"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 56: Home
May 2014
"I don't fucking believe it," Tony bellowed as he and Bobby climbed out of his black pickup truck and approached me. "Sloan Cosgrove's back in Texas."
I was standing on the front steps of my Dad's house in Cicero, the same house where I'd grown up, very happy to see my old high school football buddies for the first time in years. In the case of Tony, it'd been nearly thirteen years.
"Sorry to hear about your Dad," Bobby said, almost meekly. "How's he doing?"
"He's doing okay. Resting in bed. It's about all he can do right now."
A few days earlier, I'd gotten a frantic phone call from Cliff, Dad's best friend, to inform me that my Dad had suffered a heart attack while on a construction site and was in the hospital. I got on a plane the next morning and flew out to Austin, rented a car, and drove straight to the hospital in Cicero.
Cliff met me at the hospital and took me to see my Dad, who was awake, alert, and in high spirits. "Look at what I have to do to get you to come home," he joked when he saw me entering the room.
The heart attack had been a pretty serious one, and although he was expected to make a full recovery after a few weeks of bedrest, Dad had made the decision while in the hospital to finally retire. After all, he was going to turn 63 in a few months, and though he looked as hearty as ever, he'd been feeling the years catching up to him. His back pain problems a few years earlier had been the first of many signs, and this latest health crisis was the last straw.
After three days, my Dad was discharged from the hospital, and I took him home and spent a couple of days running around town, picking up prescriptions and groceries for him while he was laid up in bed.
It was during this time that I learned that his hot water heater had been busted for weeks, and he was too busy out on contracting jobs to get it fixed. It was a good excuse for me to finally reach out to the only plumbers and hot water heater specialists I knew in Cicero: Bobby and Tony.
As I watched them walking up to me, I took note of how Tony had matured into a redneck daddy bear. He still had the same big, soft, pudgy body he had just after college, but his face looked a little more worn and hardened, and the hair on his balding head and full beard had gone prematurely gray. I knew from my regular phone calls to Bobby that Tony was now a divorced father of three, with an eldest daughter about to enter her teen years. He'd had a rough few years, and his friendship and business partnership with Bobby had been the only thing holding him together. That, and the occasional blowjobs that Bobby would provide to relieve his tension.
With a big grin on his face, Tony gave me a big hug when he reached the front door of my Dad's house and wouldn't let go.
"God damn, I've missed you," he said, rocking me side to side as I hugged him back.
"Same here, buddy," I replied.
Tony finally released me and stepped back to look me over. "Looking good, my friend. Bobby tells me you're some advertising bigshot out in L.A."
"I'm not sure how much of a bigshot I am," I protested, "but it's a pretty good living."
Bobby then stepped up to me. It'd been almost six years since the last time I'd seen him, when I flew him out to Palm Springs to celebrate my birthday, but he looked like he hadn't aged a day. He was still the same adorable, dark-haired, goateed bear that I had befriended in high school.
"Hey, Sloan," Bobby said sheepishly before planting a hungry kiss on my mouth. I kissed him back, having forgotten how much I loved making out with him. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close. Tony just smiled, clearly happy for us.
"Just like old times," I said as we broke our kiss and looked into Bobby's soulful eyes, which looked glazed with tears.
Tony clapped his hands together. "Okay, let's fix this water heater of yours so we can get to catching up."
"Well, that was easy," Tony said as he washed his hands in the kitchen sink. He and Bobby had just finished the repairs to Dad's hot water heater.
"Tell your dad that he should give us a call as soon as he has any problems like that," Bobby added.
As soon as Tony finished and was drying his hands with a hand towel that I'd handed him, Bobby began to wash his hands thoroughly. Tony and I walked over to the living room, where we collapsed onto the sofa, the same sofa where my Dad and Cliff had double-fucked me the night before I left for Los Angeles thirteen years earlier. Dad had never bothered to replace it.
