"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 45: Birthday Bash
It's April 20th. That's right, I just turned 21 years old yesterday. It's just past midnight, and technically I should be in bed, but right now I'm lying on a cold tile floor, my body coated in the sticky cum of over a dozen men, my ass ravaged and sore. And I've never felt so good in my life.
But let me back up a few hours.
It was about ten o'clock at night when they jumped me. And by "they" I mean I don't know exactly who "they" were. Only that there were more than five of them, and that they were definitely people I knew.
I'd gone through my twenty-first birthday without getting a single acknowledgement from anybody. Everyone was treating the day as if it were just like any other. I got up. Went to my classes. Came back to the Delt House to eat lunch and dinner. Drank a beer as I relaxed in front of the TV with a bunch of my fraternity brothers. Aside from a call from my Dad right after lunch, I wouldn't have known that it was my birthday.
Until they jumped me. I was just heading back to my room to listen to some music, surf the web for some porn, maybe jerk off... when I was grabbed from behind by several pairs of hands. A pillowcase was thrown over my head.
"You're coming with us!" a voice yelled. It sounded like Parker, the bespectacled mountain of a lineman who had been one of my fellow Delt pledges. Soon I found myself being shuffled back down the hall, down the stairs, and out of the house into a waiting car.
I didn't say a word during the car ride, thrilled by the fact that somebody had apparently remembered my birthday, and that I was being led to some kind of party.
"This is gonna be awesome," a voice drawled. It was definitely Billy Grissom, my preppie redneck pledge from Alabama who'd I'd sucked off after his initiation a year earlier. The other guys in the car-- and we were packed in there pretty tightly-- grunted in agreement.
Eventually, the car stopped, and I was pushed and prodded into a building and down some halls with familiar sounding echoes off the walls. I also recognized the feeling of the tiles beneath my feet, so even before they whipped off the pillowcase from my head, I knew exactly where I was being brought to...
The Southern Texas University Bears locker room.
And I was surrounded by almost all of my friends on the football team and from the Delt House. There were maybe twenty in all, and the instant the pillowcase came off, they all yelled in unison, "Happy Birthday, Big Daddy!"
As they cheered and clapped, I grinned and scanned the crowd. I immediately saw my big ole Delt mentor Norm O'Malley, plus fellow linemen Chip, Grunt, Parker, and even Buckey, with his wide eyes and lop-sided smile. There was Brad Hardin, the muscle-bound, red-haired fullback.
And there was another lineman there, a sophomore by the name of Turk. I'd noticed him on the practice field when he was freshman, just before I quit the team, but I'd never really taken the time to talk to him. He was a towering, imposing figure who'd capped off his fearsome appearance by completely shaving his head bald. He'd grown a neatly-trimmed goatee, though, so he looked like an overgrown pirate. All he needed was a gold earring and a parrot on his shoulder.
Parker and Buckey were football players as well as Delts, but they weren't the only frat brothers there, not by a long shot. In fact, it almost looked like the entire fraternity had turned out for my birthday, starting with our president Hound, a handsome-as-hell wrestler with whom I'd never had the fortune to have a sexual experience.
Standing next to him was another hulking brother whom I'd never even thought about sleeping with. His name was FN, which I'd been told stood for "fuckin'," as in "fuckin' huge." He was a dark-haired Irish brute with freckles and a big, lop-sided grin.
There was Hulk the bodybuilder, with whom I'd jerked off in the showers. And Bubba, Paco, and Spank, the other Delts from my pledge class. And then there were the Delts whom I'd educated as a pledge educator. Of course there was Billy, in his shirt and tie, and then there were squat, muscular Shaun, Fozzie with his beard, rugby player Bruce, and bearish nerd Jed.
They all were there, standing around and applauding me for making it to my twenty-first birthday. But I looked around and saw that there was no birthday cake. No keg of beer. No streamers or banners. What kind of a party was this?
"So, anyway." Norm started a speech as the clapping died away. "We were thinking, what kind of a birthday would a horn-dog such as Big Daddy want? Now most of us here have shot our loads in your presence. Some of us have fucked you. Some of us have been fucked BY you. A lot of us have gotten sucked off by you. So we thought, perhaps you'd like to do all of us in a single night. What do you think?"
Everyone in the room grinned at once. Big, shit-eating grins. I was overwhelmed. It was too much to think about. Here I was in the locker room, being offered to chance to get fucked by my former teammates and almost my entire fraternity house. There was only one thing I could say.
