"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"
by fratbear (thefratbear@yahoo.com)
Chapter 54: The Grizzlies
"I really like the cherry flavor," the sandy-haired, pale-skinned behemoth of an offensive lineman said after chugging down a small can of the Bare Power sports drink. His lips were a comical shade of bright red after having downed the artificially colored drink, which stood out against his pale, youthful face.
"Dude, Terry, you look like you're wearing lipstick," teased Sal, a mean-looking, hairy Italian with a stubbled face and thickly built musclebear body.
Terry smirked and raised his hand with an extended middle finger, and both he and Sal laughed. Watching this exchange reminded me of my locker room antics with my football teammates in high school, especially since Terry had such a smooth, young-looking face that he looked more like a high school freshman than a junior on the Northeast Illinois University Grizzlies football team. However, he definitely had the body of an adult man, which was evident because he was standing in the locker room with just a towel around his waist.
In fact, the four young men from the Grizzlies' offensive line who were standing before me were all completely naked except for their towels, having just showered after finishing that afternoon's football practice. Their coach Parker, my old fraternity brother from college, and my co-worker Dave were also standing on either side of me, watching the young men as they tasted various flavors of energy bars and sports drinks.
Parker had selected these four linemen to do a taste test of some of the Bare Power products that Dave and I had brought over from Los Angeles. From their reactions, it looked like our goal of making Bare Power an official brand sponsor of the Grizzlies football team was likely.
There was Terry, with his mop of sandy hair, cute face, and doughy, husky, smooth body. Sal was tanned and hairy, his body packed with thick muscles. Boris, the dark-haired and furry Russian whom I had blown the previous day, was also there, currently chewing on a chocolate chip energy bar. And finally there was the fat, brown-haired, and bearded redneck Harvey, who looked like a Midwestern farmer and was the team's center.
Dave, who had awakened that morning with a hangover and only hazy memories of our romp in bed the previous night, was busy jotting down notes about the young men's opinions of the various flavors. We'd treated his hangover with a big breakfast of steak and eggs and multiple cups of coffee. He didn't want to talk much about what we'd done, though he did make sure to let me know that he had fun.
Meanwhile, Parker was observing the scene with his arms crossed, looking stern and serious, nodding occasionally in approval as his players sampled each Bare Power product. I looked over at him and gave him a thumbs up, and he just responded with a nod and a slight smile. He was being the old silent, taciturn Parker whom I had known in college.
"So guys, what do you think?" I asked, and all four men turned to look at me.
"These are great," Harvey remarked. "I can see myself eating a couple of these energy bars before a game."
"I'm already feeling a little jittery from these drinks," Boris added.
Sal raised his hand as if he were in class. "You know what would be really cool, though?"
"What?" I asked.
"If you guys made protein drinks and bars. I've really been looking for something that can help me build some muscle mass."
Boris perked up. "Definitely, I could go for a good protein drink after a workout."
All the other linemen nodded and murmured in agreement.
"That's actually a great idea," I said, looking at Dave to make sure that he was taking notes. "I think we'll have to bring that up with the company."
"Hey, Mr. Cosgrove," Harvey suddenly interjected, "Coach told us that you used to play ball in college."
"That's right," I responded, cringing a little at being addressed as "Mr. Cosgrove." "We were both offensive linemen back in Texas."
"You got any dirt you can tell us about him?" Harvey asked, a big grin on his bearded face.
Parker raised his hand, signaling that he wanted to put an end to this. "Now boys, let's stay on topic here."
Harvey shrugged, feigning ignorance. "I don't know what the big secret is. Boris told us that you used to fuck him in school, and that yesterday he even sucked off Boris."
I watched as Parker's entire body tensed up, and he looked like he was going to start yelling. But then he slumped forward, resigned to the fact that it was no longer a secret.
I looked over at Dave, whose mouth was hanging open in astonishment. I then looked over at Harvey, who was still grinning stupidly.
"Harvey, right?" I said, and he nodded. "That's right, I did. Sounds like you want some of that, too."
"Uh, sure, Mr. Cosgrove," Harvey replied, his dumb grin growing even bigger. "I'd sure like that a lot."
All the other guys in the locker room watched slack-jawed as I walked up to their team's center, reached out, and pulled on his towel until it loosened and fell to the floor. His hard six-inch cock sprang up, having stiffened in seconds in anticipation of getting a blowjob from his coach's old college buddy.
I looked over Harvey's hefty, fuzzy chest and belly, admiring the chunkiness of his body. "Man, I fucked guys that looked like you all through college."
