"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 26: Big Daddy
I actually did thank Lorne for abandoning me in the woods that day, but I didn't tell him about the two hot bears who picked me up and fucked me on the way home. Lorne was walking a little funny, and I could tell that his ass was still aching from the forcible fucking I'd inflicted on him the night before. It'd clearly had an effect on him.
The rest of Hell Week went pretty smoothly, with Lorne mostly staying out of my way. and as the week wound down, the pledges were buzzing with the news that we'd each be given our official fraternity nickname at the beginning of our activation ceremony, when we would be transformed from pledges to actives.
For most of the pledges, the nicknaming process was quite simple. Often it was a variation of a guy's last name. Buckey became Buckster. Spank already had his nickname from football. Paco and Bubba had cool enough real names to retain them. And Bailey... well, he stayed Bailey.
As for me, though, during the ceremony when Lorne announced to everybody what my nickname would be, I was pleasantly surprised.
"Sloan," Lorne declared during the all-fraternity meeting in the Delt House living room, "your Delt name will be 'Big Daddy.'"
The instant he said the words, I knew who was responsible. A few weeks earlier, I had recounted my life story to Norm, who was now my official Delt "big brother." I told him about how my introduction to bear sex came from the original "Big Daddy" himself, Sheriff Parker, the grizzled Southern sheriff who was the subject of my favorite online stories. I knew Norm must have suggested the nickname, knowing I'd get a kick out of it.
With that, the actual activation ceremony began. It involved everybody putting on red ceremonial robes and the reading of several passages from the Delta Tau Omega book of traditions. At the end, each pledge was activated one after another. A pledge's name would be uttered, and the chapter president would ask whether there were any objections to that young man addition to the fraternity.
I was the last name on the list. I should've seen it coming, but no sooner had my name been called, Lorne raised his hand. "I have an objection," he sneered, a snide smile on his face.
There was a confused silence in the room. None of the brothers seemed to have expected this glitch in the proceedings.
The Delt's chapter president, Hound- a squat, muscular fireplug of a wrestler- was the first to react. "Brother Lorne, you have declared an objection." As tradition dictated, Hound had to follow this up with the question: "May this pledge do anything to strike out your objection?"
"There is, Brother Hound," Lorne answered, and I could tell he was taking great delight in this. "I will rescind my objection if Brother Sloan lets me to fuck him in the ass right here."
The whole room went dead silent again. No one knew what to say. Finally, Hound decided to break the silence, so thrown off by Lorne's request that he ditched the use of "Brother" before our names. "Now, Lorne, I know you and Sloan have some issues to work out, but let's not go too far here."
"I don't mind," I blurted out before even realizing it. "I mean, if it'll make Lorne happy." I knew that Lorne's point was to humiliate me. He wouldn't be able to humiliate me if I was a willing participant. Besides, I'd felt a little guilty about what I'd done to him the week before, and if this one thing would satisfy his need for payback, then I was fine with it.
Hound sighed, obviously unhappy with this turn of events. "Well, tradition forbids us from refusing to resolve an objection. But Lorne, we're gonna have a serious talk about his later."
Lorne grinned and stepped out into the middle of the room as the rest of the fraternity looked on, hardly believing what was happening. Guess there hadn't been many activation ceremonies where two frat brothers butt-fucked one another at the Delt House.
"Sloan," Lorne called out, "step forward."
I walked up to him and looked him hard in the eyes. He was clearly relishing this moment.
"Now, pledge," he commanded, "strip for me."
I did as I was told, removing my ceremonial robe and pulling off my clothing piece by piece. When I was done, I was completely naked before all of the Delts. As I stood there, partly embarrassed, but also partly turned on, Lorne proceeded to take off his pants and underwear, leaving his robe on. His already erect cock poked a tent in front of his robe.
"Down on all fours," he ordered, and I got down on my hands and knees. Lorne knelt behind me and lifted his robe to expose his hard-on. I noticed the Delts taking furtive steps forward to get a closer look at the impending show.
Lorne positioned his cock at my ass and pushed his way in, letting out a groan as he entered me. I just looked around the room at the other members gawking at us, and I felt my own dick getting harder as Lorne started to fuck me.
From what I could observe, it didn't seem like Lorne was deriving much sexual pleasure from this act. Instead, it seemed to be an issue of power and domination. He just wanted to show me who was boss. He didn't say a word as he punished my ass with quick, fierce thrusts. He just let out a stream of snorts, as if this were some kind of animalistic coupling.
I just gritted my teeth and endured the roughness of Lorne's ramming cock. The other Delts were becoming uncomfortable with the sight of two men fucking, growing restless as the minutes passed. From the strain of Lorne's sharp breaths, I could tell that he was losing steam and desperately trying to reach his climax.
And with a grunt and a violent thrust, he did, spilling his hot sperm into my bowels. As his orgasm continued, he finally uttered a few words. "Yeah, Sloan, that'll show you who's on top."
After a few more convulsions, Lorne was done, pulling his dick out of my ass and falling forward onto his hands and knees as he waited to regain his strength.
I looked up at the fraternity elders. "Does that make me an active member now?" I asked.
Hound cleared his throat and nodded. "That it does, Brother Sloan. Welcome to the brotherhood of Delta Tau Omega."
"So that makes Lorne and me equals now." I looked over at Lorne's robe-covered body, still weakened by his sexual work-out. "And so I can do THIS without breaking rank."
I scrambled behind Lorne and lifted up his robe, exposing his ass. Before he could protest or fight back, I clamped my hand on the back of his neck, holding him down as I slid my throbbing cock into his ass.
Lorne screamed, his body rearing up from the sensation. "Not again!" he yelled, straining ineffectually against the strength of my hand as I plunged my pole into him.
The Delts watched, startled by this turn of events- with the exception of the members of my pledge team- as I fucked Lorne just like he'd fucked me. Like an animal. Lorne howled as I pounded his ass, but he soon stopped fighting it. He'd resigned himself to the fact that he was getting fucked by me, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Now, Lorne," I said to him, "you know turn-about is fair play." This actually elicited a few chuckles from other Delts who were happy to see Lorne get what was coming to him.
I pushed Lorne's robe and his shirt up and over his head, and soon he was just as naked as I was, on all fours, whimpering and yowling like a hurt dog as I violated his body with my eight-and-a-half inch rock-hard slab of meat.
I could see the muscles in his broad back tensing up, as if he were anticipating my nearing orgasm. "Come on, Lorne," I huffed as I felt the pressure building in my balls, "take my cum in your ass."
And he did, crying out as I shuddered, my pulsing cock shooting rivers of my cum into him. I wrapped my arms around his strong torso, hugging him tightly as I filled his ass with spunk.
Lorne was still whimpering as I lay him down on his stomach, my dick still planted inside him. We lay there on the floor as the other Delts looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
"Well," Hound finally sighed, "now that we've gotten THAT out of the way, perhaps we can continue with the ceremony."
Lorne's body was trembling. I could tell he was fighting back tears, not from pain, but from the knowledge that I'd beaten him, and this time for good. I leaned down and whispered into his ear. "Thanks for the nickname, Lorne."
He forced a smile, and for the first time, he addressed me with a tone of respect. "You're welcome, Big Daddy."
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