"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 20: Down the Center
Having lived in Texas all my life, one thing I learned was that the weather was unpredictable, and by the time the regional football championship games rolled around in December, the days were still warm and dry, and the nights cool and breezy. Everybody knew that a blizzard could be just around the corner, so Coach Johnson continued to work us out as much as he could during the afternoons, trying to keep us in shape before it'd be impossible to get any outdoor practices amid impending snow banks and wind chill.
Not that I really had much to complain about. Here I was surrounded by dozens of burly football jocks, even bigger than they were in high school. Not to mention the coaches and assistants, many of whom were former players themselves.
It always struck me as strange that most of the erotic stories and fantasies I'd read involving football players were about quarterbacks and receivers who were so lean and sinewy that they might've well have been gymnasts. And that's just plain unrealistic. Let's face it. There aren't a lot of hardbodies on your average college football team.
I was still in the midst of my daily coach-imposed workout routine, which was intended to transform some of my excess flab into muscle. It was my continuing quest to become a starting lineman the following season. So it came to be that on one particular Wednesday night in early December, I found myself in the weight room. It was probably past ten o'clock, and it'd been a half and hour since I'd seen another teammate around. Working out by yourself is a pretty lonely experience, and almost eerie, with only the sounds of the weights on the machine clinking to keep you company.
As I stepped out of the gym, making sure the door locked behind me, I looked out at the football fields and stands, which stood adjacent to the athletics complex. The lights were all off, and the field stood in almost total darkness.
Still, though, I could make out the barely visible figure of somebody standing in the shadows under the stands. I couldn't tell whether the person was facing me or the field, but whoever it was, he was big, probably even a little bigger than me.
Curious, I strolled over to the stands. As I neared the mysterious figure, I saw that he was, in fact, looking away, seemingly unaware of my approach. Also, it didn't take me long to recognize who it was, especially from behind. It was Norm O'Malley, the team's starting center. Just from his silhouette, I recognized his bullet-shaped head, the short curly dark hair, and thick neck atop a hulking body.
I could also tell from the rhythmic pumping motions of his arm and his jagged breaths that he was desperately jerking off. Now let me explain something. Norm O'Malley, being the center and the co-captain of the Bears' offense, was undoubtedly the largest guy on the team. Sure, he had a bit of a baby face and some trouble growing a beard, but he could look mean as hell if he wanted to. And he could stop a freight train from sacking our quarterback.
But at this very moment, there he was, huffing and moaning as he masturbated under the abandoned football stands. I just stood and watched for a little bit, making sure that he wasn't just taking a piss or anything, but no doubt about it, he was beating off.
I left my bag on the ground and carefully crept around until I, too, had snuck under the stands. The ground was dried dirt, and it wasn't too difficult to keep my footsteps silent until I got a good view of Norm in profile, his swollen, eight-inch dick protruding from the front of his pants, flopping in the air as he tugged on it with his fist.
I cleared my throat loudly. Without even looking to see where the sound came from, Norm stopped and quickly tucked his dick back into his jeans.
"Oh, don't let me interrupt, Norm," I remarked as he squinted at me, trying to make out my face in the darkness. I walked towards him.
Norm groaned I disbelief when he recognized me. "I suppose you're gonna go and tell the guys about this, Cosgrove," he snarled, pissed off at being caught in the act.
"No man, it's cool," I replied. "Just thought it was kind of a waste to just blow your load on the dirt here."
"What're you talking about?" He looked like he wanted to escape.
"You know, when there're better places to squirt it." I let him ponder that for a moment, before posing the big question to him. "So, Norm, you ever fucked a guy before?"
He just stood there in stunned silence, a confused look on his dumb face. "That's disgusting, Cosgrove."
I folded my arms casually. "So if I told you that you could fuck me in the ass, you'd say no?"
Norm got that look at that all sexually confused straight boys get when confronted with a fag like me. And like most of them, Norm over-compensated with defensive aggression. "You want me to fuck you in the ass? I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before."
"Well, then," I replied, acting totally cool but secretly pleased inside, "let's see if you're bullshitting me or not. Where do you wanna do it?"
