"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 10: Defense
I don't think any of us in the locker room even dared to breathe, except for Coach Smallwood, whose nostrils were flaring as he stood there glaring at the group of hulking linemen that he'd coached for four seasons of high school football.
And there I was, hunched over Tony's crouched frame with my dick up his ass, surrounded by an audience of my buddies. Was there any way to explain my way out of it? I could have said that I'd tripped on the way out of the showers and accidentally impaled Tony's ass with my dick, but that would've sounded just plain stupid.
Tony, dumb lug that he was, answered meekly. "Sloan's gay, and he was showing me what it feels like to be fucked."
"Is that so?" Coach Smallwood sneered as I pulled my cock out of Tony. "I always knew there was something funny about you, Cosgrove."
Tony and I stood up and faced him. I felt a little self-conscious about my dick, which was still standing at full attention despite my mental attempts to force the erection down. Damn those overactive teenage hormones.
Tony fidgeted nervously, still squirming from his first fuck. He stuttered worriedly. "Y- you're not gonna t- tell anybody, are you?"
"Well, that depends," Coach replied, grinning fiendishly and cupping his crotch in his hand. "On whether or not I go home satisfied."
Time seemed to stop as the room became completely silent. It was if I had time to finally digest everything that was happening. The growing bulge in Coach's sweatpants told me that my day was far from over.
I looked over the cloth of his sweatshirt stretched over his thick, muscular frame. You know, four years of hating him had kept me from really seeing what a hot, handsome bear Coach Smallwood was. That was it. There was no way I was going to be able to get rid of my hard-on. Coach's fiery eyes burned into me, and I knew that he wanted to ride my ass one more time. Literally.
Time snapped back to full speed as I walked up to him and reached down, pulling his sweatshirt up and over his head. He kept his eyes locked onto mine, finally allowing a small smile to shine through the tough façade. His chest bulged with muscles, covered in a bed of thick, brown fur. I ran my fingers through the hair, something I'd never thought I'd ever do. He chuckled, a bit ticklish, as I slipped my fingers across his soft, furry belly.
"You want to fuck me, Coach?" I murmured to him. "You want to shove your dick up my ass?"
I could tell I was getting him even hotter. "Yes," he hissed as his stiffening cock poked against his sweatpants.
I curled my hand around the fabric-sheathed shape of his shaft, massaging it with my fingers. Coach closed his eyes and let out a barely-audible groan, his stomach tightening.
Coach suddenly leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, forcing his tongue past my lips and entwining it around mine. I moaned as we kissed hungrily, feeling a bit lost in the heat of the moment.
I let go of his dick, and we wrapped our meaty arms around one another, pressing our bodies together. His strong fingers dug into my back as I slid my hands down, slipping them under the waistband of his sweatpants, kneading the flesh of his muscular ass.
I suddenly remembered that there was an audience standing around us, watching as we engaged in our lip-lock and powerful embrace. I'd better give them a good show, I thought.
I yanked down Coach's sweatpants. The other guys gasped as Coach's nine-inch erection flopped out. Still sucking his tongue into my mouth, I moved my body around until our two cocks were pressed together between our bodies.
Finally, I pulled my head away from his. A thin line of saliva connected our lips, then broke and dripped onto my chin. Coach chuckled and wiped it away with his finger.
"You've really grown these past few years, Cosgrove," he whispered as he brushed back my mussed, sweaty hair. "I wish we'd done this sooner."
"Just wait until he sucks your dick," Tony said cheerfully.
"He won't have to wait," I replied, and I immediately dropped to my knees and gulped down Coach's hot cock.
"Damn..." That was all he could grunt as I slurped on his immense shaft, only able to get a few inches of it into my still-hungry mouth.
He gripped my hair in his fingers as he thrust his body, trying to ram more of his dick down my throat, and I started to choke. Let's face it, deep-throating was an art that I hadn't even come close to mastering. I finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked the long shaft with my tongue. Coach Smallwood's whole body shivered in delight, and precum seeped out of his cock and dripped down the shaft into my mouth.
I looked up at his face, lost in pure pleasure. He opened his eyes and looked down at me. "Oh, man, don't stop," he pleaded.
"Hey, I thought you wanted to fuck me," I reminded him.
A huge grin lit up his face, and he nodded eagerly, looking more like a hyperactive child than a rough-hewn gym coach. "Where do you want to do it?" he asked.
I scanned the locker room, my eyes stopping to admire the naked bodies of my teammates. When I finally looked at Zack, he pointed to Coach Smallwood's office in back of the locker room. I grinned and nodded.
"Coach," I said, "I think you need to get some work done at your desk."
