"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 8: Happy Birthday
By the time the spring quarter of my senior year at Cicero High rolled around, I was good and ready for my eighteenth birthday. It would also be the time when I would find out which colleges would accept me. My grades were decent, but I applied mostly to local and state colleges. I was confident that I'd get into one of them.
After our final disastrous season of high school football, an athletic scholarship was pretty much out of the question. My best hope for playing in college was as a walk-on. I considered asking Coach Smallwood for some kind of recommendation, but I decided not to waste the effort.
Some good things had happened that final season, though. Senior year had brought a new addition to our clique of linemen. Tucker Biggs was a tackle who moved to Cicero from somewhere in Arkansas. He was the kind of good-natured redneck who was prone to uttering "aw shucks" at any given moment. At less than six feet and barely 240 pounds, he was the smallest of our group, but an all-around nice guy.
Niceness doesn't equal talent, though, and it would have been a stretch to call Tucker a decent football player. He was slow-witted, uncoordinated, and pretty much a goofball. Still, on a team that sucked, he fit right in.
Of course, for several months Bobby, Tony, Frank, Zack, and I were reluctant to tell him about that day when we jerked off together in the showers. Wasn't exactly locker room conversation, if you get my drift. We kept Tucker close, though, inviting him to join our weekend cruises to the Dairy Queen, or the reservoir, or the local cineplex. I suspect that we were all keeping a close eye on him, trying to figure out what his deal was. All he did was smile stupidly and chuckle at our jokes.
So it was, we found ourselves in the locker room after once again losing the final game of the high school football season. Tucker seemed to take it all in stride as we peeled off our uniforms.
"Boy, we suck," he said, a mischievous grin on his face.
"We actually got worse this year, if that's possible," Frank added as he checked out a bruise on his thick, muscular bicep.
"Gosh, I'm beat," Tucker sighed. "So that's it? That's the whole football season?"
"'Fraid so," Zack replied.
"So what do you guys usually do after the final game?" Tucker asked.
We all exchanged furtive glances. Frank glared at us sternly, and shook his head.
Bobby decided to break the silence. "So, guys, should we tell him? You know, what we did two years ago."
Tucker looked at us cock-eyed. "Why, what'd you guys do?"
Frank groaned. "Aw, jeez, don't tell him. He doesn't have to know."
Tony grinned and laughed. "We all whacked off on each other in the showers. A good, old-fashioned Texas circle jerk."
Tucker looked shocked for a moment, then a goofy grin spread across his face. "You're jerking me around, aren't you? You guys are something."
Zack let out a wicked laugh, and we all broke out into hearty chuckles. That pretty much killed the conversation, and we went back to changing, although I was pretty certain I saw Tucker glancing at us, perhaps considering the possibility that we weren't kidding at all.
For four months, it seemed as if Tucker had completely forgotten what we'd said that evening in the locker room. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, our little group would gather to work out in the gym after school, a ritual to keep our already oversized bodies from going to pot.
Then came April 19th, my eighteenth birthday, which fell on a Monday. It was almost five, and we'd just spent two hours stretching and lifting weights. By the end of it, we were sweaty and exhausted, and all I wanted to do was get a grab a quick shower and head on home for a birthday dinner with my dad.
And that's what would've happened if Tucker hadn't brought up what he did. I didn't realize he'd been thinking about it for so long.
"So when you guys all whacked off together," he blurted out suddenly as we dried off after our showers, "that was cool? You guys enjoyed it?"
We stopped and looked at each other before Zack answered.
"Well, yeah, how can you NOT enjoy jerking off?"
Bobby chuckled. "Although Frank seemed to have a problem with it at first. But he came around, so to speak."
"Asshole," Frank growled, but we could see he was suppressing a grin.
"It was the first time Sloan did anything with us, too," Tony added. "Right?"
Having already stripped down to nothing, my cock was already rock-hard from the memory of that event. I was keeping it covered with a crumpled towel, but I decided it was time to have some fun.
