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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 65: Shots
June 2018
"Oh fuck, that's a good bear," Matthew the strongman groaned as he steadily thrust his stiff cock in and out of my ass as I was on all fours on the floor of the hot redwood sauna. "I love fucking your soft ass."
I wanted to respond that I loved feeling his big dick ramming repeatedly into my body, his massive, muscled body slamming against my ass with each thrust, but at the moment I couldn't make a sound because my mouth was filled with the cock of his even larger brother Sean, who grunted as he stood before me and eagerly fucked my mouth.
The two Irish strongman brothers were spit roasting me in the sauna of this Florida gym spa as a way of unwinding after a long day of training for the World's Strongest Man competition, which was scheduled to begin in a couple of days, and in which both brothers would be competing. Matthew had fully recovered from his calf injury the previous year, and now both he and Sean were in such prime condition that oddsmakers couldn't decide which one was more likely to win the competition.
I'd flown out to Florida that day to watch them train and make sure they had all they needed from Bare Power. The brothers were excited to see me... until they learned that I had to leave that night.
"You're not going to stay and watch us win this fucker?" Matthew said with disappointment as he finished some basic bicep curls with a 50-pound barbell.
"We were hoping to give you a good fucking afterwards," Sean added. I loved how Sean always announced his intentions.
"Sorry, boys," I replied, "but I gotta fly all the way to Oregon to scout more athletes for Bare Power."
"Well," Matthew declared, "I think we're done for the day. I'm gonna go sweat in the sauna. We can go discuss it there."
That's how I ended up on my hands and knees on the floor of the sauna, with Matthew and Sean fucking me on both ends, eager to dump their loads into me before I had to leave for the airport. I'd heard that athletes usually don't like having sex before a big competition, but the brothers were so horny to drain their balls into me that they didn't care if it affected their athletic performance.
"Fuck me, I'm going to cum," Sean growled as he fucked my mouth with powerful thrusts, sweat pouring down his fuzzy, hyper-muscled body in the intense heat of the sauna. He threw back his head and let out a yell as his body began to shake, and his pulsing cock began to shoot his sweet load into my waiting mouth. I gulped down his sperm as it blasted down my throat.
Seeing his brother's body quaking from his orgasm, Matthew also reached his climax as he humped my ass. Matthew let out a similar yell as his brother as I felt his cock throbbing in my ass, unleashing torrents of his hot semen deep in my guts.
My own cock was so stiff from the sensation of having the two strongman brothers cumming inside me at the same time that I barely had to touch it before I began to cum. My cock pulsed and ejaculated ropes of white semen that splattered across the floor of the sauna.
"Oh, yeah, fuck," Matthew groaned as he felt my ass muscles clamping around his still-throbbing cock, sucking out the last of his sperm.
Our bodies were all drenched with sweat as we came down from our orgasms. I kept Sean's cock in my mouth, suckling on it as we all relaxed.
"Are you sure you can't stay?" Matthew finally asked. "We can do this again after the competition."
I finally pulled my mouth off of Sean's cock so I could answer. "Sorry, I got work to do."
"Okay, watch this," Jon the behemoth shot putter said as he stepped into the throwing circle. The massive muscles in his torso trembled as he brought the 16-pound ball up to his neck and positioned himself to spin his body and heave the shot.
Jon was shirtless, clad only in loose workout shorts and his sneakers, and I was practically salivating as I looked at his incredibly developed, musclebound body. His chest was fuzzy and defined like a bodybuilder, but he had a big, round beer belly that hung over the waistband of his shorts. Technically, he was only a little bit bigger than me, six feet tall and 295 pounds, but to me he looked like a giant.
After getting plowed from both ends by Matthew and Sean in Florida, I'd taken a red eye flight to Oregon to meet up with Jon and other competitors in a track and field world championship that was taking place in a couple of days. After getting the endorsement of multiple strongmen around the world for Bare Power, I was now scouting potential Olympic athletes to sponsor.
Jon was the current American shot put record-holder, and I knew he was gunning for the world record and eventually an Olympic gold medal, which made him my top priority at this event. I made it a point to meet up with him as he practiced for the championship.