"I'm gonna ask the big question, Tony," I said as we settled in. "Are you getting laid lately?"
Tony sighed, knowing that the question was coming. "Not nearly as much as I'd like. Not since the divorce."
"So basically you've been relying on your hand and Bobby's mouth."
Tony smiled sadly. "Yeah, pretty much."
"Whatcha talking about?" Bobby asked as he joined us from the kitchen and sat on Dad's recliner.
"Tony's sex life," I answered. "What else?"
"Or lack of one," Tony added.
"Well, damn it, we gotta do something about that." I reached over and unbuttoned his jeans.
"Hey, hold up there," he protested, "your dad's in the next room."
"He's sound asleep," I replied. "We can make as much noise as we want, and he won't know." I didn't tell him that if Dad did hear us, he'd probably want to join in.
Tony sighed, then unzipped his pants and pushed them down to reveal his soft cock. "Okay, but make it fast." He obviously thought I meant to blow him.
I looked over at Bobby, who was watching us wide-eyed, and flashed him a wicked grin. I then looked back at Tony and began taking off my own pants. "Actually, you're the one who's gonna have to be fast."
"What do you mean?" Tony asked, baffled.
"You can get a blowjob from Bobby whenever you want," I explained. "I want you to fuck me like you used to when we were in school."
Now Tony's eyes went wide, and then he smiled. "Man, Sloan, you're the same horny fucker you always were."
"And you're still the same cute, fat fucker you were in high school."
I reached over and grabbed his soft dick, rubbing it until it began to swell in my hand. Tony moaned as I worked his pole to a full erection. Clear, sticky precum soon began to seep from the bright red head of his cock, reminding me that Tony had always been a big precum leaker.
As I pumped his shaft with my fist, Tony pulled off his shirt to reveal his big, soft torso, even doughier and hairier than the last time I'd seen it, giving him even more of a teddy bear physique.
Once his cock was practically coated with his precum, I stood and quickly removed the rest of my clothes. I looked over at Bobby, who had pulled his erection out of his pants and was jerking off as he watched me and Tony preparing to fuck in front of him.
"How do you want to do it?" Tony asked as I squirted some lube onto his cock and slicked it up.
My own penis stiffened from the sight of his naked, pudgy, furry body sitting there on my Dad's sofa. I kneeled on the sofa next to him with my belly pressed against the sofa back.
"I think this way," I said. "You can just shove it in and pound away."
Tony laughed at my directness. "Thanks, I think I will."
He stood up and got behind me, positioning his cock at my waiting asshole. I looked back at him and saw him shooting a smile at Bobby, who had stripped off his clothes and was sitting in Dad's recliner, pounding away on his cock with his fist.
Tony then pushed his cock into my ass and began to hump away, plunging his shaft in and out. He fucked me vigorously, his belly slamming against my back each time he pounded into me.
"Oh fuck, Tony," I whimpered with pleasure as he plowed my ass. "Fuck me hard. Oh god."
Tony was making loud bear-like grunting and huffing sounds as he thrust excitedly into my body, his enthusiasm clearly due to not having fucked anyone in months. He clamped his strong hands on my sides and slammed into me even harder and faster.
Sweat was practically pouring down his hairy body, and I felt droplets of it raining down on my body each time Tony plunged his stiff rod into my ass. He was a much more mature man than the last time he'd fucked me, and it showed in the way he controlled his powerful thrusts.
"Oh my god, Sloan," Tony growled as he maintained a steady pace, his shaft sliding in and out of my asshole like a piston. "I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah, Tony," I groaned, "shoot your load in me."
Tony let out a snarl as his body shuddered behind me, and I felt his cock throbbing in my ass as he flooded my guts with his hot seed. He seemed to spasm as he continued to pound his cock in and out until his shaft was both slick and sticky with lube and his own cum.
"Oh god," Tony whimpered as he gradually slowed down his thrusts. He finally stopped moving, and I felt his cock pulse a couple of more times, pumping more of his sperm into me.