Harvey gulped. "Do you still?"
"Sometimes," I replied, then I kneeled in front of him and swallowed his entire erect cock.
"Oh my god," Harvey moaned as I began to give him the blowjob of his life.
I clamped my hands around his stout calves as I drove his stiff shaft in and out of my mouth. I could see the other three offensive linemen dropping their towels and working their cocks to full erections with their hands. I couldn't see Dave or Parker, who were standing behind me, and I wondered if they were jerking off, too.
"Holy shit, Harvey," Terry exclaimed. "He's really sucking you good."
"Fuck, it feels good," Harvey groaned as he thrust his hips, fucking my mouth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Boris, the big Russian lineman whose cum I'd swallowed the day before, walking over towards us, his big, hard dick bobbing as he approached. He stepped up behind me and began to tug at my clothes, undressing me as I continued to blow his buddy. In less than thirty seconds, including a moment when I had to stop blowing Harvey so that Boris could pull my tank top off, I was completely naked and practically on all fours, with Harvey standing there, fucking my mouth.
And then I felt Boris guiding the head of his cock to my asshole, and I knew that he wanted to do to me what he'd seen his coach do the day before. Kneeling behind me, Boris pushed his cock into my ass, and I moaned as I felt it slide into my body. With a grunt, Boris began to hump my ass quickly and forcefully like a typical young, horny kid.
The two other linemen, Terry and Sal, walked over to us and stood on either side of me, both of them pumping their cock as they watched me getting spit-roasted by their teammates. Their expressions were a combination of curiosity and sheer sexual abandon.
I released my grip on Harvey's thick calves and reached up to either side of me to take Terry's and Sal's cocks in each of my hands, and I began jerking both of them off. Now I was managing to stimulate the cocks of four young, naked, husky, and horny offensive linemen. They all grunted, groaned, and moaned as they humped their bodies, fucking my ass, mouth, and hands, all of them eager to blow their loads in me or on me.
Harvey was the first, his moans of pleasure building to animal grunts of ecstasy as his fat, fuzzy body began to shake.
"I'm gonna cum!" he declared as his cock suddenly swelled up in my mouth and began to spurt jets of hot cum down my eager throat.
"Fuck, yeah," Boris groaned as he pounded my ass with increasingly violent thrusts until he finally let out a yell. "Fuuuck!"
I felt Boris' cock pulsing in my ass as he blasted my insides with his young jizz. He came so hard that it felt like his sperm was shooting all the way up to my throat.
As Boris continued to fuck the rest of his load into my ass, Harvey's orgasm finally subsided, and he gently pulled his dripping cock out of my mouth.
"Thanks, Mr. Cosgrove," he said.
"Hey, I just swallowed your cum," I replied, grinning, "You can call me Sloan." I looked at Terry and Sal, whose cocks were dripping with sticky precum as I jerked them off. "Who's next?"
"I think that'll be me." I looked over to see Parker approaching, with Dave following close behind. To my surprise, both of them were completely naked and masturbating just like the linemen. Dave had a befuddled look on his face, as if he couldn't believe that he was in the middle of an all-guy gang bang with his boss.
Parker replaced Harvey in front of me, and I wrapped my lips around his cock and began sucking on it, excited that I'd get to swallow his cum again after all these years.
I felt Boris pull his big cock out of my ass. "Who wants to fuck him?"
"Me!" Terry exclaimed excitedly, pulling his cock from my hand and kneeling behind me. Terry's cock was thick and a full eight inches long, but he slid it into my ass, now loosened up by Boris' energetic fucking, with ease. "Oh yeah," he groaned as he pushed it all the way into my body, enjoying the warmth of my insides enveloping his shaft.
Soon, Parker and Terry were fucking my mouth and ass just as Harvey and Boris had done just minutes earlier. I continued to pump Sal's cock with my fist, and I beckoned my co-worker Dave over to me. After a moment of hesitation, Dave slowly approached me, and I reached out with my other hand, grabbed his erection, and began jerking him off, too.
Once again, the locker room became a symphony of gasps and groans as I serviced four hard cocks again. I added to the sounds with my moans as Harvey, having shot his load down my throat, kneeled down next to me, grabbed my stiff erection, which was practically drooling with precum, and began pumping it with his fist.
His coach, my old friend Parker, began to shake as I brought him to orgasm with my mouth. With a characteristically soft grunt, he plunged his cock all the way in and held it there as his warm jizz blasted straight down my throat to my stomach. I was thrilled that I was able to fill my belly with my frat brother's sperm again.
