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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 44: What Happens In Vegas
November 2009
I noticed him the moment I walked into Spa Mandalay on my way to my locker. He just happened to be strolling out of the showers and was headed towards the pools. He looked like a middle-aged former jock... tall, brawny, handsome, tanned, with a stubble, a head of styled dark blond hair with streaks of grey, a big, fuzzy barrel chest, and a nice round beergut. In other words, he looked like a typical Midwestern suburban dad, just one who was completely naked except for a towel wrapped around his waist.
He also looked completely straight. Or, I should say, he gave off an attitude of being totally straight. Maybe it was the fact that he didn't even glance at me or any of the other naked dudes in the spa as he strolled with purpose past me towards the pools. Or maybe it was the gleaming gold wedding ring on his left hand.
It was Thanksgiving week, and I was back at Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas for the second year in a row, taking advantage of the low hotel room rates and the influx of men who didn't have any Thanksgiving holiday obligations with family.
That's why I was a little confused to see this big, beefy married dad-type amongst the presumably mostly gay crowd at the spa. It was also going to make fooling around with other guys in the steam room or dry sauna difficult if this dad was going to be killing the vibe every time he walked in.
By the time I got out of my clothes, showered, and entered the spa pool area, the beefy dad was relaxing in a lounge chair, only a towel wrapped around his waist, his arms behind his head to show off his thickly muscled, flexed arms. For a married straight dude, he certainly wasn't shy about showing off his body despite his paunchy belly.
And then there was the matter of the shy bear who was sitting alone in the steam room. He was a cute, tall, burly, balding, dark-haired dude in his thirties with a goatee and a body covered in dark fur. He stood out because not only did he keep his towel tightly wrapped around his waist even while sitting in the steam room, but when he did happen to undo his towel to readjust it, it revealed that he was also wearing a pair of dark, thoroughly soaked underwear underneath. I'd seen plenty of straight guys wearing swim trunks at the spa, but never just their underwear.
When more men came into the steam room, the shy bear just continued to sit there with his towel wrapped tightly around his waist, staring up at the ceiling, making sure not to make eye contact with anyone. To be honest, he was making everyone in the room nervous, giving off the skittish vibe of an undercover cop who in the middle of a sting operation to catch perverts fooling around in the spa. Everyone else in the steam room stayed on their best behavior whenever he was in the room.
And then the beefy dad entered the steam room and sat down next to the shy bear. Now I found myself sitting across from two very different hot bears with incredible bodies that I couldn't stop stealing glances at, but who were clearly not interested in playing.
I was getting the bad feeling that today was going to be a day of straight dudes cockblocking me and any other guys who just wanted play with each other's dicks in the steam room.
And that's how the next couple of hours went. I tried to play it cool as I practically followed the beefy dad wherever he went, whether it was in the pools, the dry sauna, or the steam room. I was trying to get as many good looks at his naked body as I could, even though he never once loosened his towel to let me get a look at his goods. He didn't seem to suspect that I was cruising him all morning, but by noon I'd resigned myself to the fact that he was just another straight dude who was at the spa to relax.
And then at noon, the beefy dad disappeared into the locker area and reemerged in a white robe, clearly heading towards the waiting area to wait for a massage appointment. I finally saw my chance to go into the steam room to see if I could finally get some action while he was gone.
I entered the steam room only to find the shy bear sitting there, his towel still wrapped so tightly around his waist that his furry belly seemed to strain uncomfortably against it. Even though I'd given up on him ever showing his dick, I decided to stay and just sit across from him so that I could gaze at his furry bearish body, or at least the part of it that was exposed.
Not caring whether it would make him uncomfortable, I threw open my towel and just sat there with every part of my body hanging out for him to see. And despite his skittishness earlier, instead of staring up at the ceiling, this time he glanced over at me, and for the first time, I sensed that he appreciated what he was seeing.
