"Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear" is a 45- chapter novel in which a certain bearish college football player/ frat boy recalls his many sexual adventures and encounters.
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"Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear" by fratbear (fratbear@excite.com)
Chapter 15: Plowing
I went into the summer after high school determined to make a few changes in my life, to prepare myself for a world where I wouldn't be able to depend on my dad for emotional and financial support every day. Part of this new-found self-reliance involved, believe it or not, finding a job. And, true to form, I let my dad take care of that, too.
"You don't seem to have any problem with outdoor manual labor," he mentioned off-handedly to me the day after I had gotten back from my Galveston beach trip. It was a statement, not a question.
"Not in principle," I replied.
"Good, then." He proceeded to tell me that a buddy of his named Cliff was running a small landscaping business and needed an extra hand for the summer. Mostly mowing lawns and digging holes in people's yards. Basically the stuff I did around the yard of our own house, only now I'd be getting paid for it.
The next Monday morning, I drove my truck out to the address which my dad had helpfully scrawled on a scrap of paper. We were currently experiencing a break in the heat that usually made Texas summers so oppressive, though I knew I should appreciate it while I could, because summer wasn't even close to reaching its peak, yet.
The address belonged to a modest home adorned with a colossal front yard, the property tucked nicely into a suburb just outside of Cicero. As I pulled my truck up the curb in front of the house, I couldn't help but stare at the shirtless, muscle-bound college-aged man hauling a seedling across the lawn to a garden that was just starting to take shape. Even though it was still early in the day, sweat already glistened on his tanned skin. His thick legs threatened to bulge out of his worn blue jeans as he knelt and wiped his brow with his forearm.
He looked up at my truck and gave me an inquisitive smile, his friendly eyes sparkling in the sun, as I got out and walked across the lawn towards him. Even his reddish-brown goatee seemed to be dampened with perspiration.
As he stood to greet me, I got a better view of his powerfully-built body, the muscles thick on his chest and arms, his belly solid and undefined but not fat, with just a hint of brown fuzz running between his pecs down to his navel and disappearing into his jeans, which hugged his waist tightly. Outdoor labor had definitely helped create this fine specimen of a man.
"You Cliff?" I asked, and only took an instant to realize that it was a stupid question. This kid couldn't have been more than twenty years old, and I knew that Cliff was a friend of my dad's from college over twenty years ago.
He chuckled and shook his head. "Cliff's out back. I'm Bryan." He held out his hand, and I shook it, trying to ignore the fact that the lump in my pants must have been pretty obvious to him. He flashed a killer grin, and I had to think of dead puppies and other unsexy thoughts just to keep from drooling over his hand.
"Hey, is that you, Sloan?" A gruff voice bellowed from behind me.
I turned and saw a big, stocky bear of a man shambling up. He was several inches shorter than me, but he wore an extra-extra large tee-shirt that draped over his ample frame. His blond hair was cut short and spiky, with streaks of gray in his short beard.
"So you must be Cliff," I said.
He shook my hand vigorously. "You probably don't remember, but your dad used to bring you over to visit me just about every week when you were just a pesky little ankle-biter." He stepped back and looked me over. "You've gotten bigger."
"Big enough to push a lawn-mower, or so my dad seems to think."
"Well, then." Cliff clapped his hands together. "Let's get you to work."
I spent most of the day trudging back and forth across the lawn with a mower, trying not to stare at Bryan as he continued working on the garden. When he turned his back to me and picked up some concrete blocks to bring to Cliff in the backyard, I could see that his back was just as beefy as his front. At mid-day, we broke for lunch in the backyard, where Cliff was working on planting trees and flowers around a pool to cover up the fact that the property was protected by an ugly cement wall.
In the early afternoon, I finally got up the nerve to take off my shirt, exposing my torso to onlookers in a whole new neighborhood. Bryan seemed to take a brief interest, but he soon went back to digging into the dirt with his trowel. After he was finished planting a whole array of flowers, he picked up his tools and disappeared into the backyard, presumably to help Cliff out.
