"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 60: Hands On
October 2015
"Aw, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Dylan cried out as his throbbing cock pumped his cum down my throat. He was leaning back against the kitchen island in my apartment with his pants down, having just dropped by on his way to take photos at a concert down the street at the Wiltern Theatre.
Within seconds of his arrival, I had his pants around his ankles and his cock in my mouth. After a few minutes of massaging his hard shaft with my lips and tongue, eliciting loud and appreciative moans and gasps from Dylan, I once again had a load of his sperm in my stomach.
"Thanks," he sighed as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and grabbed a paper towel to clean himself up. "I needed that."
I stood up and kissed him, letting him taste his own cum on my tongue. It occurred to me that we'd been friends and fuck buddies for over a dozen years now. Even though we were both in our mid-thirties, and we both had beards with flecks of gray and even white in them, we were still like teenagers whenever we were around one another.
"You want me to suck you off before I go?" Dylan asked.
"Nah, you need to get to your show. Besides, I just jerked off his afternoon."
Dylan smirked. "That's never stopped you before."
I squirmed a little as I debated whether to confess something to him. "To be honest, I haven't really been feeling it lately. I've had trouble cumming twice in the same day, and sometimes I'm just not in the mood to go out and get laid."
Dylan nodded with concern, then smiled sympathetically. "You know, I've been feeling that way occasionally, too. I think we have to face the fact that we're getting older."
"Hate to admit it, but maybe I'm just getting bored of all the sex stuff. Sometimes it feels like I've done it all."
Dylan suddenly perked up as if a light bulb just went off in his head. "Or maybe you just need a change of pace. You ever been to a jackoff club?"
"No, what's that?"
A big grin broke out on Dylan's face.
"I don't know," I said warily as Dylan and I stood outside the non-descript red brick building south of downtown Los Angeles. "You told me the neighborhood was sketchy, but this looks even rougher than I envisioned."
It was a late Sunday afternoon, and Dylan was taking me along to a jackoff club meetup. He'd explained to me that it was pretty much a sex party without the actual sex. Basically, a few dozen guys meet up at a warehouse loft, get naked, and then proceed to get off, either by themselves or with others. The number one rule is no penetration and no oral sex. You have to use your hands. After countless orgies and visits to sex clubs and bathhouses in my lifetime, there was something appealing and almost quaint about the idea.
That is, until I arrived and found that I had to park on a trash-strewn street in front of a homeless encampment. Dylan had downplayed the grunginess of the area outside the building, only warning that in order to keep costs down, they had to hold the club meetups in a rough part of town.
"Don't worry about it," Dylan replied to my concerns. "People still live and work here. Come on, naked dudes are waiting inside."
I grinned as Dylan punched in a code on the keypad next to the front door of the building and led me inside. After going through an industrial looking lobby, up a flight of metal stairs, and down a bleak-looking concrete-floored hallway, we arrived at the loft on the second floor. Dylan opened the door to reveal a small, white room, where two hipster-types sat behind a small desk with a laptop and a cashbox.
I quickly learned that this was a special club meeting. Normally, the entry price was $20, but for this meeting, club members were encouraged to bring a friend and get two admissions for the price of one.
As soon as we paid, eliciting a cheerful "Have fun!" from one of the hipsters, we went through a second door into the dimly lit main room, and I was immediately greeted by the sight of about thirty men, all naked except for their socks and shoes, scattered around the large, open room, which may have at one time been an artist's studio.
Large windows were covered by blackout curtains, blocking out any sunlight outside, and aside from a handful of small lights around the room, the primary source of light in the loft was the compilation of gay porn clips being projected onto a wall.
There were folding chairs scattered around the room, as well as a handful of sofas and even a queen-sized bed all the way in the back. There were men of all shapes, sizes, and ages occupying those chairs, sofas, and even the bed, where four men had their bodies entwined as they feverishly jerked each other's stiff cocks.
"We can take off our clothes and put them into these bags," Dylan explained, handing me a plastic bag and proceeding to remove his shirt. "Keep your shoes on, though."
"Is my stuff going to be safe?" I asked as I took off my pants, patting my pocket where my wallet was stored.
"It's fine," Dylan replied. "We're all here to have a good time. No one's thinking about stealing our shit."