To my surprise, he then loosened his towel and opened it up to fully show his soaked, darked underwear, which now looked even weirder. He placed his hand over his crotch, almost as if he were trying to hide his cock from view, even though it was already completely covered up by his underwear. It only made him look even more like an undercover cop.
We heard the doors to the steam room opening, and a middle-aged otter daddy entered the steam room. I'd seen him multiple times in the steam room and dry sauna earlier in the day, and I could tell that he was eager to fool around with other guys at the spa, but he, too, had refrained because of the presence of the beefy dad and shy bear. And sure enough, the moment the otter daddy joined us, the shy bear wrapped himself back up in his towel and gazed nonchalantly up at the ceiling again. I finally grew tired of his standoffishness and decided to go out and soak in one of the hot pools.
A little bit later, I saw the shy bear exiting the steam room and head to the showers, so I decided to go see if there might be any guys interested in playing since the two cockblockers appeared to have finally left the spa.
When I returned the steam room, I was surprised to find the otter daddy from earlier lounging naked on an upper level seat with a surprisingly satisfied look on his face. I sat across from him and opened up my towel.
"You come here often?" he suddenly asked.
"Just started coming here last year."
"Find what you were looking for?" he asked.
"Well, to tell the truth, that dude who was in here earlier is the type of guy I'm looking for," I replied. "I'm into bears like myself."
The otter daddy chuckled. "Hah, even Ray Charles can see that," he said wryly. "I've been watching you check out the other bears here all morning."
"Guilty as charged," I replied, grinning.
The otter daddy then sat up, and to my surprise, I could see that he had cum dripping out of his cock. "Well, I should probably tell you, then, that the moment you left the room earlier, that bear in his underwear made a beeline straight to my dick and started sucking it like there was no tomorrow."
My jaw literally dropped. "You're shittin' me."
The otter daddy smiled and shook his head. "Tell me about it. I was so shocked that I shot my load in under a minute."
"Damn," I said, still in disbelief. "And here I was thinking he was some kind of cop."
"I know, right?"
So not only was the shy bear not an undercover cop, but now it sounded like he was a hungry oral bottom, as well. "I'm still confused about one thing. What's up with the underwear?"
We both started laughing loudly, unable to control ourselves. I heard the door to the steam room open, but whoever it was must have heard our boisterous laughter and changed his mind about coming in.
We both finally stopped laughing, and I was glad to have someone I could chat with about cruising for sex at the spa.
"What about that musclebear daddy that was strutting around all morning?" I sighed. "What I wouldn't give to suck the cum right out of him. But he's got a ring on his finger."
The otter daddy chuckled. "That doesn't mean anything. I've played with plenty of married guys here."
"Yeah, me, too," I replied, recalling that married bi guy I'd blown in the steam room the previous year. "This guy just screams straight married former jock, for some reason."
"I'll grant you that," the otter daddy replied. "Though I agree, he's one hot slab of meat."
Suddenly, we heard the doors to the steam room open, and sure enough, the beefy dad we were just gossiping about strolled in, having returned from his massage appointment. He sat down across from me, his towel wrapped tightly around his waist, and began stretching his arms and back, twisting his body back and forth and rubbing his thick muscles with his strong, rough hands.
"Good massage?" I asked.
He looked at me and gave me a friendly nod and a smile, but still didn't utter a single word. Just then, the steam generator roared to life and began to fill the room with thick clouds of steam. Just as the steam became dense enough that the beefy dad was almost nothing more than a silhouette, I saw him casually reached down, undo his towel, and then throw it open to completely expose his big, brawny body.
Of course, in the thick steam, I couldn't make out any details, and I was relieved when the steam generator shut off, leaving the steam room utterly silent except for the sound of water dripping from the ceiling... and the sound of our breaths. I was trying to control my own breathing to hide how excited I was by the prospect of seeing the beefy dad in all his naked glory once the steam dissipated. I had no idea whether the otter daddy had noticed that our new companion was now completely naked. When the steam had dissipated enough for me to see the otter daddy, I saw him grinning back at me. He had noticed.