"Thanks, Sloan," he murmured as he slid his cock out of my mouth and stepped back.
I looked down at Harvey, who was still jerking on my own stiff cock with his fist. He looked back at me and grinned.
I then looked up at Dave, standing there with his penis in my hand and still looking flummoxed. "Dave, I think you need to feed me your cum now."
Dave shrugged and stepped forward to replace Parker, and I placed my mouth over his dripping cock, a cock which had just shot a load deep into my ass the previous night.
"Oh fuck, Sloan," Dave moaned as I sucked hungrily on his cock, wanting to make him cum as quickly as I could. He gripped my hair in his fingers, probably enjoying being able to mouth-fuck his boss without fear of reprisal. His body was already glistening with sweat from all of the excitement of watching the other guys cum inside me.
And he was about to see it again, because youthful-looking Terry, whom I'd already nearly brought to orgasm with my hand while his teammate Boris had been fucking me, finally climaxed as he pounded my ass with his huge cock. He let out an enthusiastic shout as he began to shoot thick ropes of cum that I felt splashing against the walls of my ass, giving me a warm sensation in my belly. I felt drops of sweat flying off his body onto my naked back as his body trembled.
"Holy fuck," Terry groaned as his body spasmed a few more times, and he pumped a few more spurts of semen into my ass. "That felt awesome."
He pulled his cock out of my ass, which was now dripping with the sperm of two young football players. Now a third one was eager to add to it as Sal, the hairy Italian muscle bear lineman, pulled his dick from my hand and kneeled behind me to replace Terry, quickly shoving his big shaft into my ass and pounding away.
"Oh my god," Dave groaned from the sight of Sal slamming my ass. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum."
I could feel his legs trembling as if they were going to buckle. Dave then whimpered as he began to cum, his hot semen spilling from his cock into my mouth. I savored the taste of his cum as it poured onto my tongue before flowing down my throat to my belly. After more than a year of putting up with his conservative, uptight demeanor at work, I'd taken Dave's loads in my ass and mouth in just the past fourteen hours.
Dave just stood there, breathing heavily, as I sucked out any last remnants of his sperm from his dick. His grip on my hair loosened as he relaxed. He finally pulled out of my mouth and stepped back, looking a little dizzy and like he might collapse on the floor in a dazed heap.
Sal wrapped his arms around my chest and held me up as he continued to pound my ass with his cock. I looked around the room at Boris, Terry, Parker, and Dave, who were all standing around us after having blasted their loads into me.
I then looked down at Harvey the center, who was still hunched down, working my shaft with his fat fingers. He had built up a nice rhythm, and I could feel that he was going to make me shoot soon.
"You're gonna make me cum," I whispered to him.
I was surprised by his response. "Do you want to cum in my ass?" he asked.
"Hell yeah," I answered.
Releasing his grip on my shaft, Harvey positioned his big, husky body on all fours in front of me, backing his ass up to my dripping cock. I took my cock in my hand and pressed the tip against Harvey's inviting asshole. He then backed up further, impaling himself on my hard shaft, sinking it deep into his ass as he let out a loud, long sigh of delight.
This big, bearded center who looked like a redneck farmer then began to move his body back and forth, fucking my cock as his teammate Sal thrust his shaft into my ass. Sal's breaths were hot on the back of my neck as he got closer to blowing his load inside me.
But Harvey had already brought me nearly to orgasm with his hand, and so it only took about a minute of him riding my cock before I suddenly felt lightheaded, and waves of pleasure began crashing through my body. I jolted as my cock began to throb in Harvey's ass, and I blasted my sperm deep into his ass.
"Fuck yeah," Harvey sighed as he felt himself being filled with my cum, and I wondered how often he'd been fucked in the ass like this.
Spurred on by the sensation of my ass contracting around his pounding cock, Sal also began to cum, ejaculating the fifth load of cum that I'd taken in my ass in just the past day. Sal and I were shaking as we both continued to cum, while Harvey was shaking from the pleasure of feeling my load in his bowels.
Sal finally pulled his cock out of me, and the sperm of three young men dripped out of my ass, down my leg, and onto the floor of the locker room.
Finally, I pulled my cock out of Harvey's ass and then fell onto my back on the floor, completely exhausted. Parker, Dave, and the four young offensive linemen then approached and stood over me, looking down at my ravaged body and the look of supreme satisfaction on my face.
"So," I asked, "you think we can come to a sponsorship deal?"
Parker grinned. "I think we'll be able to come to an agreement."