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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 42: Vegas Buffet
"Ah, ah, ah, ugh!" The bearded bear who was covered in dark fur made guttural, animalistic sounds as chubby body twisted and writhed in the Spa Mandalay steam room. I was kneeling on the floor between his legs as my mouth moved up and down the length of his surprisingly large erection.
His name was Aaron, and I had gleaned from my brief conversation with him before I started blowing him that he was a Jewish musical theater actor from New York City. I found that funny because there were distinctly non-melodious sounds emanating from his mouth as I serviced his cock.
It was Wednesday morning, the day before Thanksgiving, and it was my last full day in Vegas before I was to drive home to a typically deserted Los Angeles. As I've mentioned before, L.A. residents tend to abandon the city on Thanksgiving to go home to their families. After my wild Monday at Spa Mandalay, I'd taken Tuesday off to recharge, stuffing myself with king crab legs at the Mandalay Bay buffet for lunch and then catching a Cirque du Soleil show that night and then spending some hours at the craps table and video poker machines. It felt good to have a sex-free day, knowing that I'd be returning to the spa the next day to hunt for more cock.
And it certainly didn't take long for me to cruise this theater bear Aaron and get his cock into my mouth in the steam room. It wasn't even 10:00 in the morning when his body lurched, and with a tremendous grunt, he unloaded his rich, creamy load of sperm down my throat.
"Fuuuuck," he groaned as he shot the last of his juice into my mouth. "What a way to start the day."
I pulled my mouth off him, and we smiled at each other.
"Thanks for that," I said as I stood and looked around the steam room, realizing for the first time that it was almost devoid of actual steam. "Hey, is it me, or is the steam not working?"
As we soon learned, the steam room was malfunctioning. After some complaints from customers, spa attendants descended on the steam room, then called in a maintenance man to take a look at the steam generator. By noon, there was an "out of order" sign taped to the door.
However, that didn't stop guys from going into the steam room to play. In fact, as I had learned when the steam room was out of order at Millennium Spa, after being warned at the front desk that the steam room was out of commission, the only customers who decided to buy a day pass were guys who were not really there to use the steam room. That is, they were there to play.
The first evidence of this came around noon, when a short, burly Japanese musclecub with a shaved head whom I had seen prowling the spa in the morning returned after having gotten an hour-long massage. I watched him stroll up to the steam room door and take notice of the "out of order" sign. Without even hesitating, he pulled open the door and went in.
I followed him into steam room, which was hot and humid but free of steam, the steam generator sputtering pitifully in the corner of the room. I rounded the corner and found the Japanese musclecub standing naked on the lower seating at the end of the room with his hands on his hips, just waiting for the first person to come in to service him.
No words needed to be exchanged. I walked right up to him, his quickly stiffening cock right at the level of my mouth, and immediately swallowed him. I sucked furiously on his now fully hard erection as he just stood there slowly thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth methodically.
He must have been in a rush to get off, because after about a minute, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and began jerking off furiously as his breathing because rapid and heavy. I could tell from the dazed look on his face that he was about to shoot. He suddenly rammed his dick back into my mouth just as he started to cum, fucking my mouth again as I greedily swallowed all of his spurting cum.
He'd barely finished cumming when he nodded and uttered a curt, "Thanks." He then hopped down from his marble perch and walked quickly out of the steam room, his erect cock still bouncing before him. That must have been it for him that day, because I never saw him again.
A couple of hours later, I went back into the steam room and found two guys already in there. There was a nerdy-looking, middle-aged pudgy guy who was wearing his glasses since there was no danger of them steaming up. He had a cute, chubby, clean-shaven face and a fuzzy chest, looking like he might be in Vegas for a convention, though I knew there were no conventions that week because of Thanksgiving.
I found him chatting with a super-thick, stocky Chinese musclebear in his 30s with the body of a weightlifter as they both sat there naked. Actually, as I found out as I sat down across from them and listened in to their conversation, he was actually Chinese-Canadian, visiting Vegas from Edmonton.
"Yeah," he said, "I've been coming here for years during your Thanksgiving because the hotel prices are so low. We have our Thanksgiving in October."
