"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 43: Inked
April 2009
"Where'd you get yours?" I asked Dylan as I touched the bear paw tattoo on his meaty pec. He'd gotten it a couple of years ago, and I always liked running my fingers over it.
"Not far from here, actually," he replied. "Dark Rainbow Tattoo near Sunset and Fountain."
Dylan and I were both naked and cuddling in his bed on a Friday night after he'd just filled my ass with his cum. Earlier in the year, he'd moved into a new apartment in Hollywood, where he'd be closer to the music scene so he could shoot more concerts. It also meant that since we now lived only a mile apart, it was a lot easier for us to hook up, which we'd been doing every couple of weeks.
My 30th birthday was that Sunday, and I wanted to commemorate it by finally getting my first tattoo. The plan was to walk into a tattoo shop late Saturday night so that I'd be inked at the stroke of midnight.
"You know what you want to get?" Dylan asked.
"I was thinking of getting a Celtic cross on my forearm," I replied. "My Dad has one, and I've always liked it."
"So nothing gay," Dylan said, chuckling as he reached down and began rubbing my stiff cock with his hand.
"Why, is this tattoo shop gay?"
"No, not technically," he replied as he increased his strokes on my shaft. "But the tattoo artist Andy is. And he's cute."
I'd been eager to cum all night, and Dylan's hand on my cock was quickly bringing me to my climax.
"I'm gonna cum," I whispered as he jerked me off.
"Yeah, cum for me, Sloan," he whispered back in my ear. "I wanna see you shoot."
My whole body spasmed as I came, shooting long strands of white jizz that splattered across my belly. Even though he'd seen me cum dozens of times over the years, even photographing it the first time, Dylan always seemed enthralled by the sight of my cum erupting from my cock. As my body shuddered in his arms, he stopped pumping my shaft with his fist and began gently massaging it with his fingers, coaxing any remaining white fluid out of it.
"I never get tired of that," he finally said before kissing me.
When I arrived at the Dark Rainbow tattoo parlor at around 11:30 on the night before my 30th birthday, it was so late that the blinds were drawn on the glass front door. A sign that read "Ring bell for service" had an arrow pointing to the doorbell. If it weren't for the light peeking through from behind the blinds, I would have thought the place was closed.
Dylan wasn't kidding when he had said that Andy the tattoo artist was cute. When he opened the door and peered out, the first thing I noticed was big, bushy reddish-brown beard. The second thing I noticed were his big, soulful dark eyes framed by a round, chubby face. The third thing I noticed was his adorable smile, which appeared on his face when he saw me. He was clad in a plaid shirt and black jeans that did nothing to hide the shape of his burly frame.
"Ya wantin' t'get a tattoo?" he asked in a thick Scottish brogue, and I realized that Dylan hadn't told me about this part. He probably wanted it to be a nice surprise for me.
"Uh, yeah," I was a little flustered by his sheer attractiveness. "If you have time. It's, uh, my first one."
His warm smile turned into a welcoming grin as he opened the door wider. "Well, c'mon in. Just finishin' off another gawsie."
I had no idea what a gawsie was, but I was afraid to ask. As I entered the shop, and he closed and locked the door behind me, I saw that it was a small, dimly lit place that might have been a tiny barber shop at one time. There was a small waiting area and a front counter, and then behind that was an open area with a couple of black leather tattoo chairs as well as a black tattoo bed.
And lying face-down on that bed was a giant of a man, a bald and bearded behemoth with a menacing face and several tattoos up and down both arms. He was also shirtless, his massive, hairless pale torso exposed as he had his back tattooed.
"I'm Andy. And your name is?" Andy asked me as I gawked at the half-naked giant on the tattoo bed.
"Sloan," I murmured. "I'm Sloan."
"All right, Sloan," he replied. "Just finishin' up with Patrick here."
Patrick the giant looked at me with a menacing face. "He can watch, if he wants. I don't mind." He then smiled, revealing that he wasn't as threatening as he first appeared.
I followed Andy behind the counter, and he pointed at one of the tattoo chairs. "You can sit there."
For the next several minutes, I watched as Andy sat on his stool and hunched over Patrick's huge, bare back, finishing a tattoo of the word "FURY" in large, black, spiky letters across his upper back. The two men didn't say much, but from what little conversation they did have, I gathered that Patrick was a mechanic but also a biker. He'd spent the last few years accumulating tattoos all over his body, all of them done by Andy.
"So Sloan," Andy said without taking his eyes off his work on Patrick's back, "what's your poison? Y'said this is your first inking?"
"Yeah," I said. "I... my father has this Celtic cross on the inside of his left forearm, and I thought I'd get the same thing."
Andy nodded. "Honoring your pa. I respect that."
