"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"
Chapter 51: The Client
March 2013
"It'll be the largest New Life by far," Will said proudly as he stood before a row of brand new, plastic-covered treadmills. "If we ever finished painting the place."
Will was a genial, chubby bear with a big, bushy beard, dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans. He was balding a bit on top, but all in all, he looked like a burly mountain man, which made it weird that he was the owner and proprietor of a small chain of high-end gyms in fitness-obsessed Los Angeles. That is, until you learned that New Life's clientele was almost exclusively large men. Will's philosophy was that working out should be about feeling happier and healthier rather than just about losing weight.
He already had New Life gyms in Santa Monica, downtown, and in two locations in the San Gabriel Valley, but now he was about to open his first location in the heart of West Hollywood right on Santa Monica Boulevard. It was when he started to get some negative feedback and backlash online that he became concerned about the stigma about being overweight in the gay enclave. And that's when he came to HartBPM, having heard about how we had helped the plus-size fashion line XPlusL break out in the gay bear community several years earlier.
Dave and I looked at the half-painted walls and the scaffolding scattered around the nearly completed gym and fitness center. There was a wall of windows facing Santa Monica Boulevard that would eventually allow the gym to be visible from the sidewalk and street outside, but for now they were completely covered in frosted plastic to hide the construction.
Dave had been working with me at HartBPM for more than six months and had become my right-hand man and apprentice. Part of his job was to accompany me on all meetings with all potential clients. Even after all this time, he was still showing up to work in a blazer and tie.
"Well, this looks like a gym I'd like to work out at," Dave said as he took off his blazer, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top couple of buttons on his dress shirt. He then stepped up to a set of pull-up bars, grabbed hold of them, and proceeded to do a dozen pull-ups as Will and I watched, impressed. It was a reminder that Dave had once been on his way to a career in professional sports.
Will chuckled as Dave hopped down from the pull-up bars. "Unfortunately, I think you might feel out of place here." Will reached down and folded up a padded leg rest, revealing it to be an assisted pull-up machine. "I'm afraid most of clients need a little assistance with pull-ups. Or at least I do."
"I would definitely need it," I added, realizing that I'd never been able to do a single pull-up in my life.
Dave grinned and patted his slight paunch. "Well, a few more months of going out to lunch with Sloan, and I may need it, too."
It was true, in the months since I'd known him, Dave had gotten quite a bit pudgier, though he was still a long way from being a bear. Despite that, and even though he was decidedly not gay, Dave had only grown more attractive to me the more I worked with him and the more I got to know him. He still had a very serious and all-business demeanor most of the time, but I also saw a goofy and fun side of him peek out every now and then. This was one of those times.
"This might actually make me want to start going to the gym," I remarked.
"Well, let me show you something that might seal the deal," Will responded, grinning.
"I thought I should make the WeHo outpost of New Life super-special," Will said as he led Dave and me down a set of stairs to a lower basement level of the gym. "The locker room is down here, as are two classrooms for fitness classes. But the real kicker is this."
He led us to a wall of glass through which we could see a lap pool and a sunken jacuzzi still under construction. Will pointed to a few doors on the opposite side of the room.
"What are those?" I asked.
"Just a steam room, sauna, and polar room," he replied.
"You mean you have a full-on spa here?" I asked.
"That's right. Eventually we might even offer massages and body scrubs. This will be the first of my gyms to offer all these amenities."
"That's awesome," Dave said, somewhat dumbfounded by the extravagance of it all.
"Yeah," I said as I nodded. "I think we can definitely use this as the centerpiece in your marketing campaign. I know some of the Korean spas also have a gym, but this would be the first gym that just happens to have a full spa included. It's impressive."
"Thanks." Will crossed his arms and beamed proudly.
"Okay, I'll meet you back at the office," Dave said to me as he prepared to head out the front doors of New Life. "I'll type up my notes and have them for you by the end of the day." He shook hands with Will. "You have one hell of a gym here."
"That was my goal," Will replied.
After Dave had left, I turned to Will. "He's right," I said. "I don't think we'll have any trouble establishing New Life as the premier private gym for men in this city."
"How long has it been since you've been to a gym?" he asked.
"It's been a while," I replied, a little bit ashamed. "I haven't actually worked out since college, when I was on the football team."
"Well, hell." Will grinned, grabbing my wrist with one of his massive hands. "I think you need a one-on-one training session."
"I'm totally not dressed for a workout," I protested as he led me to a chest press machine.
"Guess you'll just have to get undressed, then," he replied. "I'll join you."
I watched as he pulled off his baggy sweatshirt, then unbuttoned his jeans and took them off so that he was standing before me in a white tee-shirt and boxer shorts. I could see that he had massive arms, a brawny chest, and a soft belly that all strained the fabric of his tee-shirt.
"Well, if you insist," I said, unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off to reveal my tank top underneath. I then took off my pants, so that I was also just standing there in my boxers. However, I wanted to get Will to take off his tee-shirt, too, so I pulled off my tank top and tossed it to the floor with a flourish.
Will smiled. "That's the spirit," he said, and then he pulled off his tee-shirt, letting me finally see his big, furry chest and belly. His huge biceps and shoulders made it clear that even though he was chubby bear, he clearly made good use of his own gym.