I watched Jon as he stood facing me with his legs spread, his back to the stop board and field. With the shot held up to his neck with his right hand, he rocked his body from side to side, his big belly bobbing up and down. Then he spun his body counter-clockwise a couple of times before heaving the shot high into the air... and then stumbling as his foot came down awkwardly on the stop board, causing his entire massive body to tumble to the ground in the cloud of dust.
For a moment I was worried that he'd injured himself, but then I heard him laughing at himself as he rolled around on the ground.
And then Thomas, another shirtless giant who was standing next to me, let out a booming laugh before exclaiming, "You all right, mate?" in an Australian accent. Thomas was the Australian shot put and discus champion, and I'd learned upon arriving in Oregon that he and Jon had become buddies over the years as they crossed paths at competitions. Thomas was a little taller than Jon but about 20 pounds lighter. He had a similar build, with a massive, fuzzy chest, thick, bulky arms, and a soft, furry belly that seemed to invite rubbing.
Besides being incredible specimens of fat yet muscled manhood, Jon and Thomas were also both blessed with very friendly, surprisingly cute faces, and they both had short beards, though Jon kept his neatly trimmed while Thomas' was more of a neckbeard. They could be mistaken for brothers despite being from opposite sides of the world.
"I think that's a foul," Thomas called out, continuing to rib his buddy.
"Fuck you," Jon responded as he got back on his feet and dusted himself off. "That might've been a record if I hadn't tripped."
Thomas laughed and leaned over towards me. "There's your world champion right there."
"Well, how about you?" I asked. "You think you'll ever be world champion?"
Thomas sighed. "Hate to admit this, but probably not as long as Jon's in the game. I've never placed higher than him in competition."
"Hey, you still have a chance in discus," I replied.
Thomas perked up. "That's right."
Jon lumbered up to us. "Hey, you trying to sabotage my chances at a sponsorship?"
"We're just talking about you can't throw a discus worth shit." Thomas laughed as he placed a hand on Jon's chest. I couldn't tell if it was just a friendly, Australian gesture or if it was something else.
Jon chuckled as he swiped Thomas' hand away. "He knows he'll never beat me in shot."
"He was just saying that," I said to him. "Of course, that's why I'm here."
"Cool," Jon said, "why don't we go talk in the van?"
Jon's van was actually an old, used Winnebago camper van that he'd purchased in college and had used to drive himself around to track and field competitions. It was basically a miniature mobile home, and he'd put over a hundred thousand miles on it over the past decade.
There was something very homey about it, though, as Jon opened the back doors to reveal a bed in the back of the van. He climbed onto the bed and sat on it with his legs dangling down as he unwound the white tape wrapped around his wrist.
"I've actually talked about Bare Power sponsorships with some friends of mine," Jon said as he finished unwrapping the tape and tossed it aside.
"Oh really?" I replied. "Who might that be?"
"My buddy Peter, for one," he replied. "You know, he started out in track and field before becoming a strongman."
He was talking about Peter the German strongman.
"And there's Glen, too," Thomas added. "He's a friend even though he's from New Zealand. He told me about you."
Jon and Thomas chuckled over that. So they'd been gossiping about me with at least two of the strongmen who'd gangbanged me the previous year in San Diego.
"So, I'm almost afraid to ask what they've told you," I said.
Jon grinned, his adorable face looking full of mischief but with no hint of malice. "Just that you're very... accommodating."
"Yeah, I would say that's true," I replied. "I try to please."
And that's when I felt Thomas stepping up behind me, almost pressing his big frame up against my back, and I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck. My heart began to beat harder as I felt my cock hardening in my pants. The mood had suddenly turned erotic.
Jon watched with fascination as Thomas reached around me with his meaty, strong hands and moved them up and down my stomach. Thomas slid his hand down and began undoing my pants, then shoved his hand under the waistband of my boxers and caressed my stiffening cock with his rough fingers.
Jon shrugged and pulled on the drawstring of his workout shorts, untying them and then pushing his shorts down his thick thighs. His hard, meaty cock popped up right in front of my face.
My concern that we could be caught having sex in public here in the parking lot next to a practice field was outweighed by my sheer desire to service the cock of this muscle beast and likely future Olympic gold medalist. I leaned forward and gobbled up his hard meat pole, sucking on it with such vigor that Jon let out a surprised, ecstatic grunt.
