Warning: The following story contains explicit descriptions of gay sex and has a sense of humor about it, so if you're under the age of 18, of a prudish temperament, or are offended by the very notion of gay sex... please do fuck off now.
"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 3: High School Confidential
Ninth grade at Cicero High basically started out no different from the school years that had preceded it: with everybody deathly afraid of me. Scared that I might hurt them. I saw the way people veered out of my path in the hallway. Like I might accidentally crush them if I ran into them.
My "growth spurt"-- as my dad kindly put it-- had finally reached completion that summer. By the start of the school year, I was 6-foot-3 and 280 pounds. I was now even bigger than dad. The previous April 19th, on my fourteenth birthday, he'd gotten me an electric razor, which, although necessary, didn't get the job done. I'd shave at seven in the morning, and by noon I'd already look like a stubbled drifter. Oh, well. I decided I might as well settle on the perpetually fuzzy-faced look.
And following my usual pattern, I joined the football team, getting stuck in junior varsity. I think Coach Smallwood was worried that I might do some damage to his college-bound varsity players.
I think Coach Smallwood also relished the opportunity to ride my ass during practices. He'd yell at me for not running fast enough, not being smart enough, not being passionate enough about football. This despite the fact that I put everything I had into the game.
Coach Smallwood was one of those guys who left college after five years on the team, a token education degree in hand, but without the skill to go on to the pros. So he ended up watching over a couple of punks with the same dreams that he used to harbor, only now he seemed determined to crush them.
I think he picked on me because he had been an offensive lineman himself, and one of the reasons he didn't make the cut was because he never got as big I as was. Not even close. Now I'm not saying that Coach Smallwood was a small guy. Actually, he was probably only 30 pounds lighter than me. Just not NFL material.
Due to some odd school districting procedures, few people I had known at Dante Junior High actually ended up at Cicero. In fact, none of the other linemen on the junior varsity team had gone to Dante with me. I could see that my dad's prediction that I'd meet new people was already coming true.
But, alas, I could never see any sign that any of the guys were like me. And so I resigned myself to going home every afternoon and whacking off before dad got home.
Of course, this didn't mean that I didn't often find myself checking out the guys in the locker room, or fantasize about their burly, muscular bodies as I lay on my bed, pumping my swollen, 8-and-a-half-inch dick.
"I never see you hanging out with anybody," Zack Coleman commented to me in the locker room one afternoon before practice. Zack was a pug-nosed offensive guard with a burly, softly-muscled body. With his shortly- cropped blond hair and blue eyes, he was an ace with the female population at Cicero High.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean, you trudge home every afternoon. Alone. No friends. No nothing. What's up with that?"
I shrugged. "You think I like it?" It came out a little defensive.
Zack backed off. "Sorry. I'm just sayin'... Some of us guys hang out together. Go crusin' for chicks on the weekend. Stuff like that. What don't you come along sometime?"
I shook my head. "Sorry, Zack. Not my thing."
Zack decided not to push it. Besides, more team members were arriving for practice.
That night I masturbated while thinking about Zack's smooth, soft cubbish body. I wondered how often he jerked off. Wondered if he did it as much as I did.
The rest of the football season was pretty uneventful. We lost all but one game, so by November we were all getting ready for the off-season, when we'd have to put the focus back on schoolwork.
After our final crushing defeat, long after the spectators had gone home, even after Coach Smallwood and the most of the team had split, I found myself sitting in the locker room with two of my fellow linemen, half out of uniform, contemplating and discussing our crappy season.
"Well, no one gives a shit about JV, anyway," Tony Wise sighed as he peeled off more of his uniform, revealing the chunky, hairy body of a tackle. Tony had a perpetually dumb look on his face, combined with an infectious smile. He was 240 pounds of pure cheerfulness.
"Yeah," Frank Spyros mumbled in response, "the best part is when we become juniors. Coach won't have any other players to choose from."
"He'll be stuck with us losers," I observed. This made all of us chuckle.
I didn't often see Frank laugh. As the center on the team, he was a compact, thickly-muscled tough-guy with a serious demeanor, a stout, sturdy frame, and a growl in his voice.
I looked over at the steam pouring out of the shower room, where Zack was showering with another offensive guard, Bobby Bickner,
"Zack and Bobby've been in there are an awful long time," I said.
"What do you suppose they're doing?" Tony asked.
Frank shook his head. "Probably beatin' their meat." He yelled out. "Hey, ya fags. Ya jackin' off in there or somethin'?"
A pause as Frank smiled smugly, then Zack's voice echoed from the showers.
"What don't you come and see for yourself?"
Tony, Frank, and I exchanged glances, then pulled off the rest of our uniforms, grabbed our towels, and headed into the shower area.
The first one I saw was Zack, leaning against a tiled wall, furiously pumping his hard 6-inch cock in his fist. He had his head thrown back, moaning in ecstasy, but the moment he heard us walk in, he looked straight at me.
I felt my dick stirring, and I rushed to cover it up with my towel. I then noticed the figure of Bobby Bickner nearby. Bobby was a dark- haired, goateed tank of a man with eyes that could hypnotize you in seconds. Since he had his eyes clenched shut as he pounded on his own cock, the only thing hypnotizing us was the sight of our two teammates jerking off in the school showers.
"What the fuck?" Frank blurted out. "What the fuck're you doing?"
