"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 25: Keep On Truckin'
As I lumbered bare-naked along the side of the forest highway, wrapped awkwardly in a sleeping bag, waiting impatiently to hitch a ride back to the Delt House over a hundred miles away, I should've been asking myself how I got into this mess. But I knew it wasn't any use asking. My pledge educator hated my guts, and demolishing his pride last night didn't help matters one bit.
And so here I was. Waiting for a car- ANY car- to come by and give me a ride. It'd been almost half and hour, and I'd only see a total of three cars, and all of them actually sped up to pass me quicker, their occupants gawking at the sight of an obviously naked bear clad only in his camping gear.
I figured it was still pretty early in the morning, and the traffic would probably pick up a little later. Sure enough, a few minutes later, I heard a low rumbling sound approaching in the distance. I watched as the cab of an eighteen-wheeler rounded a corner and headed toward me.
As I had with the other vehicles passing me by, I stuck out a bare arm and waved it frantically, trying to get the truck to stop. To my utter surprise, there was a blast of air and hydraulics as the driver hit the brakes, slowing the cab to a stop next to me.
The passenger window rolled down, and the grinning face of a kid not much older than myself peered down at me. He was clean-shaven with closely-cropped curly blond hair, but he had the look of a jock, with just a hint of cluelessness in his eyes.
"You seem to be in a bit of a fix," he quipped.
I tried to act composed. "Yeah, well, some of my frat buddies seem to think it's a cool prank."
"Where're you headed?" the young trucker asked.
"Southern Tex," I answered. "But if you're not headed there, any place where I can get clothes and another ride would be great."
The trucker turned, and I heard voices. I then realized that he wasn't actually the driver. His consultation with the actual driver seemed to have gone well, because the young guy leaned out the window again.
"All right, then," he said, opening his door. "Hop on in. We're headed in that general direction. Bear and I can drop you right at home."
Bear? Now that sounded promising. And as I looked up at the driver as I climbed into the cab, I could see how he got the name. Bear was a big, handsome, dark-haired bear with a full beard and mustache. His soulful brown eyes were both friendly and lustful at the same time, and his deep voice made me tremble as he extended a hand as he grinned. "Hey, there, name's Bear. This here's Hank, my trainee."
I shook his hand, then Hank's. "I'm Sloan." Hank himself wasn't such a bad catch himself. He had the build of a high school football player who'd let his body go a little bit to pot after a few years. Thick muscles, but also the first signs of pudginess. That, coupled with his boyish face, made him seem much too cute to be a truck driver.
"So you're in a fraternity?" Bear asked as I climbed into the back seat of the cab. I looked around at the empty soda cans and plastic wrappers scattered around the back. A mattress lay on the floor behind me. Bear must've called this truck cab home much of the time.
"Yeah," I replied. "This is our Hell Week."
"Oh, yeah?" Hank closed his door as Bear started accelerating down the highway again. "The end of it, I hope."
I shook my head. "Nope. It's just starting."
"Oh, man." Hank looked over at Bear. "I feel for you, buddy. Y'know, Bear and I, this whole truckin' thing's like a fraternity. He's showing me the ropes."
"Cool." I looked around the cab, spotting what looked like the corner of a porno mag sticking out from under the mattress.
"Hank," Bear said, "give him some clothes."
Hank nodded and climbed into the back seat with me, leaning over to rummage through some boxes in back. He came up with a flannel shirt and a pair of shorts. "This should fit you," he said as he handed them to me and returned to his seat.
"Thanks," I answered as I pulled on the clothes. They had the faint smell of cologne. After sniffing the air a little more, I could tell that it was Bear's. "So, Hank, what kind of stuff does he teach you?"
"Oh, man, everything," Hank answered, exchanging a sly glance with Bear. "Rules of the road, where to pull off to sleep, what to wear, how to spot cops with radar. Even how to use the CB every now and then."
There was a pause as I pulled my sleeping bag off and shoved it to the side. I couldn't button the flannel shirt and left it hanging open, but I was just happy to have something to wear. I looked up to see Bear and Hank exchanging more looks, as if Bear were prodding Hank to say something.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"Well," Bear answered, "there's one thing he left out. I also taught him how to suck dick."
"Oh," I replied, acting as nonchalant as I could, "is that so?"
Hank gave me a bashful smile. "I've been practicing. Bear takes me to these truck stops. A lot of horny truckers out there who just need to get off. They don't care who it's with."
I folded my arms. "So, Hank, are you any good?"
Hank grinned back. "Well, let me get your opinion."