And then the steam finally thinned out enough for me to get a good look at the beefy dad, who sat there on his towel with his hands planted on either side of him, not even covering up his junk like I was expecting. And everything about him was beautiful, from his handsome, rough-hewn face to his big, burly chest to his round, soft belly, the kind that looked like it might have been a six-pack 20 years ago but now was just a big beer gut, to his thick, soft cock resting between his legs.
And of course his left hand, which bore his gleaming gold wedding ring. The hand that he suddenly moved to cover his cock. Damn, I thought, now that the steam had thinned, he'd suddenly gotten shy again. But then I saw that he hadn't moved his hand to hide his cock. I saw his hand moving rhythmically, and only then did I realize that he was actually rubbing his cock.
I couldn't believe my eyes, looking over at the otter daddy to see if he was seeing the same thing. I saw that he was way ahead of me and was already casually rubbing his own cock. The whole situation made me hard almost immediately, and I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and started pumping on it.
The beefy dad smirked, nodded again, and grabbed his own now fully erect dick and began masturbating with gusto. I saw his eyes fixed on me intensely as his mouth formed an O, and he started huffing and breathing hard as we jerked off together.
I knew that we might be interrupted at any moment, so I needed to make my move. I stood, walked across to him, and asked, "Can I blow you?"
The beefy dad looked up at me, nodded, and spoke the only word I heard him say: "Sure." I saw him point his stiff dick up at me with his hand.
I fell to my knees before him and swallowed his cock in gulp. I moved my lips up and down his shaft, caressing it gently with my mouth while massaging his balls with my hand. I wanted to give this married musclebear as much pleasure as humanly possible. From his moans and heavy breaths, I could tell he was enjoying himself.
I could also hear slapping sounds and heavy breathing as the otter daddy jerked off. Despite having gotten a blowjob from the shy bear only about a half an hour earlier, from the sounds of his gasps, he managed to jerk out another load after less than a minute of watching me blow the beefy dad.
As for the beefy dad, his moans had turned to grunts and growls as I worked his thick cock with my mouth. All sorts of thoughts ran through my head as I blew him. How frequently did he go to spas to get serviced by other men? Did he still fuck his wife with this cock that was sliding in and out of my mouth? Did his wife have any inkling of what he was doing in the spa?
The beefy dad suddenly cried out softly, and his cock began pulsing in my mouth, spurting globs of thick daddy cum into my waiting mouth. His warm sperm flowed smoothly down my throat to my stomach. His big, brawny body trembled as he came, his grunts subsiding until he let out a long, deep, satisfied sigh.
I suckled on him as he came down from his orgasm, his beer gut swelling and falling as he breathed heavily. I finally pulled his softening cock out of my mouth and licked up a couple more drops of white cum that seeped out of his cock head. I looked up to see him looking down at me with an appreciative smile.
Suddenly, we heard the outer door to the steam room open. I scrambled back to my towel as the beefy dad covered himself back up with his own towel and looked down at the floor as if nothing unusual had just happened.
I looked over at the otter daddy and saw him smiling back at me with an expression that could only mean one thing: "Way to go."
By about 3:00, it seemed that the only guys entering the spa were straight bros wearing swim trunks, and then sure enough, the shy bear in the dark underwear returned to the spa. Now that I knew that he was actually open to some gay action, I was eager to find a moment alone with him, but with all of these straight bros, it seemed impossible.
"So hey," the otter daddy said to me as we sat together in the dry sauna, where we'd found temporary refuge after we'd heard one of the swim trunk guys yell "no homo" to one of his buddies as if it were the most hilarious things ever. "I had a little chat with that musclebear you blew in the steam room."
"Oh yeah?" I replied, surprised. "Man, I don't know how you get these straight-seeming guys to open up to you like that."
"Yeah, well, have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?" he asked. "You look like someone who can crush rocks with your bare hands."
I laughed. "I swear I'm a nice guy."
"Yeah," the otter daddy replied, "I think swallowing that guy's load made that pretty obvious. Anyway, his name's Jimmy, and yeah, he's visiting here from Kansas City with his wife."
