"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 24: Education
"Hey, just because the others didn't want to kick you out, don't think I'm suddenly gonna get all cozy with you, Sloan," Lorne growled at me as we loaded up the van together in the Delt House parking lot.
It'd been a month since he'd caught me drinking the shot glass full of cum after he'd hazed me and my fellow pledges. As you can probably imagine, it'd been a pretty rough couple of weeks, too, and things were still a little precarious.
However, my salvation had come in the most unlikely package: that of Norm O'Malley, the offensive lineman who'd been my secret lover and my sponsor in the Delt House. At the fraternity's meeting that week, during which my membership in the Delts was being debated, Norm stood up and, from what I've heard, provided a spirited defense. Now I say "from what I've heard" because I wasn't actually there. Pledges aren't allowed in fraternity meetings. All I know is that afterwards, as Parker, Buckey, Spank, Bubba, Paco, and I waited anxiously on the front porch of the house, Norm came out of the house and shook my hand to congratulate me. They'd voted to keep me.
Later, I'd learned that Norm's oration had gone something like this: "Yeah, so Sloan's a fag, but he's also the second meanest motherfucker on the football field." Norm being the meanest, of course. "We'd be nuts not to have someone like Sloan in our stupid house. And if you don't like it, he could probably kick all your asses ten times over."
It wasn't exactly the way I would've defended myself, but I was pretty happy with how it turned out, and I was duly impressed that Norm would even do me the favor. It also surprised me that he thought I was really as tough as he made me out to be.
Anyway, my fellow pledges seemed happy to keep me. We'd had some good times and several bonding experiences during our pledge period, and it was starting to feel like family. However, there was still the matter of Lorne.
Lorne had decided to stay silent during the fraternity meeting, but I knew he was unhappy with the outcome. I could tell by the way he glared at me during the hazing events that followed. And now we were coming up on Hell Week, the time that the hazing became the most brutal. This was when the boys would be weeded out from the men.
The traditional kick-off to Hell Week was the pledge retreat, a one-night stay in the woods over a hundred miles north of the college. There Lorne would haze our pledge team in the isolation and privacy of the trees and the animals.
Lorne kept that stone-cold glare from the moment we loaded up the rented van, all through the two-hour trip into the woods, and even as we set up our tents. Of course, we had brought an ample supply of beer with us, and Parker and Buckey carried the heavy picnic coolers of booze from the van to our remote camping site.
We spent the rest of the afternoon participating in hazing events in the woods and down by a nearby river. I don't know if I was the only one to realize it, but many of the hazing techniques that Lorne employed were oddly homoerotic in nature.
For instance, the chicken-fighting. This is where the pledges had to put on our bathing suits and go into the river, where we'd pair off, with one pledge climbing onto the shoulders of another. Then we'd have to fight another team, trying to knock the others into the water. Losers of each match had to guzzle a can of beer.
Since Parker, Buckey, and I were the biggest ones in the group, we had to be the guys on the bottom, while Spank, Bubba, and Paco climbed onto our shoulders for the chicken-fights. I couldn't be sure, but as Paco rode my shoulders and managed to knock Spank off of Parker's shoulders, it sure felt like Paco's erection was pressing against the back of my head.
That night, as we sat around the campfire drinking our booze, poor, sweet-natured Bubba asked Lorne the question I'd been dying to ask him. "Lorne," Bubba just blurted out, "why don't you like Sloan?"
We could see that Lorne was perturbed by the question. "Ya wanna know why? 'Cause he's just a faggot who's gonna turn this frat into a joke."
There was an awkward moment of deathly silence. Then Parker just muttered under his breath, "Well, he's a lot cooler than you."
"What'd you say?" Lorne stood up threateningly, although he obviously posed no threat to Parker's larger, more muscular frame.
Parker just shook his head and glared at him. "I said this faggot's ten times cooler than you'll ever be."
I was getting more and more uncomfortable by this whole situation. "Look, guys," I interrupted, "we really don't have to do this now."