When I finished mowing the entire lawn, I packed up the mower and made my way toward the backyard to find out what Cliff wanted me to do now. As I walked along the side of the house, I soon became aware of the low growls and grunts coming from the pool area. Naw, I thought to myself, it couldn't be what I was thinking.
But then I rounded the corner, and I saw that Bryan was helping Cliff out in more ways than one.
Bryan was completely naked and sitting on the edge of a brick poolside barbecue pit, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Cliff knelt on the ground between his legs. Cliff's face was buried in Bryan's crotch, his head bobbing up and down as he sucked him off.
I watched Bryan's belly swell with each strained breath as he let out cries of pleasure. His toes curled with each pleasurable sensation that I could imagine surging through his body. Cliff must have been one hell of a cocksucker.
I was getting too turned on by the sight, and I had to do something about the stiff erection pushing achingly against my shorts. Still hidden from sight in the shadows at the side of the house, I unzipped my shorts and released my hard cock from the confines of my boxers, which were already sticking with the precum that had been leaking out all day from watching Bryan work. I started jerking off as I spied on Bryan's sweaty, muscular body writhing under the sun as he enjoyed the warm caress of Cliff's mouth.
Bryan finally patted Cliff on the shoulder, and Cliff stood, kissing Bryan as the two men hugged one another. I continued pumping on my shaft, wondering what it would be like to be held in Bryan's strong arms.
Bryan broke the embrace, and his hands moved to the front of Cliff's pants, unbuttoning them as their mouths stayed locked in a hungry kiss. He pushed Cliff's pants down to his knees, and I saw Cliff pulling Bryan's meaty legs up to his sides. Bryan lifted the front of Cliff's tee-shirt, giving me a glimpse of the older man's swollen, dripping cock. He guided it towards Bryan's exposed ass.
"Uhhh!" Bryan cried out as Cliff pushed his body forward, shoving his cock into Bryan's hole. The two men stopped kissing and stared into each other's eyes as Cliff fucked Bryan face-to-face right there on the barbecue grill. The muscled young man whined as the older bear plowed eagerly into his ass.
I increased my strokes on my own dick, discovering a voyeuristic side that I didn't even know I had. As I watched Cliff humping Bryan's hot body, I had to grit my teeth to keep from screaming in my own sexual fervor. My shaft was completely coated with sticky precum, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold off for long.
I started to feel a little bold. Besides, these two guys were fucking outside on someone else's barbecue pit. I kicked off my shoes, dropped my shorts and boxers to the grass, and stepped right out into the backyard, my body trembling as I masturbated feverishly.
Bryan and Cliff didn't even notice me. They were too caught up in their own impending orgasms. "Oh, god, fuck me!" Bryan panted as Cliff's oversized tee-shirt became soaked with sweat.
I couldn't stand it, anymore. My balls felt like their were boiling over. I opened my mouth wide and let out a loud, animal-like grunt. Bryan and Cliff heard it and immediately stopped fucking. They turned their heads to look at me as I pounded on my cock.
I looked right at them as a jet of cum shot out my cock and arced through air, splattering across the grass at my feet. My body shivered and spasmed as I came, fertilizing the lawn with blast after blast of hot jizz.
I snarled as my climax came to an end, and I suddenly became very aware of where I was and what I'd just done. Bryan smiled in appreciation. "That was hot, man," he simply said.
"I haven't been so turned on since I jerked off with your dad in college," Cliff added as he pulled his dick of Bryan's ass.
Both men were still fully erect, and they looked lustfully at my large sweaty body. Bryan pumped his cock as I licked the cum off my fingers and sighed.
Cliff sat on the brick barbecue pit next to Cliff and patted his leg. "Come on, Sloan. Why don't you come sit on my lap like you used to when you were little?"
- fratbear fratbear@excite.com http://www.geocities.com/fratcub/