"My old man was a piece of shit," Patrick growled from the tattoo bed, and then he and Andy both chuckled as if they were sharing a private joke.
"There's a book on the table next to you," Andy said. "You can go through it. See if anything catches your fancy."
I opened the binder of tattoo designs and flipped through the pages until I found the Celtic cross design that reminded me the most of my Dad's.
"Okay, you are all set," Andy finally said to Patrick as he finished the tattoo, sitting up to admire his handywork. "Y'know the routine," he said as he covered the fresh ink with a sheet of plastic wrap.
"I still got plenty of tattoo wax," Patrick replied as he sat up, and for the first time I got a good look at his gigantic chest, probably the result of hours at the gym. "Though I'll need someone to rub it on for me." He gave Andy a sly glance.
Andy chuckled, then looked over at me as Patrick stood and checked himself out in a mirror, raising his massive arms to look at all of his tattoos, seeing how they looked next to his new back tattoo.
Andy walked over to me. "So you found the one you want?"
"This one," I said, pointing to the Celtic cross. "Maybe about three inches tall, here..." I held up my left forearm and showed him with my right thumb and forefinger.
Andy nodded, then grinned. "Lemme show ya something."
He began unbuttoning his plaid shirt, revealing a fuzzy, brawny chest with a trail of fur that led down to his hairy, paunchy belly. It baffled me, until he finally removed his shirt altogether and revealed an elaborately detailed Scottish cross tattooed on his right bicep.
I couldn't help myself. I reached out and ran my fingers over it as he flexed his arm. I then let my fingers drift across to his fuzzy chest, and we ended up looking hungrily into each other's eyes.
"Can I stay and watch?" Patrick asked as he walked over with a curious expression.
"Sure," I responded. "If Andy doesn't mind."
"Nah, I don't mind," Andy replied cheerfully. "Now, you wanna roll up your sleeve, or...?"
That's when Patrick got excited. "Oh, no, he's gotta join the club and take it off."
I grinned. "Gladly." I pulled off my hoodie and tank top, baring my torso so that all three of us were standing there in the tattoo shop shirtless. "Hey, did I mention that I'm turning thirty at midnight?"
Both Andy and Patrick perked up at hearing this. "Oh, braw," Andy exclaimed, "we've got to make this memorable."
Before long, I was seated and slightly reclined in one of the black leather tattoo chairs with my left arm resting on a small, cushioned table as Andy hunched over it shirtless, artfully engraving the Celtic cross on the inside of my forearm in dark gray ink. It wasn't as painful as I thought it would be. Instead, the dominant sensation was the buzzing vibrations of the machine going over my skin.
I enjoyed the sight of Andy's brawny, fuzzy torso just inches from my face, especially his broad, furry shoulders. Patrick the giant biker walked around us to watch the Celtic cross taking shape on my forearm. He was still shirtless, and I knew that he was showing off to us.
And then Patrick stopped behind Andy and placed a big, powerful hand on Andy's furry shoulder. Even though Andy had his face hunched over my forearm, I could tell that he was smiling as Patrick massaged his shoulder.
It became obvious that these two big men had something going on between them. It wasn't just that Patrick had been coming here for years to have Andy add more tattoos to his body. The thought of these two guys getting it on made my dick begin to twitch and harden.
I saw Patrick's eyes dart over, and from his smile, I knew that he could see the bulge growing in my sweatpants. Suddenly, a soft chime came from a digital clock hanging on the wall.
"It's midnight," Patrick said, not taking his eyes off my bulge. "Happy birthday."
Andy didn't even break concentration, continuing to run his tattoo gun over my forearm. "Hey Patrick, I think you should give him a gift."
Patrick took his hand off Andy's shoulder, walked around the tattoo chair, and knelt on the floor next to me. He reached across with his massive arms, grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants, and pulled them down until my erect cock popped out. I wiggled my hips to help him slide my sweatpants all the way off.
Patrick then leaned over me, took my cock into his mouth, and proceeded to give me a loving blowjob that I didn't think was possible from such a gigantic, mean-looking brute. He slid his lips up and down the length of my shaft, able to take almost the entire length of my rod into his mouth and down his throat. He was quite possibly the most skilled cocksucker I'd ever encountered.
I could tell that Andy was grinning to himself as I lay there naked in his tattoo chair, my dick buried in the throat of a 350-pound monster of a man. "Almost done, man," Andy murmured, the bare skin of his shoulders and back beginning to glisten with sweat. He was getting heated from the excitement.
And then I saw Andy pause his work on my tattoo and reach down with his hand. I heard him unbuttoning his pants, and he obviously pulled out his cock, which must have been straining against his jeans. Now that he had freed his erection, which I was dying to get a look at but was blocked by the table my arm was resting on, he resumed work on my forearm.
