"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear" is the sequel to "Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear," a novel originally published online in 2001 and currently available at:
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"Sloan Cosgrove 2, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Bear"
Chapter 52: The Coach
September 2013
"That can't be Big Daddy, no fucking way." I was greeted by the friendly, still baby-faced visage of my old fraternity brother Parker as he stood up from his desk and came around to give me a big bear hug.
It was about as boisterous as I'd ever heard him, and even now he was still remarkably soft-spoken. Parker had always been a quiet one even though he had been a frat bro, offensive lineman on the Southern Texas University football team, NFL offensive lineman, and now the offensive line coach of the Grizzlies, the football team of Northeast Illinois University on the north side of Chicago.
Now that he was in his mid-thirties, Parker was still handsome and smooth-faced. Even in college I'd suspected that he was unable to grow a beard, though now he'd swapped out the wire-framed glasses he'd worn in college for a pair of black, thick-framed Buddy Holly glasses that made him look like an intellectual even though he still maintained the 300-pound-plus body of an active lineman.
Now he looked like your typical college football coach, dressed in khakis and a blue windbreaker over a knit polo shirt. As for myself, I was dressed for business, opting to take a cue from my co-worker Dave, who had accompanied me to Chicago, and wearing a navy blue blazer, dress shirt, and slacks. This is probably what Parker was reacting to; he'd never seen me dressed for business when we were in college. In fact, the last time we'd spent time together was when he shot his load in my ass the night before graduation.
"Look at you," Parker said as he stood back and looked me over. "With the beard and everything."
"Oh yeah," I said, running my hand over my beard. I'd forgotten that I'd been clean-shaven the entire time I'd known him in college.
"And you're some kind of marketing professional now."
"That's right," I answered. "Brand publicity."
Parker shook his head. "I met my share of brand and marketing people when I was playing in the NFL. None of them looked like you."
I grinned. "I like to think that I'm one-of-a-kind in our field."
"Yeah, they looked more like your friend here." Parker was referring to Dave, who'd been observing our reunion with bemusement.
"This is Dave," I said as Parker and Dave shook hands. "He works under me, though lately he's more like my partner at the firm."
"Great to meet you, Parker," Dave said, still gripping Parker's hand. "I'm eager to chat with you about what it was like to play in the majors."
"Dave got drafted onto a major league baseball team after college but got injured before he could start playing," I explained.
"Oh, wow, I'm happy to discuss it," Parker replied. "How much has Sloan told you about our college days?"
"Not much. Just that you were in the same frat and were both on the football team."
Parker grinned and looked at me. "Those were some of the best days of my life. But I'm guessing you want to talk business first."
The business that Dave and I had traveled to Chicago to discuss was expanding the market and the marketing for Bare Power energy bars and beverages. During a brainstorming session a few months earlier, we'd come up with the idea of sponsoring college athletics teams. After all, after Gatorade was invented at the University of Florida and was tested on the Florida Gators football team, it eventually became the official sports drink of the NFL in 1969.
Coincidentally, about the time we had this brainstorming session, I'd read about Parker's retirement from professional football and his new coaching job at Northeast Illinois University. I decided to reach out to him to see if he could connect us with university officials and the athletic director about sponsoring their football and baseball teams. He was immediately open to the idea and invited me out to Chicago to make a presentation to him and some of his athletes.
We'd briefed each other a bit on our post-college lives during our first phone call. I learned that Parker had married and divorced while playing in the NFL, and now he was still single. I told him about moving to Los Angeles and working in the film industry for a while before getting my brand P.R. job at HartBPM. Parker was surprised that I'd settled for a white collar career.
One thing we didn't discuss was the numerous times I'd sucked him dry and been fucked by his massive cock when we were living in the Delt House back in Texas. I refrained from bringing it up, knowing that Parker was had always identified as a straight guy and that our sexual adventures together were probably just an experimental phase of his life. And he didn't bring it up, either, which is why I was taken by surprise when he suddenly brought it up with Dave as soon as we finished pitching our ideas for the Bare Power sponsorship.
"Hey, did Sloan tell you about how we used to fuck around in college?" Parker asked.
Dave was just as taken by surprise by the question as I was but tried to play it cool. "Uh, no. Like what?"