I grinned and continued stripping while also enjoying the view of Dylan removing his clothes piece by piece. I never got tired of watching Dylan undress to reveal his perfect, fuzzy, stocky bear body. He saw me watching him and smiled bashfully, despite the fact that we'd gotten naked in front of one another dozens if not hundreds of times over the past twelve years.
"Hey, look," he gestured over towards the dozens of naked male bodies in the loft, but I knew he was gesturing to one in particular: a tall, lumbering, brutish-looking guy with dark hair, a short beard, and a furry chest. He looked about our age, but also looked like he might have been a football player in his youth. At the moment, though, he was just standing in the middle of the room, lazily rubbing his erect cock with a meaty hand as he looked around the room at the other naked men.
"So, what?" I asked as we finished undressing and just stood there awkwardly in our shoes. "We just go around and starting grabbing cocks?"
"You've been to a sex club," Dylan answered. "Same thing, except it's all in the hands. You don't even have to touch anyone else if you don't want. You can just sit back and watch, if you want." He gestured towards a trio of naked daddies sitting on a futon in the corner, jerking off together as they watched others playing with one another. "Just relax and have fun. No stress, no pressure. And there's plenty to choose from."
"Okay, let's check out this guy first," I said, referring to the lumbering brute that Dylan had pointed out.
We approached the guy, who was still just standing there jerking off in the middle of the room. When he saw us approaching, he turned towards us, one his thick eyebrows raised as if he were trying to figure out our intentions.
"Hey there," Dylan said as we stopped in front of him. "I'm Dylan, and this here's Sloan. It's his first time."
The brute smiled, his brutish demeanor dissolving into friendliness. "Well, welcome, Sloan," he said as he continued pumping is shaft with his fist. "I'm Mitch."
"Well, Mitch, can I jerk you off?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as I could.
"Only if I can do the same," he replied, reaching out and grabbing my cock before I even had time to grab his.
Dylan grinned, a horndog expression on his bearded face, as Mitch and I soon had our fingers wrapped around each other's hard shafts as we jerked each other off. Mitch leaned into me and planted his mouth on mine, and we kissed deeply as we stimulated one another.
I heard Dylan moaning, and I realized that Mitch had grabbed Dylan's cock with his other hand and was now masturbating both Dylan and me. We all stood there in a tight circle, and I looked down to see all of our cocks being pumped in each other's fists.
"Enjoying your first time here?" Mitch asked jokingly.
I just nodded in response, letting out a groan of pleasure. Apparently, this attracted the attention of a cute, mustached, Japanese musclebear who approached and placed a hand on Mitch's shoulder.
"Looks like you have your hands full," he quipped to Mitch.
"Frank's my friend," Mitch explained. "It's his first time here, too. You having fun, yet, Frank?"
Frank smiled. "Not as much as you're having."
I reached over and grabbed Frank's hard-on with my free hand and began jerking on it. Frank moved in closer and joined our tight circle, creating a literal circle jerk.
We were all breathing heavily as I jerked on Mitch's and Frank's cocks while Mitch jerked on Dylan's and my cocks. I looked around at the expressions of pure bliss on all of our faces. We were all moaning and grunting as we pleasured one another.
Dylan was right. The casualness and easy-going nature of the whole situation felt like something new and exciting, and I suddenly felt hornier and eager to cum than I had in a long time. I looked over at Dylan, who looked back at me with a big grin on his face, as if he could sense that I had found a renewed enjoyment of having my cock stimulated.
"Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Mitch moaned.
"Me, too," Frank groaned in response, and I jerked on their cocks with increasing excitement.
Dylan was nodding, indicating that he was ready to blow, too, and the thought of all of us spurting our loads together pushed me towards my climax.
"Aw fuck!" I growled as my body quaked, and I began shooting my cum all over Mitch's pumping hand.
In response, Mitch cried out, and jets of his hot jizz began coating my hand as I continued jerking his cock.
Dylan and Frank both suddenly came at the same time. I watched as ropes of white fluid shot out of their cocks over Mitch's and my hands and splattered onto the floor between us.
Our naked bodies all shuddered and heaved as we groaned and grunted together through our orgasms. As our climaxes finally subsided, both Mitch and I were left with hands sticky and glazed with sperm.
Mitch let out chuckle as he looked at his hands, then at Frank and Dylan. "Hey, can one of you get Sloan and me some paper towels?"