Patrick was having a grand time, slobbering on my cock as he sucked furiously on it, eager to be rewarded with a mouthful of my cum. I began to groan as I realized that I wouldn't be able to hold back my orgasm for long.
"I'm gonna shoot," I moaned as I threw my head back.
Andy pulled the tattoo gun away from my skin, sensing that my body was about to undergo violent convulsions. And he was right. My body bucked as I shoved my cock all the way into Patrick's mouth and let loose with torrents of jizz. He gagged as he gulped down each blast, but he also chuckled, happy that he'd brought me to my climax.
I opened my eyes and found that Andy was sitting back in his stool, slowly pumping his stiff, uncut cock with his fist. It was dark red, fat, and about six inches long. As I continued depositing my sperm down Patrick's throat, I enjoyed watching the head of Andy's cock popping in and out of view in his fist. He grinned salaciously at me, enjoying the sight of me cumming in Patrick's mouth.
Finally, as my orgasm subsided, and Patrick suckled lazily on my spent cock, Andy hunched forward again and resumed work on my tattoo. We exchanged no words for the next couple of minutes, after which Andy finally sat up, nodded, and looked me in the eye.
"There we are," he said, and we both looked down at the freshly inked Celtic cross on my forearm. It looked beautiful.
Patrick pulled his mouth off my cock and stood, a massive bulge in his pants. He also wanted to see the final tattoo.
"Awesome," was all he could say at the sight of it, but he could've also been referring to my post-orgasmic naked body reclined in the chair.
Andy applied some ointment to the tattoo and covered it with plastic wrap. As I withdrew my arm from the table to take a closer look at the tattoo, Andy pushed the table away and stood to reveal his rock hard erection dripping with precum. I took one look and knew that I had to taste him.
"Let me thank you," I said as I sat up and leaned forward to swallow his cock whole.
"Oh, you're welcome," Andy groaned as I worked his delicious dick with my wet mouth. He pushed his pants down his tree trunk legs and began to hump his wide hips, thrusting his cock into my mouth.
Meanwhile, Patrick pressed his strong, massive hand on my hip. "Bend over," he whispered to me.
I knew what he wanted. Even as I kept sucking on Andy's pole, I managed to slide my body off the tattoo chair, planting my feet on the floor so that I was bent over the chair. With my belly resting against the chair, I could just lie there while Andy thrust his hips, fucking my mouth.
Patrick got behind me and excitedly pulled down his pants, releasing a monster of an erection that poked against my ass. He was already lubing up his python, and within seconds I felt the tip pressing against my asshole.
"I'm gonna fuck you now," he announced in a gruff voice as he pressed his cock into me.
A wave of pure pleasure washed through me as he slid the entire length of what felt like a foot-long cock into my guts.
"Yes, take that cock," Andy grunted as he watched Patrick enter me.
Patrick let out a deep sigh as he pushed his cock into me to the hilt, clamped his hands on my hips, and then began to thrust, fucking my ass with enthusiastic joy. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see myself in a mirror getting spit-roasted by this giant, smooth hulk and this genial, furry Scotsman with a bushy beard.
Patrick and Andy both grunted and growled like wild bears as they fucked me from both ends, sweat pouring down both of their bodies. Eager to be filled with semen from both ends, I intensified my sucking on Andy's cock while also grinding my ass against Patrick's thrusting shaft.
In the mirror, I could see Andy and Patrick looking at one another in the eye as they both had their organs pleasured. They both had their mouths opened wide as primal, guttural sounds escaped from their throats.
Andy let out a loud grunt as his cock began pulsing in my mouth, and I was rewarded by a flood of his sweet cum, which poured out of him into my waiting mouth.
Excited by the sight of Andy's brawny, furry body shaking as he came, Patrick suddenly roared and pummeled my ass with a series of violent thrusts before ramming the full length of his cock into my body and unleashing rivers of his sperm deep into my bowels.
Patrick and Andy both groaned and heaved as they emptied their balls in my ass and down my throat. I moaned loudly so they could hear how much pleasure they were giving me.
Finally, we all stopped moving, coming to a rest as I sucked out the last of Andy's cum, and Patrick's hot jizz began leaking out of my ass and dripping down my leg.
"That was so fucking hot, man," Patrick finally moaned, breathing heavily as he ran his hand over my sweaty back, his massive cock still buried deep in me.
I finally pulled Andy's cock out of my mouth and looked up at his appreciative face. He ran his fingers over my new plastic-covered tattoo.
"I hope this is a memorable first tattoo," he said, grinning amiably.
"It's certainly a memorable birthday," I sighed.