Parker grinned, glancing over at me. "What DIDN'T we do, right? You know we used to call him Big Daddy?"
"Yeah," Dave replied, "I was wondering why you called him that earlier."
"Because everything about him is big."
"Hey," I interjected, "it's not like you're some kind of dwarf yourself."
"True," Parker said, sounding wistful. "Okay, how about if you guys come back tomorrow after practice, and you can meet some of my guys."
"Sure thing," I replied, looking over at Dave, who nodded in agreement. "And we can bring some samples for you to try."
"Sounds good." Parker leaned back in his chair. "Hey, you got some time? We've got a lot of catching up to do. It's been over ten years!"
"Absolutely," I replied, turning to Dave. "Hey, did you want to go and explore the city? We can meet back at the hotel for dinner."
"Sure thing," Dave said, standing and shaking Parker's hand. "It was nice meeting you."
When Dave had left, closing the door to Parker's office behind him, Parker smiled slyly. "Clearly you haven't told him anything about all the wild shit you've done."
I grinned back. "Technically, I'm his boss. I could get nailed for sexual harassment. Besides, he's straight as they come."
Parker shrugged. "That doesn't mean anything. I mean, I am, too, pretty much."
"So you've never fucked another dude since me."
Parker chuckled. "You were my first and only."
"Well, I'm honored," I replied.
"Man, where did the time go?" Parker suddenly turned wistful again.
"Yeah, well, look at all you've done. A decade in the NFL. And now coaching."
"And don't forget about the failed marriage."
"You've got plenty of time," I replied. "Besides, you're still a hot piece of meat."
"Thanks, man." Parker smiled bashfully. It was true, he was still a remarkably handsome mountain of a man.
I stood up and walked around his desk. Parker turned in his office chair to face me, looking like he'd been expecting this, perhaps even hoping for it. He nodded approvingly as I kneeled and began unbuttoning and unzipping his khakis. Neither of us said a word as I pulled down his pants and underwear, and his huge cock, already fully hard, popped up before me. It looked just as I remembered from our frat house days, thick, veiny, and dark red, a total contrast to the rest of his pale, smooth body.
Parker let out a soft moan as I enveloped the head of his erect cock with my mouth. He obviously hadn't had a blowjob in some time. His moans grew louder as I sank more of his shaft into my mouth, my lips sliding across the surface.
"Thank you," he murmured as I began to suck him off lovingly. "I fucking missed this."
Yeah, me, too, I thought as I bobbed my head up and down over him, enjoying the feeling of his meat in my mouth. It wasn't long before I could taste his precum seeping onto my tongue. I slid my hands under Parker's polo shirt and ran them over his big, soft belly, even bigger and softer than in college, but just as silky smooth. I'd always enjoyed how smooth and soft his skin was, especially for a big, rough offensive lineman.
Parker's breathing was getting heavier as I sucked harder on his huge pole of meat, which grew stiffer as it swelled. I could tell it wouldn't be long before he'd flood my mouth with his cum.
But then I suddenly heard the door to his office open and a sudden exclamation of, "Oh shit, sorry!"
Startled, I pulled my mouth off Parker's dick and looked up to see a burly, dark-haired young man in a letterman's jacket and jeans in the doorway, a befuddled expression on his stubbled face as he averted his eyes.
"Come in and shut the door!" Parker whispered loudly. Surprisingly, instead of trying to cover himself up, he jerked on his cock, still slick with my saliva, to keep it hard.
"Sorry, coach!" The young man seemed to fumble with the doorknob as he closed the door and locked it behind him. "I didn't know, I just needed to..." That was when he seemed to suddenly realize what he'd just walked into and turned his head to look at us, me on my knees in front of his coach, who was lazily pumping his huge, stiff, dripping erection in his fist.
"This is Boris," Parker explained to me, "one of my linemen. I call him my Russian bear." He then looked up at a still befuddled Boris. "Boris, Sloan here's an old buddy from college. We were in the same frat, and he was an offensive lineman, too."
"Hi, sir," Boris said, giving me an awkward wave with a big, meaty hand.
"Did you need something?" Parker asked.
"I, uh, just needed to ask about the practice schedule next week, but it can wait."
"Do you want your dick sucked?" Parker looked at me, grinning mischievously. "Sloan's a great cocksucker."
