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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 18: Basher
July 2002
It was a balmy Sunday night in mid-July. It'd been a little over a year since I'd moved to Los Angeles, and I'd just spent the weekend hanging out with my roommate Gabe, who'd had that rare weekend where he didn't have to work at the coffee shop or go to the comedy theater.
On Saturday we'd gone to Santa Monica Beach, where Gabe finally convinced me to go out in public in broad daylight clad in swim trunks. I felt better about it when I learned that Gabe's beach attire was a pair of neon green speedos that left very little to the imagination. There we were, two nearly naked bears, frolicking in the sand and surf under the blazing sun among the thousands of families and tourists.
We were so giddy when we returned to our apartment that we went straight to Gabe's bedroom, where he sucked my cock until I came down his throat. He then fucked me passionately on his bed, after which we cuddled for a full hour before showering and grabbing dinner together at a brewpub.
Gabe and I spent Sunday at the movie theater and then at the local hamburger stand, where we each managed to demolish four burgers. It was there that I got the phone call from my boss Kirk asking if I could come to his place that evening to help him with the screenplay he was working on. Of course, I wondered why he just couldn't wait until the next morning, when I was going to his house to begin the workweek, anyway. However, I knew not to question Kirk's requests, and he promised that it'd be fun.
Kirk also said I should wear loose clothing, which he knew was a tough thing to ask big guys like us. Fortunately, I happened to live with an even bigger guy, and I asked Gabe if I could borrow some of his gym clothes.
And that's how I ended up walking up to Kirk's door at 8:00 that night wearing a worn XXXL tee-shirt and a pair of frayed black sweatpants. I rang the doorbell, but no one came to the door. That's when I noticed that all the lights inside were off, as if no one were home. I peered into one of the windows next to the door and was baffled to see absolutely no signs of life inside.
Having worked for Kirk for over half a year, I had a key to his house in case of emergencies, so I unlocked the door and went in, finding myself in the uncomfortably dark and silent foyer.
"Kirk?" I called out. "You here?"
And that's when I felt something cold and hard pressing against my neck.
"Don't say a fucking word," a gruff voice growled in my ear as the door slammed shut.
"What the fuck?" I couldn't help exclaiming.
"What the fuck did I just say?" the mystery man barked, pressing the cold object harder against my neck. That's when I realized that it was the barrel of a gun.
And that's when I also realized that the mystery man was not actually a mystery. Because from his gruff Southern accent, I immediately knew that it was Kirk.
"Kirk?" I tried hard not to chuckle.
"Shut up!" he yelled angrily, then suddenly lowered his voice. "Just play along. I'm trying something out."
Well, this was a kinky turn to our work relationship, I thought to myself. In all our months of working together and fucking, Kirk had never shown any interest in roleplaying. Okay, I thought to myself, I'll go with the flow.
"Who are you? What's going on?" I said, trying my best to sound scared.
"I told you to shut up!" Kirk (okay, the assailant) snarled, pulling a piece of cloth out his pocket and gagging my mouth with it. He really seemed to be taking this seriously. He then whispered menacingly into my ear. "Okay, this is what's gonna happen. I'm gonna rape your ass, and you're gonna like it."
Playing along, I tried to yell, "No!" though it came out as a pathetic muffled cry through my gag.
The assailant and soon-to-be rapist pressed the end of his gun into my back, grabbed the back of my neck with his other large, fat hand, and pushed me towards what I knew to be Kirk's living room. "Get in there!"
He pushed me with real force, and I stumbled forwards into the dark room. In the dark, I collided with the back of the sofa where Kirk and I sometimes sat to watch movies for research on the then-impressive 36-inch TV. The sofa had a low back, and my assailant bent me over it.
"Yeah, I'm gonna fuck you right here, you fat fuck." He yanked down the sweatpants that I'd borrowed from Gabe, exposing my ass to him.
I loved getting fucked by Kirk, and having been loosened up by Gabe's massive rod the day before, I knew that this wouldn't be painful at all. However, I decided to put on a good show. I squealed and squirmed as if I was trying to make an escape. But the man pressed his gun against my head.
"Don't even try it, you pathetic fuck," he growled, "unless you want a bullet in your head." He pulled down his pants, and I felt the dripping head of his erection poking against my ass. "Besides, I think you're gonna enjoy this. I know I will."
He suddenly shoved his cock into my ass with such force that it did actually make me scream through my gag. It probably sounded like I was in pain, but it was more of a cry of surprise and pleasure.
The rapist began fucking my ass with unbridled fury, probably thinking that he needed to finish quickly and make his escape. "Yeah, take it," he grunted as he pounded away at me. I cried and groaned as if I were in agony. He clamped a rough hand over my mouth. "Yeah, cry all you want, bitch. No one can hear you. You ain't gonna walk right for a month after this."
Despite the scenario, I couldn't help getting a full-on boner, which was now rubbing against the soft surface of the sofa. I found myself wondering if Kirk would be mad if I got semen stains on his sofa.
Turns out there wasn't enough time for me to rub out my own load, because soon Kirk was really to blast his sperm into me. "Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna fill your ass. Here it comes, fucker." As he neared his orgasm, his Southern accent became more pronounced, making him sound like a degenerate hillbilly.
Snarling like a vicious animal, he pushed his pulsing shaft all the way into my ass and unleashed his load, shooting thick jets of hot jizz deep into my body. I cried into his hand, still clamped firmly over my mouth. He shuddered against me, letting out heavy sighs as he pressed his forehead against my back.