Seeing how enthusiastically I was blowing his buddy, Thomas wasted no time. He shoved down my pants and boxers to expose my ass, then pulled down his shorts. I felt his erection poking against my ass as he I heard him spitting in his hand and slicking up his cock with it.
With a primal grunt, Thomas pressed his cock against my asshole and shoved it into me with a forceful thrust. If I hadn't literally had two decades of experience being fucked by large dicks, it probably would have been painful, but it just felt like a lightning bolt of pleasure as he plunged into my ass.
Thomas reached down and pulled up my sweatshirt and tee-shirt, pulling them up and off me so that I was basically standing there naked with my pants pushed down around my ankles. And then he began to fuck me violently, grunting and groaning like a beast as he slammed his cock into me over and over. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been fucked so hard. I just knew that I was enjoying it.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Jon moaned, enjoying the sight of his buddy fucking my fat ass like an animal. Or maybe he was just reacting to the sensation of my lips and tongue working his shaft.
Feral sounds escaped from Thomas' mouth as he humped his big, muscled body against my ass, snarls, growls, grunts, and gasps filling the air. He was in such a state of unbridled lust that he couldn't even manage to utter any coherent words, just raw, sexual sounds.
I felt his cock sliding roughly in and out of my ass like a piston, and I wondered if he always fucked this hard. Suddenly, Thomas began to make choking, guttural sounds, and I knew he was on the verge of blowing his load in me.
I felt his hands gripping my hips tightly as he made a quick succession of violent thrusts, pounding his cock into my ass like a jackhammer. Suddenly, he let out a yell, and I felt him throbbing inside me and his cum spurting into my guts. He snarled and cried out like an animal as he came. I wished I could've seen the expression on his face, but I didn't want to take Jon's cock out of my mouth.
Finally, Thomas seemed to be completely drained. He collapsed against my back, pressing his sweaty chest and belly against my back. I felt his hot breath on the back of my neck, only now he began to gently kiss my neck and shoulder.
"Thank you," Thomas whispered, his demeanor docile and almost loving after having filled my ass with his sperm.
Jon then grabbed the sides of my head with his thick hands and pulled my mouth off of his bright red, throbbing cock.
"My turn," he said as he hopped down from his camper van.
"All yours, mate," Thomas said as he stood and pulled his cock out of my ass.
"Thanks for getting him ready for me," Jon replied as he got in position behind me.
And then Jon shoved his slick cock into my ass with even more force than Thomas. I couldn't help letting out a yelp of surprise and delight as he buried his cock in my ass. I cried out in ecstasy as Jon began to thrust his huge, powerful body against my ass, plunging into me with incredible force.
Jon placed his powerful hands on my shoulders as he fucked me. It was probably the only thing that was keeping me on my feet, because he slammed his massively thick body against me with such force that I felt like I was going to be knocked to the ground with each thrust.
I was so turned on by being fucked hard by two champion shot putters that my cock was rock hard, dripping precum onto the ground as it bounced and bobbed each time Jon thrust into me. Thomas must have noticed, because he knelt down in front of me so that he could take my cock into my mouth and begin sucking it hungrily.
My eyes must've rolled back in my head, which was swimming as I had my ass being penetrated by a big, hard cock while my own cock was being caressed by a hot, wet mouth. I felt like my head was going to explode.
And then my cock began to pulse in Thomas' mouth, and he moaned with happiness as I began to spurt my seed into it. He could feel him gulping down my sperm as I continued to shoot.
Jon roared as he felt my ass clenching around his thrusting cock as I came, and then he began to cum, his jizz blasting into my ass, adding to the semen that Thomas had deposited in me earlier. It felt like he was coating my insides with his thick jets of sperm.
I felt Jon's body rear up as he continued to pound his cock into me, shooting more and more ropes of cum deep into me. Finally, as both of our orgasms subsided, he relaxed and stopped thrusting, just standing there with his cock in my ass, breathing deeply.
Thomas chuckled as he continued to suck on my cock, causing it to pulse a couple more times and spurt out more of my semen onto his tongue.
"So do all shot putters fuck like that?" I asked, just starting to catch my breath.
Jon leaned over so that could see his face as he grinned at me slyly. "I don't know," he said, "but I get the feeling that you'd like to find out."