"Coach?" Boris was obviously confused.
"Get your ass over here, Boris," Parker said as he stood and gestured to his office chair.
Hesitating for only a moment, Boris lumbered towards us. He probably wasn't even 21 years old, yet, but he was almost as big as Parker, six-foot-one and 300 pounds of fat and muscle packed on his thick frame.
As Boris walked around the desk to join us, from my vantage point on my knees, I could see his eyes cast downward, fixating on Parker's rock-hard erection, a long strand of precum hanging from the tip. I realized that Boris was fascinated by his coach's huge cock, after all.
"Sit," Parker commanded, and the confused young bear of a lineman took a seat on the office chair.
I immediately got to work, undoing Boris' jeans and pulling his soft cock out. Even though he was still otherwise fully dressed, I could tell that his body was probably covered with dark fur. I rubbed his soft penis, and I smiled as it begin to swell and harden in my fingers.
"Fuck," Boris murmured under his breath as his cock stiffened to a thick, seven-inch-long, perfectly straight pole. Like Parker's dick, it was also dark red in color.
As soon as it was fully hard, I plunged it into my mouth, swallowing its entire length and immediately sucking furiously on it. Boris gasped, stunned by how suddenly and enthusiastically I was working on his meat, my mouth making slurping noises as to moved up and down his shaft.
Parker whispered encouragement as he watched me blowing one of his unsuspecting linemen in his office chair. "You like that, Boris? You like getting your cock sucked?"
"Yeah, coach," Boris moaned as I blew him.
"I'm gonna show you what we used to do back at the frat house," Parker said, and then I felt him kneel behind me. He reached around my body to undo my pants, which he then pushed down to expose my ass.
In the weeks leading up to my trip to Chicago to reunite with Parker, I'd fantasized about getting a taste of his cock again after all these years, but I never thought I'd get to feel it in my ass again. And now it was about to happen.
I felt the tip of Parker's cock pressing against my asshole, and then with a shove and a grunt, Parker pushed into me. Even as I continued sucking eagerly on Boris' cock, I groaned as Parker's huge rod slid into my ass.
Placing a strong hand on my back, Parker began to fuck my ass with steady, powerful thrusts, and I suddenly felt like I was back in my room at the Delt House, getting spit-roasted by massive football players.
"Oh fuck, coach," Boris groaned as he watched Parker pounding my ass as his dick was being serviced by my hungry mouth. "I can't... I..." He was in such a state of pure bliss that he was unable to form any coherent sentences.
"Didn't think you'd be doing this when you woke up this morning, did you, Boris?" Parker said as he continued plunging his pole deep into my body.
"No, coach." Boris' big, burly body was writhing on the office chair.
By this point, I had grabbed my own rock-hard cock and was furiously jerking off as I was being fucked from both ends. I was hoping that all three of us would be able to blow our loads at the same time, but it was not to be, because Boris suddenly began to grunt loudly.
"I'm gonna cum," he groaned in between grunts. "I'm gonna cum!"
"Yeah, Boris," Parker grunted as he thrust his cock into me with increasing force. "Make him swallow your load."
Boris let out a wail as his cock began pulsing, and warm jets of his young sperm filled my mouth. I savored the taste of his jizz before gulping it down my throat. His body shook violently as he continued cumming in my mouth, intense, jagged breaths escaping from his mouth.
I was so excited by having given this young bear of a man such a powerful orgasm that my own cock exploded in my hand, shooting out thick, white ropes of semen onto the carpeted floor of Parker's office.
"Fuck!" Parker cried out, feeling my ass squeezing on his cock as I came.
Parker made a several quick thrusts, and I suddenly felt his cum erupting from his pounding dick and coating the walls of my ass. It was a familiar feeling that triggered so many memories of my youth. Parker shoved his shaft all the way into me and held it there, his massive body shaking as he ejaculated the last jets of his sperm into my guts.
Even as Parker was still trembling behind me with his cock buried in my ass, I pulled my mouth off Boris and looked up at the young lineman's sweaty, appreciative face.
"So, anyway," I sighed, "I'm an old friend of your coach's."
Boris smiled shyly. "I'm Boris."
Parker sighed and patted my back. "So you'll be back tomorrow, right? I'll introduce you to more of my players."