"That was amazing," I said as he bent over me, breathing heavily on my neck as he recovered. "I could literally feel your cum shooting inside me."
"Thanks, Sloan," Tony sighed as he slowly pulled his softening penis out of me and stepped back to look at his own cum dripping out of my ass.
We both looked over at Bobby, still slowly jerking his big cock with a dumb smile on his face.
"Come on, Bobby," I said, beckoning him over. "I've been dying to have you to fuck me again."
"Aw, Sloan," Bobby said, sounding genuinely touched, as he got up and walked up behind me. "I wish we could do this every day."
He guided his cock to my dripping asshole and gently penetrated me, lovingly sliding the length of his cock deep into my body.
"Fuck, Bobby, that feels so fucking good," I moaned as he began to fuck me with deliberate, powerful thrusts.
"God, Sloan, I love you so much," Bobby growled as he accelerated his thrusts.
I found myself wondering if he really meant it or if he was just lost in the heat of lust. Like Tony, Bobby began making animal-like grunts and groans as his fucking became wilder and more animalistic. Soon, he was slamming my ass with intense thrusts that almost knocked the wind out of me. I'd never seen Bobby so fierce and worked up. And I liked it.
"Oh fuck, Bobby," I groaned. "You're fucking me so hard. You're so fucking hot."
I looked over and saw Tony watching us with a surprised look on his face. He was clearly impressed by Bobby's intensity.
Bobby leaned forward and wrapped his powerful arms around me. He held me tight as he slammed his body against mine, pounding his cock into my ass over and over, filling the air with wet slapping sounds.
"I'm gonna cum," Bobby moaned in my ear. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"
"Cum in me," I moaned back. "Cum in me, Bobby."
Bobby cried out as his body trembled, then I felt blasts of his jizz exploding from his cock and coating the walls of my ass. I gyrated my ass against him, wanting to coax all of his cum out of him. Bobby hugged me and almost sounded like he was crying as he came inside me.
Finally, he kissed my neck and back as his orgasm subsided. We stayed in that position for what felt like a full minute, catching our breaths as I savored the feeling of Bobby's cock buried in my cum-filled ass.
Suddenly, a muffled, gruff voice called out. "Sloan!"
It was my Dad.
"Oh shit," Bobby said, sliding his cock out of my ass.
"Thanks, guys," I said as I turned to face them, my stiff cock, dripping with precum, poking up at them. "I need to go take care of my Dad."
"Thanks, Sloan," Tony said, already half-dressed.
"But you haven't cum, yet," Bobby protested, sounding genuinely concerned.
"It's okay, Bobby," I said, kissing him to put him at ease. He was so adorable. "Let's get together tonight."
This made him smile. "Okay, Sloan. Call me."
I pulled on my boxers as Bobby began dressing.
"Sloan!" my Dad called out weakly again from his bedroom.
"I'm coming, Dad," I yelled back. "Just a minute!"
"Sounded like you had company," my Dad said as I walked into his bedroom, still dressed in just my boxers. He was sitting halfway up in his bed, shirtless and with a blanket pulled up to his waist, an iPad Pro that I'd purchased for his last birthday resting on his lap.
"Yeah, I had Bobby and Tony over to fix your water heater," I explained. "You finally have hot water again."
Dad smiled, his handsome, grizzled, bearded face looking more serene than I'd ever seen him. "Thanks, son," he said, then smirked at the sight of me standing there in my boxers. "See you didn't bother to get dressed up for your friends."
I laughed. "They're my oldest friends, Dad. They've seen me in way less in the locker room." I'd never told him that I'd had sex with Tony and especially Bobby numerous times.
"Hm," he grunted like he knew I wasn't telling him the whole truth. It was very possible that he could hear me getting fucked by my buddies in the living room. "Thanks for flying out to take care of me," he sighed. "I don't mean to be such a burden."