"Bring it on," I replied confidently.
What followed seemed almost like a blizzard of action, as everybody started stripping off their clothes. Twenty big, burly, muscular men getting undressed as quickly as they could, preparing to fuck the living daylights out of me.
They had prepared well, too, because as the crowd parted, and as I pulled off my own clothes, I saw that they set up a foam wedge, one of those things you use to do sit-ups, out in the middle of the floor. It was just the right size and shape for me to lay my body over and leave my ass exposed for a good reaming.
"So, who's gonna be the first to fuck me?" I asked, looking over the naked bodies of my buddies standing around me, their dicks in various stages of erection. I'd never seen anything so hot in my whole life, and my dick was already so hard that it hurt, even though I knew that I probably wouldn't be shooting a load for some time.
"Hell, I think I should be first." Norm stepped forward, and I realized that this was the first time I'd seen him in his full, naked glory. He was one good-looking slab of pure meat.
And so I got down on my knees and lay myself over the foam wedge, finding it even more comfortable than it looked. They must've had one of the guys try it out before deciding to use it.
"Happy birthday, buddy," Norm said as he knelt behind me, placed his mighty hands on my lower back, and shoved his huge dick into my ass with a grunt and a snarl, though he wasn't being mean-spirited. He was being affectionate.
Norm fucked me, knowing that I liked having sex with great force, a lot of sweat, and loud vocalizations. He was howling like a dog in heat as he plunged his dick into my prone body. Within a few minutes, we were both coated in a layer of sweat, even though our night had only just started.
I looked around at the rest of my buddies, standing around naked, some of them stroking their stiffened poles in preparation for their turns. Knowing that it could be a while, I decided that they needed a release as quickly as possible.
"Hey, Hound," I called to the Delt President, "get over here and see what you've been missing all these years."
Hound smiled and approached me, dropping to his knees in front of me. I quickly slid his hard shaft deep into my mouth and started my sword-swallowing act, coaxing a long moan from Hound's throat.
"Fuck, Sloan," he growled as I blew him, "now I'd wished I'd done this a lot earlier."
I heard Norm suddenly cry out behind me, and his body lurched as he blew his load into my ass. His body went limp, and I felt his sweat dripping off his head onto my back. After a few deep breaths, he pulled out of me and grunted, "Thanks, buddy."
I wanted to thank him, too, but I still had Hound's dick down my throat, and no sooner had Norm pulled out, then Buckey was behind me, sticking his monster dick into a guy's ass for the first time. He was a quiet fucker, taking his time and just focusing intently on shooting his load.
Meanwhile, Hound gritted his teeth and let out a long whine as he came in my mouth, his cum hot and tasty as it flowed down my throat. I sucked his cock clean, making sure not to miss a drop.
Hound stood up and was immediately replaced by Shaun, who stuffed his stout dick into my mouth. It looked like he'd over-stimulated himself manually while waiting, and it only took about a minute before he came noisily, his squat frame shaking violently.
Paco stuffed his tanned, uncut dick into my mouth just as Buckey made his first sound, a little whimper, as he shot his load so powerfully that I could feel it hitting the walls of my ass. He sighed in relief as he slid out of my ass...
Only to have FN slide his big dick in and start pounding away. And that's basically what happened for the rest of the night. Everyone took turns fucking either my ass or my mouth, blowing their loads, only to be replaced by the next guy down the line.
By the time Parker started pummeling at my ass with his stiff pole, my ass was practically overflowing with cum. And with Hulk spewing his load of cum down my throat, I felt like I'd just eaten a five-course meal.
Parker only took a few thrusts before he came, and when he pulled his dick out, I could feel cum flowing out of my ass and onto the floor. Turk didn't mind, it seemed, because without even giving me a chance to rest, he climbed onto me and started humping away at my slippery asshole. The squishing sounds coming from my ass were loud and somewhat distracting as he fucked me.
Bruce shot his sperm into my mouth at about the same time that Turk spurted his cum into my ass, his shaved head glistening with sweat, and I closed my eyes and raised my head in kind of a mock prayer, grateful that everybody had finished unloading their juices into my body, but also grateful that I'd had the chance to do this.
In fact, it'd taken over an hour for everyone to fuck me, and now most of the guys were sporting fresh, rock-hard erections. I knew that I couldn't bear another round of fuckings, so I wondered what they had in store for me.