Kirk finally took a few deep breaths and relaxed his hand over my mouth. He slowly pulled the cloth gag out of my mouth. "Fuck, thanks for that," he sighed as he gently pulled his cock out of my ass and wiped the cum dripping out of my asshole with the cloth that he'd used to gag my mouth.
I turned to him, my cock still stiff, the head glistening in the dark from precum. "Somehow I get the feeling you've given up on writing that romantic comedy."
Kirk grinned and held up the prop gun that he's used in his mock assault. He suddenly looked and sounded a bit giddy. "Yeah, fuck that. I've got a new idea."
He proceeded to tell me about his idea for a new script called BASHER. It was dark, gritty, edgy, violent, and very gay. And in the end, kind of romantic. It centered on a huge monster of a man named Basher who works as a henchman and debt collector for an organized crime boss in a big city. He tries to reconcile his brutal work with his identity as an out gay man whom no one dares to mock for fear of getting a vicious beating. He sees himself as totally unsuited for romance, only able to get his rocks off in sex clubs and leather bars. That is, until he comes to the rescue of a beautiful young twink named Percy who's being attacked in an alley by a pair of gay-bashers. Basher beats one of the attackers unconscious, then brutally fucks the other musclebound thug at gunpoint.
Both horrified and intrigued by his rescuer, Percy follows Basher around like a puppy, and the two eventually fall in love. After the two of them become embroiled in a violent war between two criminal organizations, Basher has to choose between the violent life he's always known and an uncertain but peaceful romantic future with Percy. In the end, Basher spends one last night with Percy before leaving him asleep in bed and walking off to resume his life of crime, but after realizing that he's never thought he deserved to be loved, he turns around and returns to Percy and a new life.
"So, what do you think?" Kirk asked, still sounding giddy and excited.
"It sounds amazing," I answered. "You just came up with this?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I've spend the weekend outlining it. But I needed to see if I could get into the mindset of Basher. I mean, really get into mind of a brutal animal of a man."
Now I understood. Kirk needed to see if he could think like a brute who'd think nothing of just viciously raping another dude.
"Well, you could've just asked me what it's like," I said. "I mean, you've read my stories, so you know what I've done." I was sure that he remembered that I'd been raped by a gang of highway patrolmen back in Texas when I was in high school, and then in college I'd raped my abusive, homophobic pledge educator Lorne and also raped one of the cops who'd assaulted me.
"Yeah," Kirk replied, "but you're such friendly guy. I could never see you like the monster that I need Basher to be." He then reached down and wrapped his fingers around my stiff erection, rubbing it. "But you like the story?"
"Hell yeah," I replied. "I don't think I've ever heard a gay story like it." I chuckled, thinking that Troy the producer was still expecting Kirk to deliver a gay romantic comedy script. "You should just write it and submit it to Troy without telling him that you changed your idea."
Kirk laughed. "I definitely should. Which reminds me, Troy called to let me know that they're screening a cut of CUB for us next week and then submitting it to Sundance."
"That's awesome. Congratulations."
"Thanks," Kirk said, sounding humble and bashful and looking totally adorable despite having just roleplayed as a gun-wielding rapist. "Okay, turnabout's fair play."
"What do you mean?" I was confused.
"More research for Basher," he replied. "I've never been raped or even forcefully fucked. I want you to fuck me. Hard. Like you're raping my ass."
My eyes widened. I'd never fucked Kirk. He'd read all my stories, so he knew that I was truly versatile, just as happy fucking an ass as being fucked in the ass, but up until now we'd had a relationship where he was exclusively the top and I was exclusively the bottom. Now he was asking me to give him a brutal ass-fucking.
I couldn't think of anything clever to say. "Okay, then." I smiled as I lubed up my cock. "When was the last time you got fucked?"
"Honestly?" Kirk looked like he had to think as he bent over the sofa, presenting his big, pale ass to me. "Not since I left Alabama. Maybe five years? But don't think you need to take it easy on me. Just-- AHHH!"
He screamed as I pushed my cock into his ass without warning and started fucking his ass without mercy.
"You okay?" I asked him through gritted teeth. I was a little concerned by the anguished cries emanating from his mouth, but I didn't let up on my thrusting.
"Yessss," Kirk hissed through his own gritted teeth. "Fuck me, Sloan. Fuck me like an animal."
I gripped him by his wide hips and hammered my stiff pole into his body. He grunted and squealed like a hog.
"Yeah," I grunted, "you're my fat little pig. Squeal, little piggy."
"Fuck, yes, I'm your pig," Kirk growled, loving the dirty talk. "Tear my ass up."
"I'm gonna shoot my load into you," I huffed. "I'm gonna coat your insides with my hot cum."
"Yeah, shoot it in me. Do it!"
I humped Kirk's ass like a jackrabbit, pummeling his asshole with my thick shaft as I neared my orgasm.
"Yeah, here it comes, piggy!" I growled as my cock pulsated in his ass, and I shot my cum into him.
Kirk moaned, feeling the warm liquid flooding his bowels. I could tell he'd missed the sensation of a man cumming inside of him. I slowed down, my forceful thrusts becoming gentle and loving as I pumped out the last spurts of my sperm into him.
"How was that?" I asked. "Did you get what you needed for the script?"
"I dunno," Kirk sighed. "I think we may need to do that a few more times."
"Happy to help you with your research," I replied.