"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: http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/sloan-cosgrove/
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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear" by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 2: Daddy (warning: contains scenes of incest)
June 2001
It was the night before my college graduation ceremony at Southern Texas University, and all my belongings were packed into boxes piled in the corner of my room on the third floor of the Delt House, the fraternity house where I'd lived for nearly three years.
You'd think that all would be quiet on a night when the only people in the house should have been graduating seniors who, after tomorrow's graduation ceremony in the university's stadium, would be scattering to all corners of the country to begin their adult lives.
But you'd be wrong.
To start with, there was the sound of my bed creaking and straining under the weight of nearly 900 pounds of frat bro meat. That was because I was sandwiched between two of my fraternity brothers, engaged in a sweaty three-way pounding session.
I was repeatedly ramming my stiff 8 1/2-inch cock into the ass of Billy Grissom, my pudgy, goateed Southern frat brother from Alabama who was almost always seen dressed like a preppie in slacks and an ironed dress shirt and tie. At this moment, though, he was completely naked, sweat dripping off his doughy, fuzzy body. He was on all fours on my bed as I fucked him doggy style, my hands clamped on either side of his ample waist.
Meanwhile, I was being plowed from behind by musclebound, clean-shaven and smooth-bodied behemoth Parker, a former offensive lineman on the football team, which I'd quit during my sophomore year to get away from the homophobic coach. The only thing he was wearing as he pounded away at my ass with his gigantic cock were his signature wire-framed glasses. Parker was the quietest and most composed brother in the Delt House, and so not surprisingly he was almost completely silent as he pummeled my ass.
I, on the other hand, was grunting like a hog each time Parker thrust his hips, smoothly slipping his slick erection into my hungry ass. And Billy... he was practically squealing each time I buried my cock in his bowels.
I reached under Billy's body and found that his own hard dick was dripping with strands of precum. I wrapped my rough fingers around his shaft and started pumping it rapidly. His squeals of pleasure turned into sharp, ragged breaths, and within seconds I felt his sphincter contracting around my thrusting cock as he shot his load onto my bed beneath him.
The sensation of his asshole sucking on my cock triggered my own explosive orgasm, and my spasming dick shot jet after jet of hot sperm deep into Billy's body as I let loose with a deafening, animalistic roar.
My own ass muscles squeezed Parker's pumping cock, and he suddenly let out a totally uncharacteristic cry as he came, squirting his hot load into my ass. His massive body shuddered for several seconds before collapsing onto my back, causing me to fall forward onto Billy's sweaty, furry back. Billy let his body collapse onto my bed.
So there we lay, me sandwiched between Billy and Parker, my cock still buried in Billy's ass and Parker's cock buried in mine, our heaving bodies glistening with sweat.
"Fuck, I'm gonna miss this," I groaned, suddenly overwhelmed with melancholy.
Billy whimpered beneath me as I kissed his neck. I'd actually been his pledge educator when he was a freshman pledge, so he still had another year left of school. He lived nearby, so even though he wasn't a graduating senior, he'd dropped by tonight to get one last ass-reaming from me.
"Me, too," Parker sighed. He'd been one of my fellow pledges my freshman year, and a couple of months before tonight, he'd been drafted in the seventh round of the NFL draft. He had a bright future in pro-football ahead of him, and I felt lucky to receive one more load of his cum before he went off to begin his career. He probably wouldn't be doing a lot of ass-fucking in the NFL, especially since he was technically straight.
Just as my breathing had returned to normal, my door suddenly swung open, and our fraternity chapter president Fozzie burst into the room.
"I really should remember to lock that door," I groaned.
"Sorry, Big Daddy," Fozzie said, his bearded face lighting up when he saw the pile of naked bear bodies on my bed, "but your Dad's downstairs!"
"Oh, fuck!" I practically threw Parker's massive body off me as I sat up and pulled my cock out of Billy's ass, leaving a trail of leaking cum across one of his large buttocks.
My Dad had driven 6 hours to attend my graduation, and he was planning to spend the night in my room at the Delt House so he wouldn't have to blow money on a hotel, but I hadn't been expecting him for a few more hours.
"I guess we should get dressed," Billy remarked as he rolled over and grinned sheepishly at me.
"I think you need a little cleaning off first." I leaned down and took his softening cock in my mouth, sucking out any remaining cum. I then looked up at Fozzie, who was grinning. "Tell my Dad I'll be down in a few minutes."
As I lumbered down the Delt House stairs, I saw that my Dad was standing in the foyer surrounded by a half-dozen of my frat brothers, including rugby player Bruce, wrestler Shaun, and football players Nick Baxter and Buckey. They seemed to be in the middle of interrogating my Dad about my childhood.
"So Mr. Cosgrove," Nick asked. "Was Big Daddy-- uh, I mean Sloan-- was he always a big kid?"
My Dad chuckled. "I told you, Nick, call me Jared." He nodded. "And yes, Sloan's been big since birth. He was bigger than me by the time he was fifteen, if you can believe it."
