"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 68: Coming Home
April 2019
Cliff, my father's best friend since college, was crying on the other end of the phone call. "Sloan... it's your Dad. He..."
I'd just gotten home from my debauched 40th birthday weekend in Vegas, and seconds after I'd stepped into my apartment, my phone had rung. And from Cliff's tearful first words on the call, I knew why he was calling. My father was dead.
I wanted to end the call as soon as I could, before Cliff could hear me breaking down.
"I'm coming home," I declared, trying to sound as resolute as I could, before hanging up and sitting on the floor of my apartment.
I ended up sitting there for a full hour, my eyes filled with tears as I tried to conjure images of my Dad in my head. It was as if I was afraid I'd forget what he looked like.
What finally shook me out of my stupor was a phone call from Reggie, who called to make sure I'd made it home safely from Vegas. I told him about my Dad and that I needed to book a flight home.
"You gonna be okay?" Reggie asked with genuine concern. "Tell me what you need me to do." He was a true friend and not just a co-worker and fuck buddy.
"Yeah," I replied. "I need you to cover for me at work."
"Sure. I'll tell Gavin. You don't have to worry about a thing."
"He looks like he's just sleeping," I said as I gazed at my Dad lying in his casket in the viewing parlor of the funeral home.
Cliff placed a hand on my shoulder. His grip was strong, but his hand was trembling. "He seemed really happy the past few months. I think he was just so proud of you and how well your life was going out in L.A."
"I should've visited him more." I really regretted not making more of an effort to make regular trips back home or flying my Dad out to California.
"He knew you were busy," Cliff said. "You've made a whole life for yourself there."
It was Tuesday, just two days after Cliff had found Dad's body sitting peacefully in his living room recliner. Yesterday, I had taken an early morning flight from Los Angeles to Austin and then rented a Chevy Malibu for the drive to my hometown of Cicero, Texas.
Cliff had met me at Dad's house, which I guess was technically now my house, the house where I'd grown up. After squeezing me in a big bearhug and then giving me the keys to the house, Cliff then left me alone to settle in and get ready for the busy next couple of days. I had to meet with a lawyer about Dad's estate, what little of it there was, close out Dad's various bank and credit card accounts, and even work on writing his obituary. Now I was meeting up with Cliff at the funeral home to see Dad's body and making funeral arrangements.
The first thing I did upon arriving was to make phone calls to my old high school buddies Bobby and Tony to let them know that I'd arrived. They'd heard about Dad's death, and they wanted to know when they could come see me. I told them I'd probably be too busy to spend any time with them until after the funeral on Thursday, but that afterwards I could use their help with getting Dad's house ready to sell.
In the days leading up to the funeral, it was basically just me and Cliff going around Cicero, taking care of Dad's affairs. Being Dad's best friend for more than twenty-five years, Cliff probably knew Dad and the details of his life better than I did, especially in the last few years. However, Cliff barely said a word to me as we took care of business, his large, burly frame often hunched so far over that he looked like a little child. I could tell that he was deep in mourning, and talking about Dad would probably trigger a flood of memories and tears.
By Wednesday night, the night before the funeral, we'd finally checked everything off the list of tasks that needed to be done before the funeral, and we celebrated... well, celebrated isn't quite the right word... rather, we decompressed with a lowkey dinner at the local Applebee's.
"Is there anything of Dad's that you want?" I asked as we drove back to Dad's house, where Cliff had his pickup truck parked.
Cliff sighed sadly from the passenger seat. "I know this probably sounds morbid, but if it's not too much to ask, I'd like Jared's recliner."
I didn't say anything at first, a bit thrown by the weird request. That recliner was where Cliff had discovered the body of his lifelong best friend. But he must've had his reason for wanting it.
"Uh, yeah, sure," I finally answered. "But do you mind if I ask why? I'd think it'd just give you bad thoughts."
Surprisingly, Cliff chuckled. "No, not at all. I only have the best memories of that recliner."
