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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
(Warning: This chapter contains scenes of incest.)
Chapter 45: The New Guard
May 2010
"This view is incredible," my Dad said in awe, marveling at the sight of downtown L.A. from the balcony of my new apartment.
I'd been thinking of moving into a new place for ages, and when I received yet another big pay raise at HartBPM at the end of 2009, I decided that it was time to finally start looking for a more upscale place to live. This time I knew where I wanted to move: Koreatown. I could be close to several fantastic Korean restaurants as well as my favorite concert venue in the city, the Wiltern Theatre. There were also several Metro stops in the area, and the prospect of hopping on a subway to get to and from work in fifteen minutes was very appealing.
But most appealing of all was being within walking distance of several Korean spas. And that's why I settled on a new luxury high-rise apartment building on Wilshire Boulevard a few blocks east of the Wiltern Theatre. The building had just been completed at the end of 2009 and was only half-leased.
That's how I ended up with a beautiful two-bedroom apartment on the seventeenth floor, with floor-to-ceiling windows and a balcony facing east towards downtown. By the end of March, I had moved in and was ready to show off my new life as the type of business professional who lived in a sleek, modern urban apartment 200 feet over the city.
After showing off the apartment to my local buddies-- Gabe, Dylan, Reggie-- my next priority was to invite my Dad to visit. He was 58 years old and eyeing retirement in a few years, but he was still busy as ever with his contractor work, and he'd somehow never come to Los Angeles to see me. I couldn't really complain, though, not when I hadn't been home to Texas to visit him since I moved out West nearly nine years earlier.
I knew that back then Dad had thought moving to L.A. was a mistake, and it didn't help that he basically supported me financially during my first six months. He'd been happy when I was finally hired by HartBPM full time, and his pessimism lessened with each job promotion. It wasn't until I could afford to pay $3,500 a month for an apartment that he was finally convinced that I was doing well.
I'd hoped to fly him out to celebrate my 31st birthday in April, but he was finishing a construction project, and the earliest he could visit me was in May. And he could only stay for a weekend.
Even though it'd been nine years since I'd seen my Dad in person, we'd emailed each other photos so that we could see how we were aging over the years. I had seen his hair getting grayer with each passing year, his beard getting fuller and his belly getting rounder even though he'd joined a gym a few years early in an effort to maintain his weightlifter physique. I saw it as kind of a preview of how I'd look in about 30 years.
Still, it was a bit of a shock to finally see him in person when I picked him up at the airport. My Dad was now a full-on daddy bear, looking like Santa if Santa had really gotten into powerlifting. Despite his imposing frame, he looked supremely uncomfortable standing at the curb. He definitely did not look like he belonged in Los Angeles.
Dad was impressed by everything about my apartment. He was impressed with the sleek, art deco-style lobby. He was impressed that there was always a security guard watching over the entrance to the building. He was impressed by the long elevator ride up to the seventeenth floor. And he was impressed by the size of my apartment, which was technically larger than our house back in Cicero where I'd grown up. But most of all, he was impressed by the view of the city from my balcony, where he could see everything from the Hollywood sign to the skyscrapers of downtown.
I spent the weekend driving Dad around the city, taking him from Santa Monica to Hollywood to downtown, where I showed him my office at HartBPM, which was empty for the weekend. I also took him to eat at some of my favorite restaurants for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. By the end of the weekend, it seemed like he was considering retiring to Los Angeles.
On Sunday night, I took my Dad to my favorite Korean galbi restaurant on Olympic Boulevard. He was going to fly back home to Texas the next morning, and I wanted to send him home with a full belly and a desire to come back soon.
"Hey, Dad," I said as I signed the credit card receipt for dinner. "I was thinking about going to a Korean spa a couple of blocks from my place. You want to join me?"
"A spa?" Dad seemed confused by the idea. I suspected that he'd never been to a spa in his life.
"Yeah," I said, "I like to go almost every week to relax. Soak in the hot pools. Sit in the steam room. Sweat in the sauna. This spa even has a dark room where you can take a nap."
I didn't tell him that this spa, Wilshire Spa, was notorious for the sheer amount of gay sex that happened there. It was practically a gay bath house. And yes, I was kind of excited by the idea of my Dad getting some action there.