"That works out nicely for you," the nerdy guy replied, casually scratching his fuzzy paunch. "Yeah, I have to fly home to Seattle tomorrow for Thanksgiving with my folks."
The Chinese musclebear then looked over at me. "How about you. Got any plans for the holiday?"
Surprised that I was suddenly being engaged in conversation, I fumbled with my words. "Uh, no. No, this is pretty much my Thanksgiving."
"Where're you visiting from?" the nerdy guy asked.
"L.A."
"Ah, so you must come here all the time."
"No, actually this is my first time in Vegas."
The Chinese bear brightened up. "So this is your first time at this spa?"
"I was here on Monday, but yeah," I replied. "First time experiencing the Vegas spas."
The two guys exchanged what looked like conspiratorial looks.
"But I go to Korean spas all the time back home," I added, "and from what I experienced here on Monday, things aren't that much different."
I then casually began rubbing my cock with my hand. I watched as they moved their hands to their own cocks and started massaging them. We just sat there, looking at each other's shafts growing until we were all fully hard.
Then the door to the steam room opened, and a brutish Irish-looking ginger cub with a reddish-blond goatee and buzzcut hair entered the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked around as we all discretely covered our erections with our hands.
"Steam's still busted?" he asked, despite the obviousness of the answer.
"Yeah," I replied, "at least it's still hot in here."
He walked over to us and sat down next to the Chinese musclebear. I now had the nerdy guy, the Chinese musclebear, and the ginger cub all seated in a row across from me. The ginger cub looked over and must have seen that the two guys seated next to him both had barely concealed hard-ons. The ginger cub smiled at the sight and then opened his towel to reveal his own cock, which was half-erect.
The whole atmosphere in the steam room became more relaxed as the four of us took our cocks in our hands and began masturbating together. At one point, I saw the other three all turn their heads to look directly at me and my cock, by far the largest one in the room. I put on a show for them, grunting and growling as I jerked on my hard shaft.
But as much as I wanted to show off to them, I also wanted to continue my buffet of cock. I stood and walked across to them, dropping to my knees before the middle-aged pudgy nerdy guy and engulfing his cock, which was dripping with precum, with my hot mouth. I began blowing him in earnest, realizing that I was about to try to extract three loads of cum from three guys before we were interrupted by anyone else entering the steam room.
The nerdy guy was eager to help me achieve this. He got to his feet, gripped the sides of my head with his hands, and began to fuck my mouth furiously. To my surprise, he let loose with a torrent of obscenities and filthy talk.
"Yeah, take that cock, you fucking fat cum slut. You're gonna swallow my fucking load, aren't you? You dirty cum pig."
The Chinese musclebear and ginger cub seemed to be turned on by this display as they pounded their shafts with their fists.
After aggressively fucking my mouth for a couple of minutes, the nerdy guy cried out. "Yeah, I'm fucking cumming! Fucking take it all, pig!"
His cum exploded into my mouth, and I struggled to swallow each blast as he continued ramming his spurting cock head against the back of my throat.
"Fuck, yeah," he finally groaned as he pulled out of my mouth and sat back down to recover.
I didn't waste any time, quickly moving over to the Chinese musclebear and swallowing his cock, which elicited a sharp intake of breath from him as I pleasured him with my mouth. His body stiffened as I gave him an intense and energetic blowjob, and I knew that I was going to make him cum quickly.
"Ah, jeez!" he groaned as I felt his cock pulsing, and he ejaculated his load of sperm into my waiting mouth. He growled as I sucked out all of his spunk and swallowed it.
As soon as he'd finished cumming, I moved over to the ginger cub and slid my lips down his long, stiff erection. "Ohhhh," he moaned as I moved my mouth up and down the length of his shaft smoothly and rapidly. I also swirled my tongue around his cock as I blew him, eager to receive my third load of cum in barely five minutes.
The Chinese musclebear, still recovering from his orgasm, reached over and massaged the ginger cub's chest and paunch as I ramped up the intensity of my blowjob. The ginger cub began to pant and whimper as he barreled towards his climax.
"Oh god," he whined as he squeezed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth.