Bobby had a little trouble speaking between his gasps and grunts. "Aw, come on, uh, Frank... We've been... fuck... saving up our strength all season... Time to let it, uh, all out."
Well, I sure knew that I hadn't been saving up anything all season, but the look in Tony's and Frank's eyes told me that the other guys had made some kind of a pact to abstain from masturbation until the end of the football season.
I watched as Tony's meaty hand moved down his soft, furry belly to his rapidly hardening dick. He started massaging the shaft with his fingertips.
Tony looked at me. "Come on, Sloan," he said as his erection reached full mast, "might as well do something with us for once."
It was the invitation I was waiting for. I dropped my towel to the floor, unveiling my stiff rod, which was by far the largest among the guys there. I grasped the shaft and started pumping as Tony and I approached Zack and Bobby in the showers.
Zack turned off the running shower, so that the room was filled was the echoing sounds of our moans and the slapping of flesh against flesh.
"You guys are sick bastards," Frank murmured, but even as he was trying to resist the idea in his mind, his dick was rising to full attention.
We all turned to look at Frank as he debated whether to reach for his boner. Finally, he grabbed it in his fist and walked up to the circle, jerking rhythmically.
"All right, ya fags," he declared, "lemme show you how it's done."
We stood in a large circle, all of our chests heaving as we stimulated ourselves and checked one another out.
Frank gritted his teeth, his mounds of muscle flexing as he worked his cock. He saw me staring at him and smiled at me, moving his hand even faster.
Tony had his eyes closed and his mouth open as he panted like a dog, his hairy body becoming coated with sweat. He rubbed his dick with his fingertips as he fondled his balls with his other hand. His body bobbed up and down, and I thought he might collapse to the floor. Clear, sticky precum was literally flowing out his cockhead and making a mess of his hand.
Bobby stopped and spit onto his cock, using it as lubrication as he resumed. With his other soapy hand, he reached behind him and slipped a finger into his own ass.
The sight aroused me greatly, and I let out a loud grunt as my dick pulsed, sending a droplet of precum rolling out. I took a step closer towards Bobby and Zack, and Tony and Frank followed, tightening the circle.
Zack was moaning up a storm as he tugged at his cock. His free hand roamed his body, squeezing his muscles, wiping the sweat away from his skin.
"Oh, fuck, here it comes," Zack groaned. "Here it comes."
We all stepped a little closed to him as he pressed his body up against the shower wall and started to shake.
He threw his head back and let out a strangled cry. "Fuuuuuck!" he yelled as the cum exploded from his cock, flying through the air and splashing all of our bodies
I watched his body stiffen, then jerk with each spurt of juice that spewed from his dick, until finally, a long strand of white cum hung from his softening erection.
No sooner had Zack's orgasm subsided, Frank let out a fierce growl. "This is how it's done," he grunted.
He whipped his hand into a frenzy, then let go, holding his hands at his sides as he leaned back and moaned.
We all watched in amazement as his stout cock throbbed before him, letting loose gobs of cum that splattered onto the floor between us.
Frank went through his entire climax without touching his dick. His sperm just rolled out and coated his twitching cock.
The sight was too much for Tony and Bobby, who both started cumming at about the same time.
Tony whimpered pitifully, his body shivering as incredibly long rivers of cum were unleashed from his cock, managing to splash every one of us on our chests and stomachs.
Meanwhile, Bobby let out a series of choked grunts as he rammed his finger all the way up his ass. The act caused his body to buck wildly, sending out a spurt of hot cum that hit Tony in the chin. A second spurt hit me on the chest. As Bobby convulsed in utter pleasure, I wiped his sperm onto my hand and used it to lubricate my own shaft.
As everybody panted from exhaustion, they all turned their attention to me.
"Come on, Sloan," Zack murmured. "Do it."
"You can do it, big guy," Tony encouraged.
I stood my ground, feet planted firmly on the floor as I pumped on my cock so quickly that Bobby's sperm foamed into a creamy lather on my palm.
I clenched my teeth and snarled like a wild beast as I barreled towards my climax. As I grunted loudly, my legs growing weak beneath me, I scanned the faces of my teammates, all staring at me in rapt fascination, eagerly awaiting the culmination of this event that none of us could have expected.
"I'm gonna shoot," I moaned. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum all over you guys."
"Do it, Sloan," Tony said firmly, placing a strong hand on my shoulder.
That was all it took. I threw back my head and let out a deafening roar as my dick shot out ropes of thick cum. I almost blacked-out from the sensation,
I could barely hear the guys chanting as I splashed them with my sperm. "Fuck, Sloan." "That's it, man." "Fuckin' awesome."
Finally, I slumped forward, taking gulps of air as I coaxed the last strands of cum out of my balls.
I looked up at the others, who were grinning at me, their bodies dripping with all of our juices.
Tony was chuckling. I looked at him and realized why. He'd been hit with the brunt of my orgasm, and my cum clung to his hairy body in splotches.
"Cool, man," was all he could say.
I reached over and rubbed his bare flesh, massaging my sperm into his torso. I saw his cock twitching again, but he was too exhausted to attempt a second round.
"So you are a social animal after all, Cosgrove." Zack grinned at me. He then looked down at his own body. "Damn, now I gotta take another shower."
We all laughed over it and headed to our showers.
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