The other guys all laughed because Dad was pretty hefty himself, a former weightlifter who pretty much maintained a 260-pound frame for his entire adult life. He was 49, and his salt-and-pepper hair was on its way to turning completely silver, but he was even more handsome than when I'd left for college, especially with his clean-shaven square jaw, which gave him the profile of a pug-nosed general in an old war movie.
Okay, I had to admit it... my Dad was a hot daddy bear.
A wide smile stretched across his face as he saw me coming down the stairs, dressed in a ratty XXXL tee-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "There's my boy."
"Hey, Dad," I said as he gave me a big hug, my body still sweaty. "Sorry, I need to shower."
"You mind if I jump in the shower first?" he asked. "I've been on the road all afternoon."
"Sure thing." I picked up his small suitcase.
"Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Cosgrove," Bruce said. "We all really love Sloan here."
"Jared. Call me Jared. That's nice to hear, Bruce." My Dad took a deep breath. "Well, good to finally meet you guys. Shaun, Buckey, Jed..."
That was weird, I thought. Dad was usually bad with names. You have to understand, I grew up seeing my Dad as a sad, timid man, a single father whose wife had left him suddenly, saddling him with an awkward, fat son whom he soon learned was also gay. He'd been a very cautious and hesitant father, but I knew it was because he loved me and was just trying to protect me, even if he could come off as a little cold.
He'd seemed even sadder during the past year, after the women he'd been dating for a few months had suddenly ended the relationship. Since then, every time I spoke to him on the phone, he always sounded a little forlorn. So it warmed my heart to see him being so friendly and congenial with my frat brothers.
"Come on, Dad," I said. "I'm on the third floor."
"Your Dad's cool," Nick remarked as I pulled off my tee-shirt and sweatpants, stripping down to my boxers in my room.
My Dad was down the hall taking a shower, and I was waiting for him to finish so I could take my turn. In the meantime, a few Delts were keeping me company, including Fozzie, Shaun, and Billy, chatting with me about my Dad.
"Does he know...?" Billy asked, now showered and fully dressed after I'd cum in his ass about an hour earlier.
"That I'm gay?" I laughed. "Of course he does. He's known since I was in middle school." Then I grinned. "Though I don't think he has any idea what I've done with all you guys."
Everyone chuckled, then jolted to attention as my Dad ambled through the door, a towel wrapped around his thick waist but otherwise completely naked and still damp from his shower.
"Shower's all yours, Sloan," he said, raising an eyebrow when he saw me standing in my boxers surrounded by my frat bros. "See you in the morning, Fozzie, Billy..." He said his goodnights to my buddies as they filed out of my room and closed the door behind them.
"Good night, guys," I called out.
As soon as they were gone, my Dad slapped his round belly with both hands and grinned amiably. "I really needed that. You really have great water pressure here!"
"Yeah, I like the showers here," I replied hesitantly. Dad wasn't usually one for small talk. He went over to his suitcase on my bed and rummaged through it. "Hey, Dad?"
"Yeah?" He found a pair of clean boxers and held them up.
"How'd you know all my friends' names? I don't think I ever told you about them."
Dad froze, and I could see his neck stiffen, as if I'd just brought up a touchy subject. He sighed, then sat on the edge of the bed and cocked his head to signal that I should sit, too. I sat next to him on the bed and found myself glancing down at his furry barrel chest and big, soft stomach, both of which I'd inherited from him.
"There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about, son," he said, taking a dramatic pause to work up his courage. "Okay, here goes. I've read all your stories, okay? I know everything you did growing up."
I was taken completely aback. "H-how?" I stammered.
Dad chuckled in disbelief. "What, you didn't think I'd search your name online every now and then to see what you were up to? I'm your Dad. Of course I wanted to check up on you. And then I saw when you started publishing your stories online a few months ago. I mean, you didn't even use a fake name." Anger seemed to be rising in his voice, but then he suddenly became sad.
"I..." I had no idea what to say. "I'm sorry, Dad. I never meant for you to see those."
"And Cliff..." As he uttered the name of his best friend from college, he looked down at the floor, ashamed. "Cliff did those things to you. And then he told you about what WE did in school."
"No, Dad," I said, instinctively reaching out and placing a hand on his bare, broad shoulder. "I wanted to do those things with Cliff. I learned a lot from him."
"Why... why didn't you tell me?" Dad looked up into my eyes.
"Because I..." I hesitated, then decided to just speak the truth. "Because when Cliff told me those stories about you... They really turned me on. And it just felt wrong. To feel that way about you."
Dad smiled and nodded. "It's okay, son." He sighed heavily. "I have to admit something. I've read your stories a lot. I've read them so many times I feel like I personally know all the men you've written about. That's how I recognized all your friends, just from your descriptions of them. And..." He took a deep breath. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't find your stories... arousing. I even..."