I shrugged. "Yeah, I can help you load it into your pickup."
"Jared always looked happy sitting there," Cliff said as we stood in front of Dad's old recliner back at the house. "This is going to sound strange, but even when I found him here, he looked happy."
Then, as if a dam had finally burst, Cliff began to sob. It was like all of his grief and regret over his friendship with Dad had finally hit him. I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his hefty body as he buried his bearded face in my shoulder and cried into it.
"I loved him, Sloan," he said in a choked voice, "I really loved him."
"I know," I replied, though I really didn't know how much Cliff had desired my Dad.
Cliff then lifted his head off my shoulder and gazed at me with tear-filled eyes. And then he pressed his mouth against mine, and we began to kiss. It was more of a comforting act than a passionate one, even though it grew more intense and hungry as our tongues pressed into each other's mouths.
Finally, Cliff pulled his mouth away from mine. "He let me kiss him like that once," he admitted sadly.
"I think he loved you, too," I replied.
Cliff took a deep, cleansing breath. "Did he tell you?"
I had no idea. "Tell me what?"
Cliff gently pushed me towards Dad's recliner. "Here, sit down."
I hesitated, but then obliged and sat down. I looked up at Cliff standing over me.
"I can see why Dad liked this," I said. "It IS comfortable."
Cliff smiled. "You look so much like him sitting there." He then sank to his knees before me. "And then there's this." He reached over with his large, bearpaw-like hands and began undoing my pants. "We did this right here almost every week for the past fifteen years."
My eyes widened from this revelation as Cliff yanked down my pants. My cock quickly hardened as he massaged it with his fingers.
"I loved sucking the cum out of him," he murmured before wrapping his lips around the head of my cock and sliding them down my shaft.
I groaned as I felt his tongue swirling around the surface of my cock as he slid it in and out of his mouth. Even though my cock was significantly bigger than my father's, I could tell from the way that he was lovingly sucking on it that he was fantasizing that he was pleasuring my Dad one last time.
I looked at Cliff's head of gray hair bobbing up and down over my cock, thinking back to that hot summer day more than twenty years ago, when I'd learned that Dad's best friend was gay. My mind swirled as I thought about everything that had happened in my life since then. All of the men I'd had sex with, all of my wild adventures all over the country and even overseas. Now, it all came back to the town and the house where I'd grown up, with the man who'd given me one of those early experiences.
I moaned as I felt my orgasm building. I hadn't cum in several days, not since Vegas, so I knew this was going to be an especially intense climax.
"Oh fuck, Cliff, I'm cumming," I groaned as my body began to tremble.
Cliff moaned, bobbing his head up and down on my cock even faster, applying powerful suction to my shaft.
And then I squeezed his shoulder with my hand and I cried out as my body was rocked by waves of ecstasy. My cock pulsed in Cliff's mouth and began blasting thick ropes of sperm straight down his throat. Cliff continued to moan with happiness as he gulped down my jizz.
I sighed as my climax subsided, and I pumped a few more spurts of cum into Cliff's mouth. When he'd finally sucked out all the sperm from my cock, he sat back and looked up at me, his eyes glistening with tears.
"You sounded just like him when you came," he said sadly.
Even though I was still coming down from my orgasm, I wanted to hear more about this secret sex life that my Dad had with Cliff.
"Did you ever fuck?" I asked.
Cliff shook his head. "No, it wasn't like that between us. I just wanted to make him feel good."
"But you wanted to," I replied. I could tell that Cliff had regrets about all the things left undone with my Dad.
Cliff hesitated before nodding. "Your dad... I thought he was the most handsome man I've ever known."
I leaned forward and gave Cliff a loving kiss as I reached down and began undressing him. I pulled off his sweatshirt and tee-shirt to bare his massive, burly torso, covered in gray fur. Cliff then stood and undid his pants, pushing them down and stepping out of them to reveal his thick, strong legs and his hard erection.
