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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 64: Closing The Deal
April 2018
The chubby, middle-aged, goateed ginger bear was dressed like a tourist on a trip to Hawaii, with cargo shorts and a linen shirt, even though we were in a bustling convention center in Las Vegas. We were at the largest annual food and beverage expo in the United States, where Will and I were manning a booth to attract investors to Will's newest business venture under the New Life label.
The bear looked through his wire-frame glasses at Will and me with a cocked eyebrow.
"So you plan to have them delivered every night by six o'clock, still hot and fresh?" he asked somewhat skeptically.
"Every night, if that's what you want," Will answered. "Anywhere from three to seven nights a week, it's all up to you."
"That must require a hell of a lot of manpower."
Will was ready with a response. "We've been working out the logistics for months, everything from sourcing the ingredients, to meal prep and packaging, to delivery. The next thing you're going to ask is about the pricing. I think you'll find that our meal plans are reasonably price, and certainly a hell of a lot cheaper than dining out." He handed the bear a brochure.
"Well, if it's everything you said it is, it's certainly got appeal," the bear replied as he took the brochure and glanced at it. "Especially with the New Life brand."
Will beamed at the mention of the business he'd spent years building. He gestured to me. "I have Sloan here to thank for that. He's the one who gave me the idea to expand the brand beyond the gyms."
I smiled. "Don't sell yourself short, Will." I looked back at the bear. "I just told him there was potential in the New Life name. He's the one who came up with ready-made nutritious meals delivered to your door."
"Only because I heard you complaining about how bored you were of resorting to microwave dinners on worknights."
"Well, I'll certainly consider investing," the bear replied, seemingly amused by our banter. He held out a business card. "Who should I give this to?"
"Better give it to Sloan," Will said.
I took the business card and glanced at the name on it, which I immediately recognized. "Thanks, Jerry," I said, trying not to show my excitement. "Hope to hear from you."
"I'll be in touch."
As Jerry the ginger bear moved on to the next booth, I held the business card up to Will. "Do you know who that was?"
I explained to him that we'd just pitched New Life Nutrition to a venture capitalist who was known for backing new gay-owned businesses and startups. Jerry was just the type of investor I was hoping to meet when I encouraged Will to attend this expo to raise financing for his low-fat, high-protein, ready-made meal delivery service. This was an expansion of the New Life brand beyond just hefty gay men. It was a service that appealed to a wide range of potential customers.
As the day wore on, and Will had gotten the hang of interacting with potential investors, he decided that he could man the booth by himself, and that I should go enjoy Vegas.
It was the thickest and hottest steam I'd ever experienced in a steam room. And even though I was sitting at the end of the steam room with another guy, mutually masturbating one another, I knew that I'd have to bail pretty soon. I was in danger of passing out from the blasts of scalding steam.
Besides, the steam was so dense that I couldn't even see the guy I was playing with, though from his silhouette he appeared to have a pleasingly bearish shape. And his stiff cock, which I enjoyed stroking, seemed to be a decent size.
It was a fine way to begin my first visit to Qua, the spa at Caesars Palace. My friend Dylan had told me about the spa and warned me about the intensity of the steam room, but I really didn't understand what he meant until I experienced it myself.
Fortunately, the spa had plenty of other amenities. It was by far the largest spa I'd visited in Vegas, with multiple rooms, including a dry sauna, a dark, small "shaving" room with hot mist, and even a cold polar room.
However, the crown jewel of the spa was its famous Roman baths, a separate, cavernous room set apart from the rest of the spa with multiple hot and warm pools and a rain shower in the middle of the room where naked guys could douse themselves while showing off their bodies to everyone else in the baths.
I'd decided to save the baths for later, though. I wanted to inhale some steam first. And even though Dylan had told me that the steam room at Qua was very cruisy, I was still surprised by how quickly I found myself stroking another guy's erect cock while he pumped mine with his fist.
"Sorry," I finally said over the din of the blasting steam, "I think I need to go sit in the polar room for a bit."
The other guy didn't respond, but he took his hand off my dick, and I stood up and wrapped my towel around my waist to hide my erection as I exited the steam room, clouds pouring out of the room when I opened the door to leave.
The polar room was right next to the steam room. It was a small, dimly lit, marble-tiled room with a tiled bench on one side and a couple of seats on the other side. It was probably actually only cooled to about 60 degrees, far from being truly polar, but it was refreshingly cold compared to the intense heat of the steam room.
I sat on one end of the tiled bench, facing the glass door so that I could see guys going in and out of the steam room. I was eager to get a good look at the guy whose cock I'd been stroking earlier.
So imagine my shock when the door to the steam room opened, and out of the thick clouds of steam emerged the furry, bearish form of Jerry, the venture capitalist who was interesting in funding Will's new business.
I sat up as he turned towards the door to the polar room and pulled it open. Because of the dim lighting, he couldn't get a good look at me sitting in the back corner until he'd entered the room. I knew his eyes had adjusted to the dark when he suddenly reacted with surprise upon seeing me.
"Oh wow," he exclaimed. "That was you?"
I grinned. "Guess so. I'm just as surprised as you. Hope it's a pleasant surprise for you."