"Hey, do you work out?" I quipped as I reached out and squeezed his bicep, which he flexed for me.
"As a matter of fact, I do," he replied. I ran my hand over his arms and chest, which was thick and fat but definitely not muscular. "Okay, let's see how you are on the chest press."
"It's literally been over a decade since I've been on one of these," I said as I adjusted the seat of the chest press machine and sat down.
I debated how much weight to set the machine to. Back in college, I was able to do 200 pounds on the chest press with relative ease, but I knew I could easily embarrass myself if I tried to start out with that much weight. I set the weight to 175 pounds and wrapped my hands around the rubber-covered grips.
To my surprise, I was able to push the grips away from my body smoothly and quickly, and I began to do a do a dozen reps on the machine. Will nodded, standing behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders, feeling my muscles flexing as I pushed and pulled my arms back and forth.
"That's good," he remarked as I finished my set. "You have good form."
"Thanks," I replied as I climbed off the machine and stood. "Do you want to do a set?"
Will smiled and sat on the machine, reaching down to adjust the weight to 250 pounds. With a smirk, he grabbed the grips and began huffing as he did a dozen reps on the machine with ease, the muscles in his arms and chest swelling each time he extended his arms.
As he finished his set, I reached out and ran my hand over his chest. "You're starting to work up a sweat," I said as I stepped in front of him, leaned forward, and ran my tongue over his furry, brawny chest.
Will moaned as I slid down his body, my tongue and hands gliding across his chest and belly, until I was on my knees in front of him. He already had a tent in his boxers from his stiff cock poking against the fabric. I gripped the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down, smiling at the sight of his thick, seven-inch erection springing up before my eyes as I slid his boxers down his legs.
"Oh my god," Will groaned as I swallowed the entire length of his delicious cock in my hot, hungry mouth and began to work his shaft with my lips and tongue.
Still seated on the chest press machine, Will's big body writhed with pleasure as I slid my mouth up and down his hard rod. I squeezed his furry belly in my hands, kneading his thick flesh, causing him to giggle. It was adorable. I then flicked and pinched his nipples with my fingers, feeling them harden from the stimulation.
Will's breathing became heavier and louder as I sucked harder on his cock. "Oh god, I'm gonna cum," he whispered.
He reached up and clamped his hands around the grips of the chest press as if he were holding on for dear life. I felt his cock beginning to swell in my mouth. Suddenly, Will let out a roar as he pushed forward on the grips, his body tensing he extended his arms, the weights of the machine sliding upwards.
And then his cum spewed into my waiting mouth. I sucked out each blast of fluid erupting from his pulsing cock, swallowing it down with glee. Will's roar subsided into a happy, satisfied growl as he pumped more jets of sperm down my throat.
As his orgasm subsided, he let out a long, deep sigh as he relaxed his arms, pulling them back and letting the machine weights slowly fall back to their resting position. I continued suckling on his still stiff cock, wanting to extract every last drop of his cum from his body.
Finally, I gently pulled my mouth off his cock and looked up to see him looking down at me with a placid, satisfied look on his bearded face.
"Now that's what I call a workout," he said, smirking. "But I think you need to work up a sweat."
We both stood, and I watched as Will strolled naked across the gym to a weight bench. He bent over it, resting his palms on the vinyl surface of the bench.
"I think this will work," he said, looking over at me as I dropped my boxers and began to spread lube over my rock-hard cock. "I think you know what to do."
I grinned and moved behind him, taking a moment to feel his round, meaty ass with my hands. He had perhaps the most classic bearish body I'd ever seen. I was going to enjoy being inside of it. I pressed my cock head against his asshole and pushed into him.
"Oh yeah," Will moaned as he felt my dick sliding into his ass. "That feels so incredible."
As soon as I had my cock completely buried in him, I began to fuck his ass slowly and deliberately. I savored the feeling of my shaft sliding and out of his warm body. I could tell that he was savoring the sensation, too, as he moaned and growled with delight.
"Harder," he growled. "Fuck me harder."
I gripped Will's hips with my hands and began to pick up the pace of my thrusts, pounding my cock into his ass with increased fervor and force. As I fucked him, Will lifted up his left leg, bending it up and placing his foot on the weight bench. I was now able to thrust my cock even deeper into his ass.
I saw Will's arm flexing and pumping as he grabbed his cock, which was hard once again, and began jerking off with abandon. He grunted and groaned as I slammed my pole into him over and over. By now we were both literally dripping with sweat from our exertions.
"I'm gonna cum," I grunted as I watched Will's sweaty body heaving and writhing as I fucked him.
"Yeah," Will groaned. "Me, too."
Just as my cock began to throb and shoot the first blast of my sperm into Will's ass, his ass began to clench around my shaft, and I knew that he was cumming again.
I shot jet after jet of jizz into his ass as thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and splattered across the weight bench and the floor. Both of our bodies shook violently, and we both cried out as we came together.
Finally, as our orgasms ebbed, I leaned forward and kissed Will's sweat-coated back. He let out another deep, happy sigh.
"I see you're a full-service gym," I quipped.
"And you're a full-service P.R. agency," he responded, chuckling. He took a few deep breaths. "Hey, if you want, you're welcome to a free gym membership."
I wrapped my arms around his big torso and hugged him. "Only if you'll be my personal trainer."