"I don't know," he replied. "Do I have to be naked there?"
I chuckled. "Yeah, Dad, it's a Korean spa, so everybody has to be naked."
Dad sighed. "I don't know, son. I'm kind of tired, and I got my flight tomorrow. But you should go. I'll just watch some TV at your place and probably turn in early."
"Okay, Dad," I said, masking my disappointment. "Maybe next time."
Wilshire Spa was located in the basement of a non-descript office building on Wilshire Boulevard. I'd visited it a couple of times when I first started going to Korean spas, but now that I lived within walking distance of it, I'd been going there almost every week since moving into my new apartment.
So after dropping Dad off at my apartment so that he could prepare for his trip home and then settle in for the night, I headed down for the three-block walk to Wilshire Spa.
"Good evening, Mr. Cosgrove." A gregarious voice called out as I passed through the lobby. It was the night security guard, Devin, a burly, bearded bear of a man about my age. He had a head of neatly combed, reddish-brown hair, a handsome face, and a friendly smile, which I later learned was typical of people of Icelandic descent like him. "Is your father still here?"
"Yeah," I answered. No matter how many times Devin called me that, I knew I'd never get used to being addressed as "Mr. Cosgrove." "He's going to bed because he's got an early flight home tomorrow, so I'm headed to the spa for a little bit."
Devin nodded as he opened the front door for me. "Well, have a nice time, Mr. Cosgrove."
I saw Devin almost every night in the lobby of my building, and he was always polite. I wondered if he'd let me suck his cock sometime, but I had no clue about his sexuality, and he was so stiffly formal and courteous that I didn't feel comfortable asking him something so crass.
By the time I reached the non-descript entrance of Wilshire Spa and descended the stairs to the huge locker room, my cock was straining against my pants, so swollen and hard that it hurt. Even though he ended up not accompanying me, thinking about my Dad getting his cock serviced by guys at the spa, coupled with my dirty thoughts about Devin the night security guard, made me horny and eager to empty my balls into a random bear at the spa.
Unlike Millennium Spa, Wilshire Spa had been around in some form or another for over 30 years and was definitely showing its age, with cracked tile in the steam room, a musty smell in the large clay sauna and redwood dry sauna, and what looked like mold growing in the corners of the ceiling above the pools.
Since it was literally in a basement, it had the feeling of a cavern, a feeling that was highlighted by the warm pool, which was constructed out of fake rocks that made it look like a hidden grotto, complete with trickling waterfalls. It was actually my favorite pool to relax in at the spa.
It was also a more traditional spa, providing only hand towels instead of the full-size bath towels that they had at Millennium. This meant that every guy was expected to walk around Wilshire Spa completely naked. And since Wilshire was also a hotbed of gay sex, it often meant that guys walking around with full-on erections was a common sight.
On this particular night, after soaking in the warm pool for a while, I was eager to fuck, so even though the steam room and redwood sauna were full of men exchanging handjobs and blowjobs, I bypassed that action and headed down a hallway to the most notorious spot in Wilshire Spa: the dark sleeping room at the end of the hall.
The sleeping room was exactly what it sounded like, a dark room with sleeping mats laid out around the room where you were supposed to lie down and take a nap in soothing silence. Of course, I found that almost no one actually went into the sleeping room to relax, and the room was almost never silent. In fact, the room was almost always filled with the sounds of moans, gasps, grunts, and groans as its inhabitants engaged in all sorts of furtive and not-so-furtive sexual activity, protected by the darkness as well by the fact that the spa attendants seemed to turn a blind eye to all of the sex happening there.
The dark sleeping room wasn't entirely dark, though. The entrance to the room was just an open doorway, so just enough light spilled in from the hallway to allow you to barely see inside the room once your eyes adjusted to the dark.
The moment I stepped into the room, I could see a couple of Asian twinks sixty-nining on a sleeping mat in the shadows to the right of the doorway. A column conveniently blocked several mats from view of the doorway, and when I went around the column, I saw a muscled jock giving a handjob to a pudgy Latino daddy lying on the adjacent sleeping mat.