"You know, you can just suck my dick, faggot," Lorne snapped back.
Another awkward silence.
Then Buckey decided to join the fray. "He probably would, you know." He smiled, letting me know that I was in on the joke.
Lorne scoffed at the comment. "No thanks. I've got plenty of chicks who could do a better job of it."
Maybe I misheard, but that sounded like a challenge. And one I definitely was up for. "You know what, Lorne?" I replied. "I bet you're wrong. I bet I can get you off faster than any girl ever has."
"And he'll probably like it," Spank added, grinning. The other pledges were really getting into it now, egging Lorne on. I could tell he was getting worked up to the point where he'd have to prove his point.
"Well, what if I lose?" Lorne asked.
"Then you can do whatever you want with me tomorrow," I answered. "No matter how humiliating."
A sadistic grin spread across Lorne's heavily stubbled face. He waited a second, then unzipped his pants and beckoned me forward with his hand. "You're on, cocksucker. Show me what you can do."
Obviously, he wasn't going to give me any help to prove him wrong, so with the rest of the guys sitting around watching with great interest, I scooted up to Lorne's wide body and unbuttoned his pants, yanking them down to his ankles, revealing his hairy, muscular legs and, more importantly, his soft dick.
He looked down at me with contempt as I took his cock in my hand and fondled it. Despite his reluctance, Lorne's penis began to swell in my hand. I tugged gently on it as it grew harder. He bit his lower lip, clearly surprised at how quickly he was getting turned on.
Without warning him, I opened my mouth and swallowed his dick, eliciting gasps from Lorne and the other pledges. They watched as I sucked fiercely on his pole, slurping at it with my tongue, which glided all around the surface of his shaft. I continued to pump the base of his dick with my hand.
"Yeah, you big faggot," Lorne growled. "Suck on my dick."
I gripped his swinging, hairy balls with my free hand and massaged them as I masturbated him and blew him at the same time. I could see his big, round belly swelling under his sweatshirt as he took deep breaths, trying to maintain his composure before his pledges. He put his hands on his hips to make it look like he was taking this whole thing in stride, but the moans and gasps coming from deep in his throat told me I was doing things to his dick that he'd never experienced.
"Try all you want, Sloan," he hissed. He then let out a grunt. "You're not gonna get me to cum."
I sucked on his stiff cock with more ferocity. I stopped fondling his balls, and my hand slid under them, between his legs. I rested the tip of my middle finger on his asshole, lightly brushing it across the sensitive muscles there. I was rewarded by a low moan from Lorne.
Then I pushed my finger into his ass, sliding it all the way in. This got a reaction. I felt Lorne's body stiffen up, his asshole clamping hard around my finger.
"Hey, you sick fuck, what're you doing?" he yelled. "What're you- No! Ahhhh!"
Lorne let out a strangled cry as his dick blew his load in my mouth, He kept grunting, "no, no, no," but despite his struggle, he couldn't stop cumming. I kept pumping on the base of his cock, gulping down his salty spunk as it kept pouring out.
His body was shivering as he came, and it slumped as his orgasm ended, and he lost his strength.
"God damn you, Sloan," Lorne whimpered as I cleaned off his dick with my tongue. He took a few gulps of air, then looked down at me with angry eyes. "You got me to cum, but you still didn't do it as quickly as Heather Garland did last November. You lose."
I sat back and sighed. "Well, a deal's a deal."
I looked at my fellow pledges, who was staring back, impressed by my skills, but also a little pissed at Lorne's claim to victory.
Parker growled. "Well, Lorne, you may have won this round, but there's no way you're getting out of this on top."
Lorne looked confused. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Parker looked at the other pledges. "Get his arms."
To my and Lorne's utter surprise, Parker and Buckey came up behind him and grabbed his arms, pushing him off his feet and forcing him face-down on the ground before me.