He climbed off his seat and knelt on the floor in front of me, reaching up and pulling my shorts down. I saw Bear looking up in his rearview mirror. He smiled as he watched my expression change from the sensation of Hank's wet mouth engulfing my erect prick.
"Hey, Sloan, you can put your seat back," Bear suggested. Dazed with sexual pleasure, my hands wandered across the seat until I found a lever that caused the back seat to tilt back into a reclining position.
I moaned as Hank's lips caressed my shaft, slipping expertly across it as I thrust my hips in unison with his bobbing head. His eyes were looking up at me, and I could tell he was enjoying giving me so much pleasure. His hands reached up and rubbed my chest. As he pinched my nipples between his fingers, I knew I was going to be shooting my load pretty fast.
The truck hit a pothole, and the jolt caused me to plunge my cock deep down Hank's throat. He gagged for a moment, then continued sucking. But the momentary sensation of being deep-throated sent me over the edge. With a buck and a grunt, my throbbing cock released its flow of sperm into Hank's ravenous mouth. He happily swallowed it all as I shuddered and sighed.
When I stopped cumming, Hank looked up at my content face and smiled. "So, Sloan, do you take it up the ass?"
I smirked back. "Whenever I can." In my reclining position on the seat, I was actually in a perfect position to get fucked, and I wondered how many other times Bear and Hank had done this before.
Bear reached under his seat and handed Hank a bottle of lube that he apparently kept stashed there. I then watched as Hank started pulling off his clothes. First his shirt came off, revealing his husky build and furry chest. Then his pants, letting free his monstrous nine-inch dick, which was already dripping with precum.
Hank quickly lubed up his shaft, then knelt between my legs and simply shoved his cock in my ass. I think I let out a little whimper as it went in, but it felt incredible.
"Yeah, buddy, yeah," Hank started to moan as he fucked my ass smoothly and swiftly. He made it look so easy and perfectly timed, ignoring the bumps in the road that caused the truck to shake and bounce.
We were both moaning and crying out loud, and I wondered how Bear could stand to listen to this while he was driving. But then I managed to look past Hank's heaving body and I saw Bear's right arm pumping rhythmically. He was jerking off as he drove.
Hank leaned down, and we kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling in our mouths as we steamed each others faces with our hot breaths. Hank's penis pushed its way into my body over and over again, and I didn't want it to ever end. But it did have to end sometime.
When he blew his load into my ass, Hank let out a terrific yell, huffing and groaning as he shot jets of cum deep into my body. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, and we just lay together, breathing in unison.
I was only vaguely aware of the fact that the truck had pulled off to the side of the road, and Bear was now standing behind Hank, shedding his clothes. He was very hairy and nicely-proportioned, not really muscular, and only a little chubby. His cock was dripping precum onto Hank's back.
"Come on," Bear said to Hank, tapping him on the shoulder. "It's my turn now."
Hank pulled out of me and moved aside as Bear assumed the same position Hank had been in and plunged his dick into me. Bear's cock was only average-sized, but it still made me feel like I was in heaven as it pumped into me repeatedly.
"You're one hot bear, kid," Bear moaned. He flashed me a smile that made me melt, and I could imagine him roaming the highways, seeking out other bearish truckers to rendezvous with and fuck. His hairy body began to drip with sweat, as did mine.
Just as Hank did, Bear leaned forward and kissed me, his soft beard scratching against my face, We laughed as we licked each other's faces, our sweaty bodies rubbing together.
Bear let out a single, violent grunt, then his body arched up and stiffened as he emptied his balls into my ass. He closed his eyes and looked up in the air, as it he were being blessed. And in fact the look on his face was pretty damn beatific. Finally, he groaned and settled back down on my body, his chin resting on my chest as he stared up at my face. "Thanks, kid," he said simply.
I could see that Hank's dick had gotten hard again from watching Bear's orgasm. He looked down at it, then looked back at us. "Damn, looks like I need to go again. Maybe I can just keep fucking you until we get back to your school."
As Hank pushed me down onto the mattress in back of the cab and slid his hard pole into my ass once again, Bear started up the engine and pulled back onto the highway. I knew that I was going to have to thank Lorne for this when I got back to the Delt House.
By the time Bear called out, "Hey, Sloan, we're almost there," Hank had cum in me two more times, and my ass was more sore than it ever had been before in my life.
Hank pulled out and rolled my exhausted body over, kissing me. "Thanks for the ride," he whispered.
"I was just about to say the same thing," I replied.
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