Then I saw the sleeping mat in the far back corner of the room, where a huge, chunky young cub was lying on his stomach, his legs spread slightly, his chubby ass presented to whoever was interested. I'd been coming here long enough to know that this was a signal that he wanted someone-- in fact, anyone-- to fuck his ass.
That was exactly what I'd been hoping to find in the sleeping room. I knelt down between his legs and ran my hand over his smooth, hairless ass cheeks. The cub shivered from my touch, clearly anticipating having a cock slid into him. As my fingers glided over his asshole, I found it to be already slick with lube and someone else's cum. That's when I realized that he'd already been fucked, perhaps my multiple guys, and he was still waiting to take another load in his ass.
The thought of fucking an already cum-filled ass made my cock throb and drip with precum. Without saying a word, I pressed my cock head against his asshole and smoothly slid the entire length of my erection into the cub's body. As I sank into him, I laid my big body down on top of his almost equally massive body. I could hear him let out a sigh of contentment as he felt my erect cock filling his ass.
The cub's body felt warm and soft beneath me as I began to hump my hips, gently fucking him with my thick shaft. He moaned with delight as I slid in and out of him. I'd had these kinds of anonymous encounters at the spa before, where no words were exchanged and where we never even saw each other's faces, but never with someone who had a body as thick and burly as this cub.
Clearly, other guys in the sleeping room had taken notice of what I was doing to the cub in the dark corner of the room, and the room was filled with the sounds of men furiously jacking off as they watched me plowing the cub's ass. I began to increase my thrusts until I was practically pounding my cock into him.
Since I'd spent the whole evening eager to get off, I was surprised that I was able to fuck him for several minutes before I felt my orgasm beginning to wash over me. With a loud grunt, I shoved my cock all the way into the cub's ass and unloaded thick globs of my hot sperm into his guts.
The cub suddenly cried out, and I felt the muscles of his ass contracting around my shaft. I could tell that he was spurting his own cum onto the sleeping mat beneath him, his climax triggered by the feeling of my jizz blasting into him.
As my orgasm subsided, I could hear other masturbating men in the sleeping room gasping and groaning as they shot their loads.
I must've had a very satisfied look on my face as I walked into the lobby of my apartment building after returning from Wilshire Spa, because Devin the security guard smiled slyly as he looked up from behind the security desk.
"Enjoy the spa?" he asked, his eyes literally twinkling.
"I got what I needed," I replied as if I were making a confession.
Devin's expression turned even more devilish. "Damn, I was hoping you'd still be in the mood for some fun."
I was taken aback. In all the dozens of times I'd exchanged greetings with Devin, this was the first time that he'd ever said anything even remotely flirtatious. And from the sounds of it, he wanted to downright get it on with me.
"Well," I responded, "my balls might be empty after the spa, but so is my ass."
Devin's eyes widened, and he suddenly looked like a cute, over-excited and eager puppy. "I don't know if we can do anything down here."
I thought a moment. "If you don't mind abandoning your post for a few minutes, we can go up to my apartment."
"But what about your father?"
Oh yeah, I suddenly remembered that my Dad was up there. "Well, he's probably already gone to bed. Should be fine as long as we don't cause a ruckus."
"Good luck with that." Devin grinned as we headed to the elevators.
The moment the elevator doors closed, and we began the ascent to the seventeenth floor, Devin and I were on each other like wild animals, smashing our faces together and kissing each other passionately. I realized that both of us had been harboring fantasies about one another for weeks, and this was finally the moment when those fantasies were coming true. Devin and I were both hungry kissers, sucking on each other's mouths and tongues as our beards scratched against one another.
And then with a ding, the elevator reached the seventeenth floor. We composed ourselves as the doors opened just in case someone was in the hallway on the other side.
But of course there was no one there, and Devin mischievously placed a meaty hand on my ass as I unlocked the door to my apartment. As expected, the lights were off, and the door to my guest bedroom was closed. My Dad had almost certainly gone to bed early.
"Dad?" I called out, but there was no response. "Yeah, he's gone to bed," I said to Devin, and we immediately went to work removing each other's clothes. Devin's security guard uniform was almost like a policeman's uniform, and I eagerly unbuttoned his shirt so that I could get it off him and finally get a good look at his body.