"Get the fuck off me!" Lorne yelled. He writhed and tried to wiggle free, but he was no match for the two linemen. They held him down as Paco went for his pants, which were still down around his ankles. Paco pulled them completely off, leaving Lorne naked from the waist down. Paco and Bubba held his legs on the ground, spreading them apart.
I, meanwhile, was watching in awe. I know what they had in mind. I just couldn't believe it. Parker and Buckey pulled Lorne's sweatshirt off, revealing his thick, hairy torso, which became covered in dust as he wriggled on the ground, his body completely exposed.
Parker looked at me and grinned maliciously. "Come on, Sloan. He's been fucking us for weeks. Now it's your turn."
Lorne looked up at me, and I saw the look in his expression turn to one of abject fear. "Don't you fucking do it, you faggot!" he bellowed defiantly as he continued to struggle hopelessly against the strong arms of the other pledges.
I'm not sure what came over me, but all I could feel was a desire to put this big, ugly homophobic bastard in his place. My dick actually got hard from seeing the fear in his eyes. I got up and walked around behind Lorne, pulling off my clothes and throwing them to the ground.
Lorne decided to change his tune from belligerent to pitiful. "Okay, Sloan, I'm sorry for what I've said to you. I was just kidding. Come on, Sloan, don't do this."
If he was trying to make me feel sorry for him, it wasn't working. I pulled off my shirt and kicked off my boxers. Here I was in the middle of the woods, standing naked over the spread-eagle body of my hated pledge educator. And I wanted to teach him a lesson.
"No, please no," Lorne cried as I knelt between his legs. I could see his arms and legs straining to break free, but Parker, Buckey, Paco, and Bubba just pushed down harder. Spank stood off to the side, observing the scene with a big smile on his face. "Please don't do this, Sloan."
"You should've thought of this before you decided to be such an asshole," I snarled back as I spread his butt cheeks with my hands and pressed my cock against his opening. Never underestimate the fearlessness of a horny bear who's been called "faggot" one too many times.
"No-agggh!" Lorne screamed as I forced my big cock into his ass, shoving it all the way in. We were too deep in the woods for anyone else to hear his pleas. His burly body went hard as a rock beneath me as he clawed the ground with his fingers. When he stopped screaming, all I could hear from him was sobbing. This big hateful lug was weeping like a baby.
I covered him with my body and started fucking him. "Stop, Sloan," he pleaded as he cried. "No, Sloan."
Finally, he stopped begging for mercy, just lying limp under me as I humped him. He'd lost his will to fight. I'd finally broken him. I kissed the side of his tear-streaked, stubbled face and whispered into his ear. "It's okay, Lorne. I'm sorry I had to do this."
Parker and Buckey released Lorne's arms, and he just lay there, no longer struggling as I pummeled his ass like a piledriver. I humped faster, quickly approaching my climax.
I kissed Lorne again, tasting his salty tears as I came, spurting my hot cum into his ravaged ass. He was still crying quietly as I grunted, my hot breath washing across his face.
When it was over, I just lay on him, listening to his gentle sobs, his naked body shaking beneath me.
Bubba folded his arms and grinned. "Guess he learned, all right."
Buckey nodded. "And if he decides to fuck around with us some more, we can always tell everybody how Sloan fucked him in the ass."
Exhausted and spent, I actually felt a little sorry for Lorne now. I just kept kissing him gently until he closed his eyes and actually fell asleep.
I pulled my softening dick out of his ass, and the pledges and I didn't exchange a word as we started getting ready to go to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to a face full of sunlight streaming through the trees. I was a little disturbed to find that I was all alone at the campsite. Just me and my sleeping bag. The tents, the coolers, the pledges, Lorne, and the van... all of them were gone. This must've been Lorne's "punishment" for losing our wager.
As unsettling as it was to be alone and abandoned in the woods, though, I was more disturbed that I was completely naked, with nothing to wear except my sleeping bag. And with the exception of my shoes, my clothes were nowhere in sight.
- fratbear fratbear@excite.com http://www.geocities.com/fratcub/