"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 37: Heavyweights
I cringed when I first heard the sound. The sound of a body hitting the ground, a loud, wet smack. Sure, as a football player, I'd heard hundreds of violent, bodily collisions. I'd even heard the sounds of bones snapping, like that bone in our wide receiver's leg last year. Still, none of that sounded like what I was hearing now. It was like a sack of potatoes being slammed against a wall.
When I rounded the corner into the gym on the way to the weight room, I saw that it was just the college wrestling team practicing. The sound I was hearing was a 300-pound behemoth being slammed to the mat by his practice partner, who-- believe it or not-- was even heftier, and not looking at all bothered by the fact that he was being forced to wear a rather revealing singlet. He stood towering over his vanquished teammate, sweat rolling down his face and chest as the other members of the team and their coach looked on, not even noticing me.
And then he said something completely unexpected. "You okay?" The words weren't all that unusual. It was the way he said it. As if he were really worried that he'd hurt his opponent. He held out a mammoth hand and helped his fallen victim to his feet.
"Good job, Grusnick," the coach barked. He pointed to two other wrestlers sitting in the bleachers. "All right, you two are up."
As I continued onto the weight room, still having gone unnoticed by anybody else in the gymnasium, I watched the victorious wrestler as he shook his teammates hand and proceeded to explain how he beat him. Such a nice kid, I thought as I exited the room. Should've chosen a different sport.
Yes, I was still working out, keeping that belly of mine from swelling too much bigger. After all, I wanted to be a bear, not a whale. Plus, it let me meet up with some of my old football buddies without having to see that prick Coach Johnson, who was rarely around now that the football season was long over.
This night, however, I didn't see any of my old friends. A few members of the wrestling team came in to do some bench presses, but not the sweet giant named Grusnick, the one I'd seen swatting away his opponent like an insect. The wrestlers in the weight room seemed to be conversing in some secret code, one that left me alone and ignored in the corner, struggling on a rowing machine that clearly wasn't designed for folks with my body type.
I hung out a little longer, hoping to catch a glimpse of him passing through the gym, but five minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty. And just as I was about to give up and hit the showers, I overheard a quick exchange between the two other wrestlers.
"Hey, man, I heard Grusnick got them to unlock the tub."
His buddy just shrugged. "I would go, but I gotta get ready for Sarah tonight."
"Yeah, I should probably grab some dinner heading to the Phi Delt bash."
As the wrestlers left, I thought, so that's it. Grusnick's in the hot tub. Yes, our gym had a room with a hot tub, but it was usually kept under lock and key and used only for athletes undergoing physical therapy. This guy Grusnick must've been a favorite of the athletics department.
Lacking a pair of swimming trunks, I quickly ditched my clothes in my locker and wrapped myself with a towel before heading down a hall to the steamed glass door leading to the hot tub. I couldn't see if there was actually anybody inside, and I contemplated knocking on the door. Finally, I decided to take a chance and walk on in.
Surprisingly, the room wasn't very steam-filled. A soft breeze from an open window near the ceiling provided the explanation. Actually, I was very happy, because it meant that I got a better view of the gentle giant soaking in the tub in the middle of the room.
"Hey," he remarked when he saw me entering, "I was wondering how long it'd be before someone else noticed this room was open."
"Actually, I heard some of your wrestling buddies mentioning it in the gym," I replied.
"And they're not coming?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Looks like they had other plans tonight."
He sighed. "Their loss, I guess."
As I approached the hot tub, I took a good look at this Grusnick character. I know this sounds weird coming from me, but this guy was big. Really big. Definitely taller than me, maybe even heavier. But his body couldn't have been more different than mine. The hair on his head was shaven down to almost a stubble. His body was rolling with muscles, but with little muscle definition. His arms were bulging but not rock hard, and his chest was massive, but not a barrel chest like mine. And aside from a little bit of chest hair, he seemed almost as smooth as a baby. Did I mention he was a big guy?
And completely naked. Even with the jets churning whitewater in the tub, I could tell that he hadn't bothered to bring swimwear. I didn't focus on that region of his body, though, and I tried to banish the thought from my mind for fear of springing an erection before a man who could probably snap my neck with one hand.
Not that he'd have any inclination to break my neck. That was pretty much assured when he grinned and held out his hand, red from the heat of the steaming water. "Nice to have the company. I'm Matt."
"Matt Grusnick, I know," I lied as I shook his hand. I really had no idea who he was.
"You're Sloan Cosgrove, aren't you?"
I nearly dropped my towel. How in the hell did he know my name? This was getting strange. I tried to act cool as I unfurled my towel, revealing my naked body, and slipped gingerly into the near-scalding water. I found myself playing a mental game to determine how far away from Matt I should sit. I didn't want to sit directly across from him, because it'd seem like I was avoiding him. Then again, I couldn't sit too close...
I ended up sitting about a third of the way around the tub from him. I had to angle away from him a little to avoid bumping our legs under the water. It was awkward. By the time I'd finished playing this mental game, I'd realized that a full minute had gone by since he'd asked his question.