So he was a married Midwestern daddy, after all.
"But here's the kicker," the otter daddy continued, "the dude's been married twice and has six kids, two of them already in college. He and his wife come out here for vacation a couple of times a year, and I guess he always cruises the spas to get his dick sucked.
"Wow." It was the only reaction I could really muster up.
"She has no idea, and he doesn't even seem to consider himself bi or gay in the slightest. It's just some urge he needs to have satisfied every now and then."
"Damn, I'd be happy to satisfy those urges of his on a regular basis," I said.
About a half an hour later, with all of the swim trunk bros hanging out in the pools being loud and obnoxious, I decided to head into the steam room again. I was surprised to find the shy bear sitting there alone, his towel wrapped around him, presumably with his dark underwear still on underneath.
However, armed with the knowledge from the otter daddy that he was open to play, I just sat down across from him, threw open my towel, and started fondling my cock right in front him. He stared at my cock like he was entranced by the sight of it.
Now that it was obvious that I was there to play, too, the shy bear, now no longer very shy, opened his towel and pulled down his underwear to reveal a stiff, seven-inch cock which he proceeded to grab with his hand and start jacking off.
Having waited all day for this opportunity, I crossed over to him, got down on my knees, and started sucking furiously on his beautiful cock. The shy bear rewarded me with animal-like growls as I tried to coax out his load. I didn't want to take my time, afraid that one of those obnoxious straight bros might walk in at any moment.
And unfortunately, after a couple of minutes of frantically blowing him, the door to the steam room opened, and we could hear the loud voices of a couple of straight bros about to enter the steam room. The shy bear immediately pulled up his underwear and wrapped himself in his towel again. I returned to my seat, rolling my eyes in displeasure as two straight guys in swim trunks came in and sat at the other end of the steam room and proceeded to launch into a loud conversation about college football.
It was near closing time at the spa, which had been emptying out for the past hour. The beefy dad had left the spa pretty much as soon as the straight bros had arrived during the afternoon. The otter daddy had left about an hour ago. And now almost all of the swim trunk dudes had left.
And so my heart dropped when I just happened to be passing by the showers when I saw the shy bear heading towards the locker area, wet and with a towel wrapped around his waist. He'd obviously just showered and was about to get dressed and leave the spa for the day.
I debated whether I should do anything, but then I decided to take my shot. Still naked except for a towel wrapped around my waist, I followed the shy bear as he walked up to his locker. He turned and reacted in surprise when he saw me there.
"Hey," I whispered, trying to seem as unthreatening and creepy as I could even though I'd just followed him to his locker. "So the steam room's empty, and I can finish blowing you in there if you want."
His face suddenly brightened. "Yeah!" was all he exclaimed.
I turned and headed towards the steam room, and I could sense him following behind me. As soon as we were both in the steam room, the (not-so) shy bear dropped his towel and sat down, and I immediately went to town on his cock, which had stiffened in anticipation during the walk to the steam room.
"Fuuuuck," the shy bear growled as I blew him excitedly, both of us overjoyed that we'd finally get to finish after this long day at the spa.
He'd obviously been dying to cum all afternoon, because after only about two minutes, he let out a loud moan, and I felt his warm jizz flood my mouth. I savored the moment, keeping his still-hard cock in my mouth and massaging it with my tongue for a while before slipping it out and swallowing his load.
He tapped my shoulder, signaling me to stand up. I did, and he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my erect cock. He sucked me just as eagerly as I had sucked his, wanting to get me off as quickly as possible.
Having been in a perpetual state of horniness all day, it only took about a minute of him blowing me before I exploded in his mouth, my blasts of cum causing him to gag a little. He still happily gulped down every last drop.
As I spurted the last of my cum down the shy bear's throat, I sighed and looked down at my cock buried in his mouth. The day had taken a lot of effort and was full of frustration, but I don't know if I'd ever had such a rewarding day at the spa.