I held up my own cum-coated hands and grinned. "Damn, I'd lick these off if it wasn't against the rules."
"How're you doing?" Dylan asked as he plopped his sweaty, naked body down on the bed next to mine.
After cumming with Dylan and the other two bears mere minutes after arriving at the jackoff club meeting, I'd wandered around the loft, checking out the other guys jerking off or jerking each other off. It was like watching porn, but in real life. Every now and then, someone would approach me and ask if he could give me a handjob, but I had to politely explain that I'd just shot my wad. Sadly, I didn't have the ability to cum again immediately like my old roommate Gabe or my Bear Club gym buddy Benji. I needed a little time to recover.
Which is why when I saw that the bed in the back of the loft had become available, I collapsed onto the bed and just enjoyed the view of the dozens of other men playing with each other while I lazily stroked my cock. After about half an hour, I was now fully hard again.
"See for yourself," I replied to Dylan, shaking my fully erect cock in my fist.
Dylan grinned, pushing my hand away and grasping my shaft in his hand. "I was playing with this cute chubby blond dude over there," he said as he rubbed my cock with his fingers. "He shot buckets of cum all over the floor."
"I think I heard him," I said. "You practically made him scream."
I looked over as a stocky, handsome, somewhat nerdish daddy with a muscular barrel chest and only a slight paunch approached and stood next to the bed, looming over my reclined body as he slowly jerked his seven-inch cock. He was clean-shaven and wore a pair of thick-framed glasses that made him look like an accountant or actuary. Anywhere else, he might be mistaken for a late middle-aged suburban dad, but here he was just another one of the horny dudes looking to touch cocks, and he looked fascinated by mine.
"Hi there," he said a lascivious tone that I didn't think was possible coming from such a bookish-looking man.
I smiled at the sight of him. Even though he wasn't really a bear, there was something very sexy and appealing about his cute face and unexpectedly burly chest.
It was Dylan, however, who responded first, casually stroking my shaft. "You want a go at this?" he asked.
The stocky daddy's face lit up with a big smile. "Thanks!"
He reached down, wrapping his hand around my shaft, and began pumping on it. The sensation sent a shiver through my body, and I let out a loud groan.
"You like that, don't you?" the daddy murmured as he jerked me off expertly.
I reached over with my own hand and grasped his cock, which was dripping precum onto the sheets covering the bed, and slid my hand back and forth along his shaft. His mouth formed an O shape as he began to sigh and moan.
Lying on his side next to me, Dylan grinned as he watched the daddy and me jerking each other off. I looked over at him, smiled back, and grabbed his cock with my other hand, massaging it to a full erection.
The three of us all moaned as I had my hands full with their cocks while my own cock was being stimulated by the daddy's strong, rough hand. Our trio began to draw the attention of other guys who wandered over and stood at the end of the bed to watch us as they masturbated.
"Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum," the daddy grunted, his legs trembling as I increased my strokes on both his and Dylan's cocks.
"Yeah," I growled back, "shoot your cum all over me, daddy."
Dylan had his eyes closed and his head thrown back as he humped his hips, fucking my fist as I pumped his cock. My own cock was swelling and growing harder in the daddy's hand as I felt my second orgasm of the night approaching.
"Oh god, oh god!" the daddy suddenly started panting, and white ropes of his semen began blasting from his cock and splashing across my belly and dripping down the side of my body. He shook his head as if in disbelief as his whole body continued to spasm, and he splattered me with his sperm.
Dylan's breathing became more and more harsh as he watched the daddy cumming over me, and he humped his body with even more fervor until with a strangled cry, he began to shoot his load, blasting the other side of my body with his cum.
Having my body being pelted with jizz, combined with the sight of some of the onlookers beginning to spurt their loads as they watched us, sent me over the edge. My cock began to pulse in the daddy's hand, and I began to blast white streaks of hot cum across my sweaty belly.
Dylan, the daddy, and I were all shaking as waves of pleasure swept over us. And it was Dylan's and my second orgasms in barely half an hour.
When it was all over, we all sighed, catching our breaths as we watched more onlookers climaxing at the end of the bed. I looked over at Dylan, who leaned into me to give me a sweet, gentle kiss.
"Feeling like you got your mojo back?" he asked.
"Thanks to you," I replied with a satisfied smile.