"Roll over," Norm commanded me, and I did, revealing my throbbing, crimson cock, dripping with so much pre-cum that the entire shaft was glistening. "Well, Sloan." Norm continued, "seeing that it's your birthday, and that you've managed not to cum during this whole time, I have one more gift for you."
"What?" I asked.
"Get off of that block," he said, and I obeyed, climbing off the sweat-covered foam wedge on which I'd been lying.
What Norm did next surprised and delighted me. He lay down on the foam block in the same position I had, draped over it with his ass sticking up in the air. "Fuck me, Big Daddy," he said. "This is the only time I'm gonna let another guy fuck me, so you better do it before I change my mind."
For all I knew, Norm O'Malley was simply one of those straight guys who could get off by fucking or getting blown by other guys. But now he was offering to take it up the ass. This was truly a once in a lifetime opportunity...
Which I immediately took, clambering on top of Norm's prone form. He was just lying there like a sleeping giant. I put the head of my cock against his tight, virgin asshole, then pushed my cock in.
"Ahh!" Norm cried out in pain, probably not anticipating how intense it would be to have my eight-and-a-half incher shoved into his ass. I stopped entering him, but he gritted his teeth and groaned, "No, keep going. Keep going!"
So I continued, sliding my pole into his hot ass until I was all the way in. Norm let out a pained sigh of relief when he realized that was as deep as I was going to go. "Damn, Sloan, how do you do this so often?"
"Don't worry," I replied, "you'll be loving how it feels by the time I'm done."
And so I started fucking Norm, reaming his tight asshole as he wailed and yelled out as if I were raping him, even though he'd interject words of encouragement every now and then.
I got up onto my knees so that I was upright as I pounded his ass, and I saw that the other guys had gathered around us in a tight circle. They were all beating off furiously in the biggest circle jerk I'd ever seen.
As I kept fucking Norm's ass, the other guys started cumming, starting with Spank, who shot his hot, sticky cum onto my shoulder and chest. That seemed to set off a chain reaction of orgasms, because over the next two or three minutes, each of the guys blew their loads, spurting their cum all over me until I was completely dripping with the white stuff. Even Norm's back was splattered with our buddies' spunk.
I savored the pungent scent of my friends' cum on my body as I barreled toward my climax, pumping Norm's ass with my jackhammer cock as he cried and groaned in sweet agony.
I threw back my head and let out a scream of joy as I came, and it felt like a dam had burst in my balls, because I probably spewed more cum into Norm's ass than I'd ever shot in my life. Norm let out a deafening cry as I filled his ass with my sperm. My cock kept throbbing and pulsing for at least twenty seconds, refusing to stop pumping more and more of my load into him.
In fact, when I finally crumpled, completely spent, onto Norm's sweaty and cum-splattered back. I could feel my juices bubbling out of his ass, which was still plugged by my massive dick.
I kissed him on the shoulder and slowly got back up onto my knees, pulling my still-hard dick out of his well-fucked ass.
I looked down at his broken body, and I saw a little rivulet of white liquid flowing out from under him, down the foam block and onto the tile floor. He'd cum again while I had been fucking him. He was sobbing gently, but out of ecstasy, not out of pain.
"Thanks, Norm," I said as I patted his back. "That was the best present anyone could've given me."
Norm grunted. "Yeah, well, I would say 'anytime,' but I'm never, ever doing that again in my entire life."
Everyone chuckled as I collapsed to the floor next to Norm. Over the next few minutes, the guys got dressed and left one-by-one, until only Norm and I were left in the locker room.
Norm finally stood and up looked down at my soiled body. "I'm gonna shower up, then I'll give you a ride home."
"Thanks again," I sighed.
Norm nodded and limped away towards the showers, his ass still sore from our experience.
So there you have it. Those are my stories, those are my confessions, just the way they happened... more or less. Every fact and detail may not be perfect and exact, but it's the way I remember it, damn it, and isn't that what's important in the end?
And so this is my place. Among my friends. Among people who understand, accept, and like me. Sure, I'll keep fucking around. I'll try to screw and get screwed by as many bears as I can. Perhaps one day I'll find someone to settle down with. Maybe someday I'll even feel ready to start a family of my own.
But I'm only 21, and the way I see it, this life of mine is just beginning.
- fratbear fratbear@excite.com http://www.geocities.com/fratcub/