His shaft throbbed as hot jets of sperm erupted into my mouth. I savored the taste of his spooge as I gulped it down. His body shook and trembled as he was overcome with ecstasy. The nerdy guy and the Chinese musclebear both chuckled at the sight of the ginger cub's body convulsing as he came down my throat.
Just then, we heard the outer vestibule door to the steam room. I scrambled back to my seat across the room as we all covered up our cocks, some of them still dripping with semen, with our hands and towels.
A stocky, smooth, dark-skinned, muscular Middle Eastern man with a short beard entered the steam room, a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. He nodded to us, seemingly unaware that I'd just swallowed the loads of the other three guys in the room. He sat at the end of the steam room with a deadly serious look on his face.
One by one, the rest of us left the steam room. The three guys I'd blown needed to clean themselves up, while I just needed to cool down. As I walked past the pools in the spa, I almost immediately set my eyes on a tall, beautiful, young, bearded bear with a furry chest and belly and a downright incredible musclebear body who was dipping his foot into one of the hot pools to test the temperature. The towel around his waist looked like it was going fall off his ample waist at any moment. He looked like he could be an offensive lineman in town for a college football bowl game.
For the next hour, I caught glimpses of him around the spa, soaking in the hot and warm pools, and then lounging in a robe in one of the lounge chairs that lined the pool area. I even saw him go into the dry sauna for a spell, but he didn't seem to be drawn to the out of order steam room. It was driving me crazy wondering whether he was interested in any kind of play.
Finally, late in the afternoon, I went back to the steam room and was surprised to find the furry musclebear sitting there next to the Middle Eastern muscleman from earlier. They both had their towels on and looked super serious. I decided to test the waters. I sat down next to them and threw open my towel, seeing how they'd react to a big furry bear just letting it all hang out.
I quickly discovered that they were not as uptight as I had feared, because almost immediately they both threw open their towels, revealing that they both had full erections. The furry musclebear then got down on his knees in front of the Middle Eastern muscleman and began blowing him. Or rather, I should say that he resumed blowing him, because it became clear that the cocksucking had begun long before I had come into the room.
I lazily masturbated as I watched the musclebear's mouth slide up and down the muscleman's dark shaft. I had a perfect profile view of the hot scene as the muscleman tilted his head back with his eyes closed and moaned. His mouth opened wide as he panted heavily, and I realized that he was cumming.
The musclebear moaned and made gulping sounds as he swallowed the fresh load of cum. The Middle Eastern muscleman opened his eyes and looked down at the musclebear's head still buried in his groin, still sucking on his cock.
Finally, the furry musclebear sat back down and began jerking his big, thick cock. Seeing the opportunity to receive a sixth load of cum that day, I scrambled over to him and wrapped my lips over his hard shaft and sucked on it furiously.
The muscleman watched us as the musclebear let out a long, low growl, and I felt his dick throbbing in my mouth as he pumped his load of sperm into my mouth and down my throat. As I felt his cum warming my belly, it occurred to me that since I'd skipped breakfast that morning, I'd eaten nothing but cum all day.
As he finished cumming, the musclebear tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up at his cute face, and he spoke his first words to me.
"Stand up," he commanded.
I did as I was told, my cock hard and throbbing before me. I'd been stimulating it off and on for a good six hours, and it was ready to explode.
The musclebear must have sensed that, too, because he leaned forward and engulfed my cock with his mouth. I could tell he was an expert cocksucker, perhaps with almost as much experience as me, because his mouth felt like silk on my sensitive shaft.
Before long, it felt like fireworks were going off in my head as I had one of those intense orgasms than seemed to last forever. My cock began to pulse and pump jets of cum into the musclebear's mouth... and then it just wouldn't stop pulsing and pumping out cum.
After what felt like fifteen full seconds of ejaculating, I groaned in surprise, "I'm still cumming." The musclebear chuckled and smiled as he continued swallowing the fluid I was spurting into his mouth.
My orgasm finally subsided, and I just stood there weakly, my cock still buried in the musclebear's mouth. He continued sucking on it as I tried to regain my breath. I looked over at the Middle Eastern muscleman, who was staring at me with wide eyes, astounded by the intensity and duration of my orgasm.
If he'd only known everything I'd done that day at the spa.