Norm was taken aback for a few seconds. He didn't expect me to say THAT. But he worked up his resolve and pointed out into the middle of the deserted, darkened football field. "How about out there? Nobody'll see us."
I figured Norm must've had some sort of fetish about getting off in the outdoors. "Sure, let's do it."
I could barely see a thing as Norm and I reached the fifty-yard line of the field, but I could make out his hulking silhouette against the lights of the athletics building in the distance.
I immediately dropped to my knees and undid his jeans, fishing his semi-hard cock out of his underwear. I went down on him, feeling his dick harden in my mouth as he let out a disbelieving groan of delight. He placed his Neanderthal palm on top of my head, clenching my hair as I sucked eagerly on his stiffened penis.
I liked the taste of Norm's dick, which was already sticky and coated with precum from his uncompleted jerk-off session just minutes earlier. And it only took a few seconds before I was certain that he liked the feeling of my tongue massaging his shaft.
"Fuck, Cosgrove, suck that prick. Get it ready, 'cause I'm gonna shove it in your ass, you fag," he moaned as I slurped away.
My hands worked their way up under his shirt, and he didn't seem to mind as I rubbed his big, furry belly. They drifted around to his back, and down to his ass, which I gripped with both hands as I sucked harder.
But as much as I enjoyed having his cock in my mouth, I wanted to have it up my ass even more, and I pulled away and looked up at Norm as he just stood there, taking big gulping breaths, still unable to believe what I was doing to him. His dick was dripping with saliva and precum as it twitched, aching to be stuffed somewhere.
I fumbled with my pants and yanked them down to my knees. "All right, you big lug, I want you to stick your cock in my ass." I turned around and, still on my knees, leaned down so that my ass was pointed right at him. "Come on, Norm, fuck my ass."
Norm took a breath and knelt behind me, guiding his dick to my asshole. He was so horny he didn't even hesitate before sliding it in. He fucked me swiftly and smoothly, slipping in and out of my ass as he continued with a torrent of obscenities.
"Yeah, feel my dick in your ass? You like it. I'm gonna fill your ass with my cum. I'm gonna shoot it all the way into you." I pictured Norm in the showers, having seen him naked dozens of times, with his hefty body but always soft dick. I imagined both of us naked as we fucked, instead of wearing the mussed clothes that we had on as he pounded my ass.
Knowing that there wasn't even a slight chance of Norm's hands getting anywhere near my throbbing, stiff cock, I managed to work my hand down to my shaft and start jerking on it furiously.
Norm was just a big, dumb jock who was eager to get his rocks off, and I knew I wasn't going to get much passion or feeling from him, so I just focused on the sensation of his penis sliding past my sphincter and plunging deep into my body. I listened to the snorts that he made as he charged towards his climax.
I was able to bring myself to orgasm rather swiftly, and I bucked as my dick shot streams of my cum out onto the grass beneath me. Norm sensed that I was coming, and he quickened his thrusts as he growled more words of encouragement. "Yeah, you're shooting your cum, aren't you? You like getting fucked, huh? Oh my god, I'm gonna cum. Oh, fuck."
Just as my penis throbbed for the last time, squeezing out a few more drops of sperm, Norm suddenly gasped, his ragged breaths stopping as a strained cry barely escaped his throat. He heaved, and a stream of cum exploded from his pulsing cock and poured into my ass. I could feel his body shaking behind me, his hands gripping my back, clinging to me for support as he went through the throes of his orgasm.
And then it was suddenly over. Norm yanked his softening dick out of my ass and quickly tucked it back into his pants, zipping up and standing up to leave. He leaned over my still-prone, exposed body, placing a strong, threatening hand on my shoulder.
"Now you're not gonna tell anyone about this, understand?" he hissed, his hot breaths in my ear.
I looked up at him, still feeling frisky. "I won't tell anyone, Norm. If you'll fuck me again sometime."
After a moment, Norm grinned and patted me on the back, laughing. "You got yourself a deal, Cosgrove." He offered me a hand and helped me to my feet. "Come on, let's go get a beer."
And so we spent the rest of the night at a local bar, not saying a word about what we'd just done together. And now that I think about it, you could probably call that night with Norm O'Malley my first date.
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