I pushed my own pants completely off and continued stripping off my clothes until I was sitting in my Dad's recliner completely naked. I looked up at Cliff's huge, nude body looming over me. I might have felt threatened by the sight if it weren't for the look of deep affection in his eyes.
I scooted my body forward on the recliner and lifted up my legs to expose my asshole to Cliff. "Fuck me, Cliff. Fuck my like you would have fucked my Dad."
Cliff nodded and got down on his knees as he lubed up his cock. Soon, I had my legs resting on his shoulders as he guided the head of his dick to my ass. He looked me dead in the eyes as he pushed his cock into me and slowly slid into my body for the first time in eighteen years, since that night he and my Dad had double-fucked my ass.
"Thank you," he murmured as he started to thrust his hips, sliding his thick slab of meat in and out of my body.
I gazed at Cliff's big, stocky, furry musclebear body humping as he pounded his cock into me. I'd literally known this man since I was a toddler, when he'd let me play in his lap when he came over to visit my Dad. He was like the uncle I never had.
But now we were just two grown men passionately fucking. I ran my hands across Cliff's furry chest and belly, which were becoming damp with sweat. He closed his eyes as he continued pounding my ass, and I knew he was fantasizing that he was fucking my Dad's ass.
"Oh god, Jared," Cliff whimpered, "I love you so much."
"I love you, too, Cliff," I groaned, enjoying the feeling of his thick shaft penetrating me over and over.
His eyes still squeezed shut, Cliff leaned forward and kissed me hungrily as he thrust into me with more force and intensity. I ran my hands up and down his sweaty, hairy back, scratching it with my fingernails.
"I'm getting close," he moaned even as he still had his mouth pressed against mine.
"Yeah, cum inside me," I panted. "Shoot your load in me."
Cliff growled as his body began to shake. "Oh fuck, Jared!" he suddenly cried out, and I felt his shaft begin to throb in my ass.
Then I felt the hot fluid shooting from Cliff's cock and coating my insides. It was obvious that he hadn't cum in days, either, and he whimpered as he continued to ejaculate one powerful blast of sperm after another deep into my guts.
His body quaked as it collapsed forward onto me. He rested his head on my chest as he kept cumming inside me. By the time he stopped shaking, and he'd pumped the last of his jizz into me, I could tell that he was quietly sobbing as he had his ear pressed against my chest, listening to my heartbeat.
We stayed that way, with his head on my chest and his cock buried in my ass, for what seemed like several minutes. My mind was racing with thoughts as we held each other. I was starting to formulate a wild idea in my head.
Cliff was finally able to stop the flow of his tears, and he lifted his head up and looked up at me.
"I'm sorry," he said. "That was probably weird, me saying your dad's name."
"No, not at all," I replied as I stroked his hair. "I loved him, too."
"I'm going to miss him so much."
The wild thought I had was crystallizing in my head, and I decided to finally let it out. "Cliff, you still live in your apartment on Thompson, right?" I remembered visiting his one-bedroom apartment in a building that was already run down back when I was still living in Cicero.
"Yeah," he replied. "Why?"
"I was thinking. I'm dreading the whole process of selling this place. Would it be too much if I just give you the house?"
Cliff lifted himself off me until he was kneeling in front of me again, his cock still buried in my ass. He had an astonished look on his face. "What do you mean? This is your house now."
"It was my Dad's house. And I'm pretty sure he'd want you to have it." I didn't say it, but I wanted Cliff to have that connection to my Dad for the rest of his life. "I want you to have it."
Cliff was dumbfounded, unable to say anything. And then his eyes began to fill with tears. "Thank you, Sloan."
"No, thank you, Cliff," I replied. "For taking care of my Dad all these years."
I then felt Cliff's cock twitch in my ass as it began to swell and harden again. He raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised by his readiness to fuck again.
"Thank you," he said again as he began to thrust into my ass again. "Thank you."