"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 50: The Big Tip
August 2012
"How was everything?" our waiter Josh asked us in a baritone voice as my new co-worker Dave and I finished up our dinner.
Josh was big, burly, bearded, and sleepy-eyed, looking like he should be dressed as a Viking instead of the pressed white shirt, black vest, and ironed slacks that he was wearing. He looked uncomfortable, his body seeming like it was going to burst through his clothes as if he were Bruce Banner transforming into the Hulk.
Through some small talk in between courses, I'd ascertained that Josh was that most cliched of Los Angeles cliches, the handsome aspiring actor in his late 20s who was waiting tables at a fine restaurant in Hollywood, just waiting for that big break. Even though he was brutish in appearance, he had his thick, wavy head of brown hair immaculately combed and sculpted and his beard neatly trimmed.
"Everything was fantastic, thanks, Josh," I replied.
Josh smiled and cupped his big, thick hands together as a young woman similarly dressed in a white blouse and black vest walked up behind him. "I just wanted to let you know that my shift is ending, so Kayla here will be taking care of your dessert order and check."
"Sad to see you go, Josh," I said, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to watch him lumbering around the restaurant, anymore. The sight of him had kept me entertained much of the evening.
After Kayla took our dessert order, and I watched Josh disappearing into the kitchen, I turned my attention back to my co-worker Dave, who had been sitting there with an adorably dumb look on his face, completely oblivious to the fact that I had been lusting after the waiter for the past hour.
Gavin had hired Dave as a junior publicist at HartBPM a few days earlier, and Dave was due to officially start work on the following Monday. Gavin had tasked me with showing him the ropes, much as Reggie had done for me when I'd started working there nearly nine years earlier. I decided to take Dave out to dinner at this fancy downtown L.A. Spanish restaurant, where we spent the meal discussing our backgrounds. Originally from Florida, Dave was 28 years old and had just spent five years working as an assistant in the publicity and marketing department of a film studio.
When I first met Dave, I found myself weirdly captivated by him. I say "weirdly" because Dave wasn't a bear at all. He was tall and only slightly pudgy. His body was thick and meaty but not fat, and he still had the visible muscles of a former jock who had let his lithe body go to pot. I soon learned that he had been a college baseball pitcher and had even played in the College World Series. He'd been drafted onto a Major League team but suffered a rotator cuff injury that ended his athletic career before it had even really started. As a communications major in college, he decided to use his degree and get a job in publicity.
Even though he wasn't a bear, there was something about Dave's bright blue eyes, sandy blond hair, dopey and friendly smile, and clean-shaven, babyish yet handsome face that I found hard to resist. I'd never seen him dressed in anything other than a pink or light blue dress shirt and khakis, and he always wore a blazer and often a tie when he was at HartBPM, instantly becoming the most formally dressed person at the office... and that included the big boss Gavin. Dave looked like the clean-cut, friendly guy you'd want to take home to your parents.
There was just one problem. As far as I could tell, Dave was also utterly and completely straight. He was so straightlaced and uptight that I suspected that he might even be a Republican. On the other hand, he knew that he had gay co-workers and superiors at HartBPM, and he seemed totally fine and comfortable with it. He just wanted to work at a place where there were opportunities for advancement in his career.
"So where do you see yourself in five years, Dave?" I asked.
Dave smiled coyly. "Well, frankly, I want to be where you are. A senior publicist at a major firm, able to pursue and sign clients on my own."
I found his ambition kind of impressive. It had taken me a couple of years at HartBPM before I figured out what I wanted career-wise.
"Well, stick with me, and I think you'll have the chance," I said cheerfully.
"Thanks, sir," he replied.
Being addressed as "sir" completely threw me, suddenly making me realize that I was no longer the young buck at the agency.
"Oh man," I said, "call me Sloan, please."
"Okay, will do," Dave said, smirking mischievously, before adding, "sir," and I knew I was going to enjoy being his mentor.
"Hey, you need a ride?"