He nodded and laughed as we all piled into the small office. Zack and Tucker cleared Coach's cluttered desk, sweeping everything off to the side.
I sat on the edge of the cold wooden desktop as Coach stood in front of me, squirting lube into his hand and greasing up his pole.
"I want to see your face when you shoot your load into me," I said as I lay my large body back on the cold wood, which creaked under my weight.
I raised my legs, and Coach moved between them, letting them rest against his chest and shoulders. He gazed down at my prone, ursine body, running a hand across my round belly.
"I've dreamt of this for years," he murmured. "I know you think I'm the biggest asshole you ever came across in high school, but I just couldn't let any of you guys know how I felt. I didn't want to jeopardize the team."
"Coach," I replied, "I don't know if anything you did could've possibly made our team any worse."
Everybody in the room had a good laugh over that, and Coach took the opportunity to ram his huge dick right up my chute. I stopped laughing and cried out. It didn't hurt, but it just caught me off guard. I was surprised by Coach's roughness, although I knew I shouldn't have been.
I finally let out a long sigh as my ass because accustomed to the feel of Coach's formidable shaft buried deep inside me.
"Did you like that?" he asked.
I nodded. "Never had it done like that before."
He grunted as he started pounding his dick in and out of me, and it felt like it was sinking deeper into my ass with each thrust.
"Aw, fuck," Coach Smallwood moaned as he shoved his shaft through my asshole repeatedly, "you're a horny bear, aren't you, Cosgrove? You like getting fucked."
"Yeah, Coach," I groaned as the desk threatened to collapsed beneath me with each thunderous pump of his cock. "Fuck me harder, Coach."
He obliged, practically reaming me until I thought his cock would rip me in two. The thrusts were so powerful that I couldn't even utter anything recognizable. Just a long string of jagged grunts and cries came out of my mouth and echoed off the walls.
I looked up to find Tony standing at the side of the desk. I turned my head and saw his hard cock dangling right before my face, so I took it into my mouth and started suckling on it.
I felt a warm hand wrap around my still-erect cock and pump furiously on it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that it was Zack, smiling proudly as he jerked me off.
I didn't know such pleasure was even possible. With Coach fucking me up the ass, Zack giving me a hand-job, and Tony ramming his dick into my mouth, I was certain that my body would just overheat and spontaneously combust right there on Coach's old wooden desk.
"You guys are so hot," Coach grunted as his body continued heaving against me. Sweat poured down his chest across my legs, which were starting to get sore from being elevated for so long.
Tony gasped next to me, and I felt his cock throb in my mouth. It started pumping globs of his hot cum down my throat. Not a lot of volume this time- he HAD already cum once, after all- but it was thicker and tastier.
When his body finally stopped shaking, he looked down at me and patted my head with his hairy paw of a hand. "You're really cool, Sloan," he said without the slightest hint of irony.
He pulled his softening dick out my mouth, and I looked down at Zack, still grinning and pumping away at my dick with his fist. I then looked up at Coach's face, which tightened as he near his climax.
"I'm gonna cum, Cosgrove," he snorted as he gripped my calves with his strong hands. "I'm gonna shoot my cum into you." He closed his eyes and let out a loud snarl.
Spasms shook his body as I felt jets of spunk exploding from his cock and filling my bowels, warming my entire belly. Coach grunted and sighed as he gave a few violent, painful thrusts, then settled back, hugging my legs as he panted for air.
"Man, I can't believe I just did that," he moaned as he slowly slid his cock out of my ass, letting me lower my feet to the floor. Cum still dripped from his dick as he stood there, still coming down from his orgasm.
Zack picked up the pace with his fist, pounding my shaft until it was a dark purple. It felt so good, and I thought how lucky Zack was to be such a skilled masturbator.
That old familiar squeezing feeling began to fill my stomach, and I knew I was going to cum again. "Oh, fuck, Zack," I groaned. "I'm gonna..."
I didn't even get to finish my sentence, because my belly shook, and a volley of cum shot out of my dick and splattered across it. Zack grinned and continued jerking on the shaft as it spat out more globs of juice that dripped over his hand.
Finally, I settled back onto the desk, my body still trembling from the life's worth of sexual experiences that had just been packed into a single afternoon.
We all stayed still as we regained out breaths and reflected on what had just happened in our high school locker room.
Zack held up his hand and looked closely at the cum dripping over it. He seemed fascinated by the sight of it. "Hey, Cosgrove," he finally said to break the silence.
"Yeah?"
"Happy birthday, dude."
Well, I thought to myself as I lay there on the desk, at least I'd built up an appetite for my birthday dinner with my dad.
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