Devin turned out to have a total musclebear body, with a big, brawny chest and nice pudgy belly all covered in light fur.
His thick, powerful arms each had large tattoos on both the bicep and forearm.
And then there was his cock, which was a thick, perfectly straight eight inches or so. He was fully hard by the time I pulled his pants down past his furry legs.
Devin seemed to marvel at my body, as well, as he stripped me down until we were both naked. We kissed again as we embraced each other's bare bodies.
"Okay, I'm on the clock," Devin finally groaned. "Where should we do this?"
"Over here," I replied, leading him to the Ikea living room sofa where I sat when I watched TV. It occurred to me that I'd never had sex on it. That was about to change.
Well, not technically on in, because Devin intended to bend me over the back of the sofa and fuck me standing up. It'd been years since someone had fucked me like that.
"Yeah, you've got a nice fat ass," he whispered as he slapped his hard cock against my ass. "I've wanted to get inside you since the first time I saw you."
"Oh god, Devin," I groaned, "I've wanted your cock in me for weeks, too."
I shut up when I felt him press his cock against my asshole and push into me. As soon as he slid all the way in, he immediately pulled out, and the pushed in again. He began to fuck me furiously, eager to dump his load in me as quickly as possible before anyone noticed that he'd abandoned his security post in the lobby.
Of course, even though I was eager to make him cum, I also wanted to make this last, cherishing the feeling of his stiff rod pounding in and out of me. We both grunted as our bodies slammed together over and over, slapping sounds filling the dark living room as he pummeled my ass.
And that's when I noticed a figure out of the corner of my eye. I looked over to see my Dad standing in shadows of the guest bedroom doorway. He was wearing only boxer shorts, showing off the burly chest that had impressed me since I was a child, now coated in dark gray chest hair. He was watching me get plowed by the building security guard.
But that wasn't what caught my attention. It was the fact that my Dad had his stiff penis sticking out of the fly of his boxer shorts, and he was excitedly jerking off as he watched me getting ass fucked.
Then Devin looked over and saw my Dad masturbating in the doorway, and Devin reacted with shock and surprise, stopping his thrusting. "Holy shit! Sorry, Mr. Cosgrove."
"No, it's okay," I said, "keep going."
Devin seemed taken aback for a moment, but then the kinkiness of the situation seemed to suddenly make him even more horny. He resumed thrusting his hips, plunging his cock into my ass.
"Dad," I cried out pitifully. I wasn't calling for help; I was calling him over.
My Dad hesitated at first, but then he left the doorway and walked over to our thrusting, heaving bodies. He and Devin looked one another in the eye as my Dad positioned himself in front of my face, his rock hard erection practically begging to be serviced.
I opened my mouth and enveloped my Dad's dripping cock with my mouth. He began to moan as I sucked on it hungrily, eager to taste his cum after having been apart for nearly nine years. I reached up with one of my hands and ran it over his round stomach and over his burly chest.
The sight of me blowing my own Dad drove Devin over the edge.
"I'm cumming," he growled as he made several quick thrusts before I felt hot jets of cum blasting into my guts.
By the same token, seeing a musclebear unloading his sperm into me also triggered my Dad's orgasm.
"Oh, son," he moaned as I sucked hard on his stiff cock until I felt it pulsing in my mouth, flooding it with his sweet jizz.
My Dad trembled as he came in my mouth, and I swallowed it all down, not wanting to waste a drop. Devin and my Dad groaned and shook as they both shot their loads into my body. When they were finally spent, they stood on either end of me, breathing hard, both their cocks still buried inside me.
Devin then extended a hand over my body and shook hands with my Dad. "Hi, I'm Devin."
"Jared," my Dad replied, seemingly oblivious to the strangeness of the situation, having just spit-roasted his own son with the security guard of his son's apartment building.
"Nice to meet you, Jared," Devin sighed. "You've got a hell of a son."
"Yeah," my Dad replied. "Now I wish I could stay longer, but I'm flying home in the morning."
"You'll just have to come back and visit me again soon," I said after pulling my Dad's dick out of my mouth. "And maybe not save all the fun for the end of the trip."