Despite still having the thick, massive build of a weightlifter, his bare, burly, fuzzy chest was concealing the fact that he had a weakened heart. At the moment, he looked so small and weak in his bed, as if his heart attack had robbed him of his imposing demeanor.
"You're not a burden, Dad," I replied as I stepped up to the side of his bed and helped him adjust his pillows. "I just want you to get better."
"I've missed you, son," he sighed. He then raised an eyebrow as he noticed something. He reached out and caressed the bulge in my boxers. My cock was still partially hard from my encounter with Bobby and Tony just a few minutes prior.
"Hey, what're you doing?" I protested, though it felt so good to have him massaging my cock with his rough hand, and I grew fully hard again within seconds.
"For some reason I don't think you were just having a friendly reunion with Bobby and Tony," he said with a hint of mischief in his voice.
He then reached into the fly of my boxers and pulled out my erect dick, letting it rest in the palm of his hand, then wrapping his fingers around my shaft and slowly pumping it. He seemed to look at my huge erection in his hand with fascination.
"Oh fuck." I'd gotten so worked up with Bobby and Tony that I couldn't help moaning as my Dad stroked my cock.
"I'm always amazed by how big you are," my Dad murmured in wonderment as he jerked me off. "It certainly doesn't come from my side of the family."
That made me chuckle, but it also gave me the excuse to reach down, push his iPad off his lap, and pull down his blanket, revealing that he was completely naked in bed. His cock, which I imagined had been neglected for quite some time, was already half-hard.
"You're not too bad yourself," I said as I grasped it and began massaging it. My Dad groaned as I rubbed his cock until it swelled and became hard as a rock, but then I hesitated. "Are you sure your heart can handle it?"
My Dad nodded. "Yeah, son, I need some relief."
Grinning, I wrapped my fist around his shaft and began pumping it vigorously. I knew he definitely hadn't cum since his heart attack, so I was eager to see just how big a load of cum he'd built up in his balls while being confined to his bed.
We were both moaning as we jerked each other off, him half-reclined in his bed while I stood over him at his side. I gazed down at my Dad's naked body, thinking that he'd only grown more handsome and sexually desirable with age. He very subtly humped his body up and down in his bed as I tugged on his erect cock, suddenly realizing that I'd only ever had him cum in my mouth and ass. I'd never actually seen him ejaculate before, and I suddenly found myself wanting nothing more than to see his cum spurting out of his cock.
I didn't have to wait long, because suddenly my Dad let out a cry of ecstasy, his body rearing up as his cock began to pulse in my hand. I watched as a long, thick, white rope of his hot semen erupted from his dick and splattered up across his fuzzy belly in a solid white line. With a grunt, a second blast of cum shot past his belly and splashed against his brawny chest.
My Dad's body was writhing in his bed as I continued to jerk him off, his cock shooting more jets of fluid that made a white, sticky mess on his stomach. My Dad tugged on my cock harder and faster, and the intense stroking combined by the sight of him in the throes of ecstasy pushed me over the edge.
"Oh fuck, Dad!" I cried out as I began to cum, a ribbon of white jizz blasting out of my cock and splattering across my Dad's forearm.
We both grunted and groaned as we continued to cum, both ejaculating our loads onto my Dad's body. As his orgasm came to an end, I saw his whole body twitch a couple of times and then relax. His belly and chest were splattered with his sperm.
I trembled as I shot a few more jets of cum onto my Dad's arm, and his strokes on my cock slowed down and finally came to a stop as we both came down from our climaxes.
I looked down at the mess of cum on my Dad's torso, and I couldn't help myself. I leaned down and ran my tongue across his belly, enjoying the taste of his sperm. I then took his softening cock in my mouth and sucked on it.
Dad gently patted my head with his hand, and I could sense that he was feeling stronger and more invigorated now.
"Thanks, son," he murmured.
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