"It sure showed me who my friends were," I replied as I smiled, dropping my towel to the floor. All eight inches of my dick sprang up before me, and I wrapped my hand around the shaft, slowly pumping it, putting on a show for Tucker.
His eyes just about bugged out of his head when he saw me jerking off in front of everybody. Everyone else looked at me and grinned.
Then, one by one, they all dropped their towels, pulling out their hardening cocks and starting to masturbate right there in the locker room.
"Come on," coaxed Bobby as he placed his free hand on Tucker's shoulder. "Don't you know we do everything together?"
The room started to get warmer from the heat generated by our burly bodies. Tucker's eyes darted from cock to cock, checking out all of our equipment.
Finally, he grinned goofily. "Aw shucks," he drawled as he pulled away his towel, revealing his seven-inch dick. He sat back down on a bench and started massaging his shaft with his fingers. His cock was so red it practically glowed.
"Feelin' good?" Tony asked, rubbing his hairy belly as he pumped his own dick.
"Hell, yeah," Tucker moaned.
I looked at his crimson rod as he rubbed it. I saw it twitch as a glistening drop of precum seeped out, hanging on the tip of his cock. I licked my lips, wanting so much to taste it, to suck it off. I stared at the muscles in his arms and chest flexing and swelling as he jerked himself off. I watched as a bead of sweat rolled down his chest, right between his fleshy pecs. Tucker looked at my own, sweaty body and flashed a toothy grin.
To hell with it, I thought. Or maybe I wasn't thinking, because that grin on Tucker's face evaporated as I took a step towards him and got down on my knees. Before he could even yelp, I plunged his stiff, throbbing cock into my hot, wet mouth.
"Damn," I heard Zack gasping behind me.
"He sucks cock," Frank blurted out as if his mind was unable to comprehend what he was witnessing. "Big Sloan sucks cock?"
I didn't care what they thought. I wrapped my arms around Tucker's thighs and placed my hands on his ass as I bobbed my head up and down, sucking feverishly on his slick rod.
"Aw, fuck," Tucker groaned. His big hands clamped around the edges of the bench, clinging for dear life.
Tony stepped up next to us and stared, fascinated by the sight of a guy sucking another guy off. He watched my lips caressing Tucker's shaft as I slurped on it.
"How is he?" Tony asked.
Tucker moaned. "Aw, fuck, man, Sloan's fucking great."
I smiled, so glad that I was really pleasing him.
Tucker's ass slid back and forth across the bench, made slick by the sweat rolling off his body. He thrust his hips, trying desperately to ram more of his cock down my throat, but I was still self-admittedly a novice cocksucker. I was comfortable getting only about two-thirds of his dick in my mouth before I started gagging and had to let up.
Tucker got the hint and let me suck him at my own pace. I listened to his raspy breath growing more labored. "Aw, jeez, I'm gonna cum," he groaned. "I'm gonna cum!"
I looked up at Tucker's face, at his big brown eyes. He smiled back at me and closed those eyes as they rolled back into his head.
"Jeez, man, you gonna swallow it?" Tony asked incredulously.
I didn't have to answer, because Tucker started growling like a dog in heat before finally screaming out, "Aw, fuck, I'm cumming!"
He grunted as jets of hot spunk shot out of his cock into my waiting mouth. I swallowed it greedily, savoring the taste as Tucker's orgasm tapered off. "Aw, man," he moaned as he put his hands on my sweaty head. I continued sucking on his dick, trying to draw out as much cum as I could.
"That was so awesome," Tony said as he slowly jerked his dick just inches from my face.
"Why didn't you tell us you sucked dick?" Frank asked.
"Yeah," Zack said, "we're your friends."
I pulled Tucker's softening dick out of my mouth and looked up at the others. "I thought you guys would think it was uncool," I said lamely.
"Hey, getting your cock sucked is always cool," Tony said.
I grinned and turned to him, stuffing his cock into my still-hungry mouth. His mouth opened wide in a big O.