He looked down again guiltily, and I could see that he was gazing at a growing bulge beneath his towel. I finally understood. He'd jerked off to my stories of having hot, dirty sex with dozens of burly men over the years. The story of me having Cliff's and Bryan's big cocks in my ass at the same time had probably rekindled sexual thoughts of his college buddy.
I started to feel light-headed as I realized that something was about to happen. That my Dad wanted something to happen. I slowly reached down and tugged on his towel, untucking it from around his waist to reveal his rock-hard, purplish 7-inch erection poking straight up from a thick bush. I'd seen my Dad naked a hundred times growing up, but I'd never seen him aroused and fully hard like this. I brushed my fingers over his swollen cockhead, and his cock twitched, a clear pearl of precum beading at the tip.
"Sloan..." he whispered as I slid to my knees on the floor before him. "You shouldn't..."
"I love you, Dad," I just uttered quietly, then I leaned forward and gently took his cock into my warm mouth. I slowly slid all the way down the length of it until my face was buried in the coarse hair at its base. I contracted the muscles in the back of my throat, massaging the head of his cock with them.
Dad let out a long groan as he closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I started to move my head up and down, slowly sliding his cock in and out of my mouth.
I couldn't believe this was happening. I was blowing my own father, the man who'd single-handedly raised me, loved me, protected me. I knew I shouldn't be doing it, but at the moment it felt like I never wanted anything more in my life than to be caressing my Dad's stiff penis with my mouth. I wanted to bring him ultimate pleasure.
I ran my hands up his furry torso, over his round belly and barrel chest, squeezing his big pecs with my meaty hands, then gripping his thick arms, tight and tense as he started thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth.
Dad was moaning loudly as I increased the pace of my mouth on his swelling cock. "Oh, son... fuck..."
I kept bobbing my head furiously on his dick, the sucking sounds growing louder and louder. I wanted it. I wanted to fill my mouth and belly with my Dad's cum, and nothing was going to stop me.
"Oh god," Dad groaned as he opened his eyes and looked down at his engorged cock sliding in and out in my mouth. "Sloan, you're going to make me cum... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum in my son's mouth." He squeezed his eyes shut and cried out, "Ugh...!"
He heaved his body up, plunging his cock to the back of my throat, and I felt his cock pulse in my mouth, flooding my mouth with blasts of hot sperm. His body twisted and writhed as he spewed shot after shot of thick cum, which I swallowed greedily.
Finally, my Dad let out loud groan as he laid back on my bed, his big stomach swelling and deflating with deep, satisfied breaths. I didn't want to take his cock out of my mouth, wanting to suck every last bit of cum from it.
Dad's body finally heaved as he started to giggle. His spent cock was sensitive after his intense orgasm, and my continued sucking was causing him discomfort. "Sloan... stop," he groaned, tapping my shoulder.
I finally pulled my mouth off his crotch and looked up at him. "Sorry, Dad."
He smiled and sat up. "Thanks, son. It's been so long since anyone's done that for me." I stood and started to turn away from him, but he reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Wait."
He'd noticed that my own hard-on was forming a tent in my boxers. He reached up, hooked his thumbs over my waistband, and pulled down my boxers, staring in fascination as my hard cock sprang to attention in front of his face.
"I haven't seen you naked since you were in grade school," he said in wonderment. "I had no idea..."
He took my throbbing cock in between his thumb and fingers and ran them delicately up and down my shaft, causing me to shiver and moan.
He looked up at the ecstatic expression on my face and smiled, opening his mouth wide. And with that, he leaned forward and enveloped the head of my cock with his lips. I gasped, both in pleasure and shock. "Oh fuck, Dad..."
He took about four inches of my cock into his mouth, which was about the most that a first-time cocksucker like him could be expected to fit. He was unable to perform a proper blowjob. Instead, he just held those four inches of my thick cock in his mouth, sucking on it desperately as if he were slurping a thick milkshake through a straw.
It was enough. Just the intense thought that my own Dad was sucking my dick sent me barreling towards a climax. Before I could even give him a warning, my legs began to buckle, and I started pumping globs of my hot jizz into my Dad's waiting, hungry mouth. It had taken less than a minute.
"Uhhhh..." I groaned as I came down from my orgasm.
I heard gulping sounds as he swallowed my load, which only made my cock twitch more in his mouth, spurting a few more drops of cum down his throat.
Dad finally pulled my softening cock out of his mouth and smiled warmly at me. He grabbed my wrist again and pulled me towards him as he laid back on the bed.
"I still need to shower," I protested.
"It can wait, son," Dad replied.
I laid down on top of him, my head resting on his hairy, sweaty chest. As I lazily licked his thick pec and hard nipple, I ran a hand over his big, soft, furry belly. He wrapped his strong arms, those arms thick from decades of construction and contractor work, around my even bigger body.
"I love you, Sloan," he murmured, letting out a long sigh as he gently ran his fingers through my hair.
And as we lay there, our damp, naked bodies pressed together, I, a 22-year-old, 300-pound man, suddenly felt like a small child again.