I looked up to see Josh the waiter smiling at me. I was standing in the foyer of the restaurant after having just said goodbye to Dave. I was just checking my work emails on my iPhone before heading to the Metro station to take the subway back home to Koreatown. I'd been so engrossed in an email message from Gavin that I didn't even notice that Josh was standing right in front of me. He had changed out of his waiter's uniform and was now dressed casually in jeans and a gray sweatshirt,
"Oh, hey, Josh," I said, so completely surprised that he hadn't left the restaurant that I couldn't hide how pleased I was to see him again.
"Wow, you remember my name." It looked like this rough brute of a man might blush.
"Well, it was a memorable meal," I replied. "Actually, I was about to catch a train. But thanks."
"Oh." Josh looked disappointed, which was adorable on such a burly man. "Just got the sense during your dinner that you might want to hang out."
I couldn't help but smile. It'd been a while since a cute bear had made a pass at me out of the blue like this.
"Well, I do have a few minutes," I said. "Is there anywhere around here we can... hang out?"
A big smile crossed Josh's face, making him look like an excited puppy dog. "Well, perhaps you'd like to see the kitchen."
"I'd like that," I replied.
That's how I ended up following Josh back through the restaurant, through the bustling kitchen, and out a door in the very back of the restaurant that led into a long, empty cement hallway. The restaurant was located on the first floor of a downtown office building, and I recognized this as a utility hallway that facilities and janitorial staff used to move about the building.
"Come on, I think we should be safe here," Josh said, opening a door and pulling me into what turned out to be a janitor's utility room.
It was dimly lit but pretty large, maybe about 25 feet square, since it stored enough janitorial supplies to service the entire building. Most importantly, it had a lock on the door, which Josh latched as soon as he had pulled me into the room.
And almost instantly he had his mouth mashed up against mine, kissing me with such fervor and hunger that I knew he'd been fantasizing about doing this the entire evening. We wrapped our arms around each other's thick bodies as we made out lustfully in the dingy utility room.
Then Josh's hands worked their way down my back and then around to my crotch. Josh quickly undid my belt and pants and then plunged his thick, meaty hand into my boxers, grasping my already stiff dick and rubbing it excitedly.
"Oh fuck, your cock is so big," Josh grunted as he looked down to see my erection in his hand.
He fell to his knees, yanked down my pants, and swallowed as much of my cock as he could with his hot, wet mouth. He began to suck on it furiously, and I couldn't help letting out a long, deep growl. As his lips slid back and forth across my shaft, I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off, then took off the tank top I had underneath so that my torso was completely bare.
Josh placed both of his hands on my ass, encouraging me to fuck his mouth. He moaned as I began to thrust my hips, plunging my dick in and out of his eager mouth. I couldn't believe this thick brute was such an enthusiastic cocksucker. I was about to learn that it went beyond that.
Josh pulled his mouth off my cock, which he grabbed with his hand again and jerked on it as he slowly stood, his mouth moving up my body to plant kisses on my belly and then my chest. When he had stood and once again kissed me on my mouth, I reached down and pulled up his sweatshirt and lifted it and the tee-shirt he had on underneath up and off.
It was a bit of a shock to see his bare torso for the first time. He was bulky, with a big barrel chest and a thick belly, the entire front of his body dusted with a light fuzz. His shoulders were broad, round, and muscular, and his arms were huge. He was one husky fucker, and I couldn't help running my fingers across his chest and stomach.
"Jesus, your body's amazing," I murmured. "You must work out a lot."
He smiled bashfully. "Thanks. I used to be fat. I mean, like really fat, like almost four hundred pounds. I started hitting the gym a few years ago when I decided I wanted to be an actor."
"Well, it's working for you," I said as I felt his thick stomach and ran my hand over his very attractive belly fold. "But I don't think you need to lose any more weight."
I undid his jeans and pushed them down, and his seven-inch erection flopped out. I wrapped my fingers around it, and we began making out again as we fervently massaged each other's stiff cocks.
"Oh god," Josh groaned, "I want you to fuck me."
"Yeah, you want me to?" I said teasingly. "You want daddy's big cock in you?"
"Yeah, daddy," he replied with his incongruous baritone voice, "I want you inside me."