Jerry smiled back as he sat down opposite me on the end of the bench next to the door and threw open his towel to show that his cock was still hard as a rock. "Totally," he replied as he began to stroke his shaft with his hand.
I opened my towel and began stroking my own cock. Even though the room was visible through the glass door, it was easy to see anyone approaching the room. The dim lighting also provided a little bit of protection.
"First time here?" Jerry asked as we casually jerked off together, probably trying to avoid discussing how weird it was to be getting off together so soon after having discussing serious business at the expo. I liked looking at his thick, ginger bear body, and I knew he was enjoying gazing at my body as he stroked his cock.
"Yeah," I answered. "I usually go to Mandalay Bay when I come to Vegas, but I'd heard a lot about this place."
"Yeah, this is my regular place. Since I always stay at Caesars when I come here."
"And do you get a lot of action here?" I asked, genuinely curious to hear from a regular customer of the spa.
"It can get pretty wild," he replied. "Though I've heard Mandalay Bay gets crazy, too."
"I can confirm that," I said, and we both laughed.
The mirthful moment became more erotic as Jerry's expression became more intense, and he began jerking off with more fervor. I enjoyed watching his chubby belly shaking and hearing his breaths becoming deeper and heavier.
And then he gasped as I suddenly scrambled over to him and brought my mouth down on his cock, which was dripping with precum, unable to resist the urge to feel his hot meat in my mouth. I sucked furiously on his erect pole, causing him to grunt and gasp loudly and repeatedly as he thrust his cock into my mouth.
"Oh god," Jerry moaned as his body writhed on the tile bench. "You're gonna make me cum."
I ran my hands over his soft, furry belly and up to his chest, squeezing his thick pecs in my hands and flicking my fingers over his nipples, which made him moan and writhe even harder.
And then I felt his cock pulsing in my mouth, and his warm jizz spurted out onto my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed it down, enjoying the taste of him as he groaned with pleasure.
Jerry let out a long sigh as his intense orgasm subsided, and his body went limp. I sat up and looked at his big body slumped against the wall. I couldn't help thinking that the cum that was warming my belly had just erupted out of a man who was worth hundreds of millions of dollars. But right now he was just a cute, chubby bear who was recovering after receiving a blowjob in a Vegas spa.
"Thanks," he murmured as he fondled his spent cock with his fingers, squeezing out some last drops of his semen.
"I hope this means we're in business," I remarked.
Jerry chuckled. "There's one more thing you can do to seal the deal."
"What's that?"
"I think you need to fuck me in the Roman baths."
I really had no idea how it would be possible to fuck in the Roman baths, since the room was so large and open. I was certain that anything that happened in the baths would be in full view of anyone else in the room.
However, I soon learned that with an experienced guide like Jerry and with a little bit of patience, anything was possible. He led me down the hall to the baths. The pools themselves were in an elevated section of the room, and we climbed the steps and stepped into one of the warm pools for a relaxing soak.
There were a couple of other men in the Roman baths, soaking in one of the hot pools in the back of the room. It didn't seem like they were interested in playing, so Jerry and I just bided our time until we would have the room to ourselves. The swirling jacuzzi bubbles in the warm pool hid the fact that Jerry had his fingers wrapped around my cock, pumping it to keep it hard until I could stick it inside him.
That chance finally came after several minutes, when the two men in the hot pool climbed out, toweled off, and headed off to the other parts of the spa, leaving me and Jerry alone in the Roman baths.
We moved from the warm pool over to another pool towards the back of the room and climbed into it. Since we were alone there, we didn't even hide our erections poking up before us as we walked to the other pool. Jerry pulled me over to the side of the pool, gesturing to a thick column which hid us from view of the entrance to the room. Now I understood. We could play as much as we wanted and still remain hidden behind this column.
Jerry turned his back to me and bent over, eager to have my big cock in him, and I was happy to oblige. I positioned myself behind him and excitedly slid my stiff cock into his ass.
Jerry let out a joyful cry as I entered him and began to fuck him passionately. Even though he had his head poking out from behind the column and could see if anyone was entering the baths, we had to be quick because someone could catch us in the act of fucking in the middle of the spa.
I placed my hands on Jerry's meaty hips and thrust away, plunging my shaft in and out of this thick ass. He obviously loved getting his ass rammed by a big cock, and it was turning him on. He had grabbed his cock, which was fully hard and ready to blow again, and was jerking off vigorously as I fucked him hard.
The sounds of continuously pouring water in the baths disguised the flood of grunts and groans pouring from our mouths as we fucked energetically. It even covered up the scream that Jerry let out as he began to cum for the second time that afternoon.
Jets of his sperm blasted out of his cock and splashed into the pool beneath us, mixing with the swirling, bubbling water. His body quaked as he came, and his ass muscles contracted around my cock.
"Oh fuck!" I cried out as I started to climax, and I emptied my balls into Jerry's waiting ass.
Despite the fact that I'd fucked Will in our hotel room the night before, I felt like I was filling Jerry's ass to the brim as I blasted my load into him.
As our orgasms ended, and we stood there in the pool with my cock inside Jerry's ass, I found myself wondering if I should tell Will how I'd managed to close the deal on funding his new business venture.