so that my calves were pressed against his furry shoulders. He took his cock in his hand and pressed the tip against my ass. He wanted us to be able to see each other's faces while he fucked me.
I looked up at him with wide eyes. "Do it, Bobby."
My entire body tingled as he pushed his cock into me. After years of hard fucking by dozens of cocks, there was no longer the initial burst of pain that had accompanied that first time Bobby stuck his dick into me on our camping trip. This time, there was only the pure pleasure of feeling his thick pole sliding into my ass.
Bobby watched as a big grin spread across my face, and he smiled back sheepishly. He started thrusting his hips, not aggressively, but gently and smoothly. I gazed up at his big, beautiful body, covered in dark fur, as it heaved up and down over me. He had a beatific look of sheer pleasure on his face. God, Bobby was so handsome, especially when he was in the throes of passionate lovemaking. He placed his hands on my thick pecs and squeezed them as he humped away at my ass.
"Oh, fuck, Sloan," he moaned. "I wish I could do this every day for the rest of my life."
I reached up and placed my hands on either side of his face, holding it so that we could stare into each other's eyes as he plowed me lovingly.
Bobby moved his hand down across my now sweaty belly, wrapped his fingers around my rock-hard cock, and started pumping on it. I let out a loud, long groan, overwhelmed by the sheer sensory overload of it all.
"Come on, Sloan," he murmured, "give it to me. Shoot your load."
I gave him a big grin and nodded. "Yeah, I'm gonna give it to you, Bobby." I could feel the pressure building up in my balls as he expertly masturbated me. "Oh, fuck, here it comes!"
I cried out as waves of pleasure rolled through my body, and I shot out a rope of hot jizz that splattered across my torso in a long, white stripe. I grunted as more globs of cum shot onto my stomach and collected on my shaking belly until they slowly dripped down my side.
Bobby threw back his head and let out a deafening roar as he unleashed what seemed like a deluge of hot cum into my body. I suddenly had a warm feeling in my belly, as if I'd just downed a big, comforting mug of hot cocoa. That's how it felt to have Bobby shoot his sperm into my ass. It was a feeling that I'd missed.
He looked down at me, sweat dripping from his tousled mop of black hair. He ran a finger across my fuzzy chest, scooping up my cum, then brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean.
"Thanks, Bobby," I sighed.
He nodded, gingerly sliding his cock out of me and gently setting my legs down. He then leaned down and started licking up the rest of the white fluid streaking my torso.
When he was done, he laid on top of me and kissed me. He stuck his tongue forcefully into my mouth, and we wrestled with our tongues as we both moaned. I ran my hands up and down his sweaty back, taking pleasure in the feel of his naked, meaty body.
Finally, he pulled his face away from mine and looked deep into my eyes.
"Please stay," he whispered.
And once again, I found myself questioning whether I'd made the right decision.