I could tell that Josh was the type of brute who liked his sex a little bit rough, so I grabbed his shoulder forcefully, spun him around, and bent him over so that his big, thick, muscular, smooth ass was presenting itself to me.
"You've got a hot ass," I growled as I ran my hand over it, slipping my middle finger into his crack and fingering his asshole.
"Come on," Josh whimpered pitifully. "Fuck my ass. Fuck me hard."
"Yeah, boy," I grunted as I lubed up my stiff rod, which by now was dripping with excitement. "I'm gonna tear that ass up."
I pressed the tip of my cock against his waiting asshole and immediately pushed it into his body.
"AAAH!" Josh cried out as I shoved my erection into his ass, my shaft pushing deeper and deeper into him. "Fuck!" His big, stout body trembled as I slid the entire length into his ass.
"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" I growled.
"Yeah, daddy," he growled back. "Now fuck me. Fuck my ass."
Grasping his hips with my hands, I began to thrust into him vigorously, pummeling his ass with my pounding cock. A mixture of loud grunts, cries, whimpers, and growls poured from Josh's mouth as my shaft plunged in and out of his hot, thick body.
Even in the dim light, I could see a sheen of sweat forming on his broad, smooth, muscular back, his muscles tight and tense as I violated his body with my jackhammering cock. I was still trying to process the fact that this big, rough man was a total power bottom.
"Oh fuck, that feels so fucking good!" Josh bellowed as I continued to slam my body against his thick ass over and over again.
"Oh god, you're so hot," I grunted as I felt my orgasm building. "You're gonna make me blast my load into you."
"Oh fuck yeah, daddy," Josh growled. "Fill my ass up with your cum."
"Yeah, you're gonna make me cum," I moaned. "Ah, fuck!"
Josh let out a cry as I shoved my cock into him up to the hilt and held it there as it began to pulse, erupting with thick blasts of my jizz that shot deep into his bowels.
"Oh, yesss," Josh hissed as he felt my sperm splashing against the walls of his ass. "That's so fucking hot."
My legs felt like they were going weak as I came, as if I was transferring all of my energy into Josh through his ass. And in a way I was, because Josh seemed to become more aggressive and pumped up as I continued to fill his guts with my spunk.
"Fuck yeah," he growled. "Keep it coming." I'd stopped thrusting my hips, so he began gyrating his, fucking my erupting my cock with his ass.
Finally, my orgasm came to an end, and I felt completely drained and empty. I knew there was only one way to fix that. I pulled my cock out of Josh's ass, causing him to sigh loudly. I then spun him back around and dropped to my knees so that his rock-hard erection was pointed right at my face.
"I'm gonna need you to feed me," I said as I engulfed his cock with my mouth and began to suck on it ardently.
Josh growled like a bear as I blew him, eager to have the taste of his seed in my mouth. He gripped my hair with his meaty hands and humped his hips, fucking my mouth. I could feel his shaft swelling in my mouth. His growls and grunts became louder and more fervent as he barreled towards his climax.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groaned as he fucked my mouth harder and faster. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth."
Josh's whole body suddenly tensed up, and his cock began throbbing. Jets of cum exploded into my mouth, and I swallowed it all down. His chunky body shook as he ejaculated his sperm down my throat, his growls becoming softer and weaker the more he spewed from his cock.
Finally, he stopped shaking as he pumped the last of his sperm into my mouth, and he let out a deep, purifying sigh. He pulled his dick out of my mouth and reached down to help me up to my feet.
"Thanks, man," Josh said with a big grin on his face, then he kissed me again.
He chuckled, and I could tell that he could taste his semen on my mouth. I squeezed the thick flesh of his chest and belly with my hands, wanting to remember the feel of it in my hands.
You can imagine my surprise a few years later when I walked into a men's casual apparel store at my local mall, part of a chain that catered to men of all shapes and sizes, and saw a row of photos of shirtless male models wearing the casual pants and jeans that the chain was famous for.
And there in the middle of the row was Josh, as burly and stocky as ever, a big grin on his face, clad in blue jeans and proudly showing off his big fuzzy chest and belly.