"Ah, ah," he panted as I slipped his pole in and out of my mouth. The other guys gathered around as I put my hands on Tony's sweaty lower back and pushed his cock as far into my mouth as I could stand.
Tony rested his hands on my head as he gently fucked my mouth. "Oh, Jesus, Sloan," he whimpered, "that feels so good." Zack, Frank, and Bobby stood around us, furiously pumping on their cocks, getting turned on by the sight of Tony having his cock serviced.
It didn't take long for Tony's body to start shaking, his big furry belly heaving as he was consumed by his orgasm. In the throes of his climax, he panted desperately. "Oh, yeah. Drink it, Sloan. Drink my cum."
His cock spewed out spurt after spurt of his sweet-tasting jizz onto my tongue, and I swallowed every drop of it.
No sooner had Tony finished cumming, I abandoned his cock and gobbled up Zack's stiff rod, sucking the precum right out of it.
"Aw, fuck," Zack yelled out as I ran my tongue across the sensitive underside of his shaft. Having been masturbating while watching me suck off Tucker and Tony, Zack was ready to cum within seconds.
"God, you're incredible, Sloan," Zack groaned as his cock throbbed in my mouth, spilling forth with rivers of hot spunk. As with the others, I gulped down every last drop. Well, not quite. I could feel a drop of cum rolling down the side of my mouth.
Zack pulled away, and I saw Frank and Bobby standing nearby, fists pounding on their stiff shafts.
"Come on," I said, beckoning to both of them. They both stepped up to me, and I grasped their dicks in each of my hands, drawing them together until their erections were pressed together.
"Oh, man, this is fucked up," Frank bellowed in his gruff voice, but it was soon replaced by low moans as I flicked my tongue over both Frank's and Bobby's cockheads, lapping up the precum.
I then opened wide and took the tips of both of their dicks into my mouth, sucking on them as my thick hand pumped both of them together.
I sank as much of their cocks into my mouth as possible, perhaps about four inches, then started sucking away hungrily. My mouth had never felt so full in my life.
Bobby put his strong hands on Frank's muscular shoulders, both to steady himself and to keep Frank from falling. With my head bobbing up and down between their hot bellies, I could feel the sweat dripping down their bodies as they grunted together.
"You gonna cum?" Bobby whispered to Frank.
"Yeah, man," Frank groaned.
"Come on, let's cum in Sloan's mouth together," Bobby suggested. "Make him swallow it all."
They thrusted their bodies together, ramming their cocks into my mouth as their grunts grew into animal-like snarls.
Frank and Bobby both cried out as they came together in my mouth, filling up my mouth with hot cum, forcing me to swallow mouthful after mouthful of their sweet sperm. Some of it still ran out of my mouth and down their shafts, though, and as their climaxes came to their ends, I carefully cleaned off their softening organs with my tongue.
Zack patted me on the head. "Damn, Sloan. I wished I'd found out about this side of you years ago."
I sat back on the cold, hard floor, dripping sweat onto it as I licked my lips, savoring the taste of my teammates' cum. I let out a little belch, and everybody laughed.
"Hey, man," Tony said, pointing to my stiff cock, "Sloan hasn't gotten off, yet."
He was right. My dick was so hard that it hurt.
"Don't suppose any of you guys want to blow me," I chuckled.
"Hey, Sloan," Tony asked, bubbling with curiosity, "you ever been fucked up the ass?"
Zack bristled. "Don't ask him that."
"I just thought, you know," Tony blurted out, "I thought fags like to do that kind of stuff."
Tony was so ignorant he was cute. "Well, actually, uh..." I glanced over at Bobby. "Yeah, I have gotten fucked."
"What does it feel like?" Tony asked. It was kind of weird, a bunch of linemen standing around, still dripping cum out of their dicks, discussing anal sex.
Frank laughed and punched Tony playfully on the shoulder. "Why, Tony, you wanna get fucked in the ass?"
Tony grinned sheepishly. "Well, yeah, I was kinda wondering what it was like."
I didn't actually think it was physically possible, but my dick instantly became even stiffer.
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