"Oh... yeah," I stuttered. "Um, have we met?"
"Naw," Matt replied, shrugging shyly. "I've just seen you around. And I pay attention to football, y'know."
"Yeah." I took a second to take a deep breath as my body adjusted to the water temperature. "I quit the team, though."
"You did?" The big lug seemed disappointed. "Why?"
"Oh, you know," I mumbled, trying to think up of a convincing lie. I didn't want to tell him that I'd clashed with the coach over my desire to fuck other guys. "Politics. You know."
Matt just nodded, and I could tell that he was utterly confused.
"I saw you sparring out there," I commented. "You're really good."
"Yeah, they tell me that," he responded. "But truthfully, I'm not that good of a judge." Hmmm... big, confused, AND modest. As a bashful smile spread across his adorable face, I could feel my cock beginning to harden. There wasn't anything I could do to stop it. I felt my slab of meat swelling and stiffening. Good thing the jets were on, I thought.
And that's when the jets shut off, plunging the room into silence. I watched in horror as the millions of tiny air bubble obscuring our bodies in the water cleared away, leaving behind crystal-clear water illuminated by underwater lights.
I looked over at Matt, who was grinning back at me. It was an expression of embarrassment. I looked down and realized why. His dick was as hard and erect as a flagpole. I felt like chuckling at the irony, but I was too aroused by the sight.
"Oh, man," Matt finally remarked. "I thought I was gonna look like such a moron when those things turned off." He looked down at my erection, marveling at its size. "Although you definitely have nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Hey, you ever pop one while you're out there wrestling?" I asked.
"Sure, all the time." He shrugged and looked at his cock, which wasn't going to go down anytime soon. "Has a mind of its own, y'know?"
"Yeah, I do," I replied.
We both sighed, contemplating our boners. I finally decided, what the hell? We've both made it this far. Might as well take the next step. I dipped my right hand under the water and started to stroke my shaft.
Matt's eyes widened, unable to believe my nerve. However, it only took a few seconds of watching me beating off before he grasped his own pole and started pumping away.
So there we sat, jerking off together. I watched Matt's big chest swelling as he stimulated himself, the muscles in his arm tightening as he pounded his cock with more vigor. He was obviously having a good time.
"You ever jerked off with another guy?" I asked. Honestly, I couldn't tell if this was something he was used to.
"Yeah, I have," he answered plainly. "Couple of times, actually." He suddenly inhaled sharply, then held his breath as his huge body tightened a moment, then relaxed. He stared at me with an intense gaze. "How about you?"
I nodded. "Probably more times than you."
He smiled, as if he didn't believe me. "But you know what makes it even better for me?" he asked.
"No, what?"
He didn't answer for a moment, taking time to let out a few grunts. "Actually, I like it better when I got something in my ass."
We just looked at one another for a moment as I let it sink in. Then, as if we had the same thought, we both stood up in the tub, letting our erect dicks emerge into the warm air.
Matt didn't even say anything. He just turned his back to me and leaned over the edge of the tub, exposing his ass as he continued pumping his shaft with his fist.
I didn't say anything, either. I just moved behind him and slid my cock right up his ass. He let out a little groan as I slid into him, but beyond that, he didn't make much of a ruckus as I fucked him in the hot tub.
Matt's asshole was slick and not very tight at all. I guessed that he was either a fervent bottom or spent a lot of time sticking things up there. All that I knew was that he was taking my massive cock with ease.
"Oh, yeah," he sighed contentedly as he continued tugging on his own stiff dick.
I gripped him by his meaty hips and pounded into him with the force of a bull, but nothing I did could faze him. He loved being fucked. It didn't even seem to cause the slightest bit of pain for him,
I, on the other hand, was expending my energy quickly as I rammed his ass repeatedly. I liked the feeling of my cock slipping in and out of Matt's hole, but I was used to tighter openings, and I was afraid that fucking him wasn't going to be enough to bring me to my climax.
Actually, I shouldn't have worried, because the solution presented itself the moment I heard Matt's breaths become labored. He huffed as his arm pumped more rapidly on his shaft, and the muscles of his asshole suddenly started clamping around my thrusting cock.
With a gasp and a long, sustained whine, Matt blasted his load of cum all over the edge of the hot tub. His body shook and stiffened as he came, and he threw his head back so that I could see the expression of bliss on his face.
The muscle contractions in his ass gave my cock the extra stimulation it needed, and within seconds I was going through my own convulsions, grunting and letting out a roar as I spurted my cum deep into Matt's massive body.
As our orgasms subsided, we both slid down into the hot water of the tub, my dick still planted firmly in his ass. Matt ended up with his arms resting on the edge of the tub, right on top of his sticky, white load of sperm. I reached around him and rested my arms on top of his as I set my chin on his shoulder, listening to his heavy breaths, letting the scent of his cum rise to my nose on wisps of steam.
After that encounter with the wrestler who'd I'd later watch on TV as he won a bronze medal at the Olympics. I made sure to coordinate my workout schedule with the wrestling team practice, and Matt and I would be sure to be the last ones working out in the gym.
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