"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 28: Entering the Pros
"See something you like?" the resort manager asked me as he led me across the courtyard to my room. I guess he'd noticed the great interest I'd taken in one of the other guests, a muscle-bound bear tanning himself next to the pool under the midday sun.
After my freshman year of college, I returned home to do some summer landscaping work with Cliff and Bryan, once again enjoying our occasional "lunch breaks," In July, though, I decided to treat myself with some of the money I'd been saving. I made reservations for the Ursa Major Inn, located outside of Fort Lauderdale, Florida.
I had spent countless hours on the Internet searching for a gay resort where I could kick back, relax, and basically be my big, lazy self. Seeking a change in pace from the Texas landscape, I decided to branch out and look as far as California and Florida. When I saw the description of the Ursa Major, "a den for bears and their admirers," I decided to give it a try.
It was a good two-day drive to Ft. Lauderdale from Cicero, Texas, but when I reached the resort and felt the tropical air on my skin, I knew it'd been worth the drive. And when the resort manager let me in the gate and I saw the assortment of bears lying around the pool, I knew I'd chosen the right place to stay.
It was that one bear in particular. Even though he was lying on a pool chair, I could tell that was well over six feet tall and probably three hundred pounds of solid meat and muscle. His chest and belly were covered by dark brown fur which disappeared into his swim trunks. His hair was short and curly, probably naturally dark but just slightly sun-bleached. He had on sunglasses and seemed to be staring directly at the sun. He was probably taking a nap as he tanned.
The resort manager waited until he had let me into my studio-styled room before commenting further on my obvious interest in the sunbathing hulk of a bear.
"He's a regular here during the summer," he explained. "But he has to go back to training camp next week."
Now I understood. And it probably explained why the bear looked vaguely familiar. "He's a football player?" I asked.
The manager nodded. "Tim Butcher. He plays for some team in the Midwest."
"Yeah," I interrupted, finally recognizing the name. "He plays center. I didn't know he was gay."
The manager grinned. "Not many people do. Although there was that magazine that almost outed him last year."
I nodded, remembering the special feature in a gay-oriented magazine about closeted athletes. The article had mentioned rumors about a gay offensive lineman in the NFL, but it hadn't named names. "So that's who they were talking about?"
The manager leaned in closer to me and whispered coyly. "And he's single, too." He gave me a wink as he backed out the door and left me to unpack.
By the time I'd gotten into my own swimming trunks and went out to sun bathe by the pool, the pro-football player of my dreams was nowhere to be seen. I just sighed to myself, keeping in mind that I'd probably see him again during the week. Besides, there were plenty of other bearish bodies to ogle at in the meantime. I staked out a place by the pool and started soaking in the rays.
I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes, I found that I had been joined in the chair next to mine by none other than Tim Butcher. Even though his eyes wwre still covered by his shades, I could tell he was looking over my body.
"Hey, you're up," he said in a brawny, but good-natured voice. "Thought you might get burned. Another few minutes and I would've kicked you awake."
"Thanks," I replied, using the exchange of pleasentries to get a good look at his enormous, muscle-packed body. His arms were massive, his chest broad, and his stomach covered by a thick paunch. I was even more impressed by his powerfully muscled legs, obviously the product of countless years in a weightroom. I knew he'd been playing in the NFL for nearly a decade, and had struggled to keep in shape while maintaining his bulk for the offensive line.
What really slew me, though, was his friendly face. When he took off his sunglasses and extended a hand, I was instantly lost in his sparkling eyes- I was certain he had a bit of Irish in his blood- and the rugged but inviting contours of his face. I knew he could probably furrow those brows and crunch his face into a mean-as-hell scowl on the football field, but for now, on vacation, he looked like the most amiable fellow on the planet.
"Hey, I'm Tim." As if he needed to introduce himself. The resort manager had probably spilled the beans to this lug about my thinly-veiled interest in him.
"I know," I answered as his strong grip nearly crushed my hand. "I'm Sloan."
"First time out here?" He left his sunglasses off so I could see he was still checking out my body.
I nodded. "Turning out to be a pretty good start, too."
Tim chuckled, and we got to talking. It must've been a long time, too, because before we knew it, the sun was starting to set. By then, we'd moved into a nearby hot tub, where we exchanged stories about our upbringings. About when we knew we were gay. Tim had his first gay experience in Catholic school, so I was right about the Irish part. Found out he had a bit of German and English mixed in, as well. He told me about a few experiences with other pro-ballers, but that even most of his own teammates didn't know he was gay. Sounded like a tough life.
I told him about my many sexual encounters, about the time I was assaulted by those Texas cops, and my on-again-off-again relationship with Norm O'Malley, the center on my own football team. Tim seemed amazed at the ease with which I managed to get supposedly straight guys into the sack.
We were having such a good time just chatting that I even told him about what I did to Lorne during my fraternity Hell Week. I'd know that Tim had seen and done a lot in his lifetime, but even he seemed shocked.
"Man, oh man," he murmured, whistling at the audacity of it all. "I've run into a few assholes I'd like to just fuck like that. Teach 'em a lesson or two." We were quiet for a minute or two, and I was afraid that I'd turned him off with talk of forcible sex. But finally, he just shook his head. "Damn, you must really be something in bed. From the sounds of it, you've got even more experience than me."
I smiled, flattered that he'd even say something like that. But then I thought about it a little more. "Actually," I sighed, "that's not very true." I proceeded to unload my feelings to him. Telling him that I seemed to be bumbling through my sexual adventures, never really taking time to stop and enjoy it all.
Much to my surprise, we ended up continuing the conversation over dinner at a nearby Cuban restaurant. The other restaurant patrons didn't even give us so much as a second glance, probably assuming we were drinking buddies, or perhaps teammates from some local sports team having a guys' night out.
We hadn't really talked about it, but it was obvious by the time we returned to the Ursa Major that both of us wanted to get physical. So as we walked through the front gate into the courtyard, Tim turned to me and asked with a hint of mischief, "So, your place or mine?"
A moment later, we were in my studio-styled room, closing the blinds and practically tearing away our clothes. We got our shirts off, and Tim clutched me with his hands and pulled me against him as we merged in an eager kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his massive upper body, just savoring the feeling of having a large, warm mass to hold onto. He also enveloped me in his mighty arms, and I felt safe. We clung to each other for several minutes, alternately exchanging kisses and staring into each other's eyes.
Finally, Tim released me and lay me on my bed. He undid my pants and pulled them off, leaving me naked, my cock hard and dripping with precum. As I lay there watching him standing over me, he dropped his own pants, and his stiff erection sprang up. It was over eight inches long, almost as big as mine, and the veins around it seemed to pulse with excitement.
I stared at Tim's body, standing before me like some hyper-developed statue of Hercules. His body bulged in every place. He stroked his hard shaft with his hand as he thought about what he wanted to do to me.
He climbed onto the bed and kneeled over me, bringing his mouth down on my chest. His tongue glided across my skin, teasing my nipples. I moaned as he moved down my body, licking the sweat off my belly. He slid down my body, intentionally avoiding my cock, running his tongue over my legs and over my balls.
As he rolled me over onto my stomach, it became clear to me that he was giving me an all-over tongue bath, something I'd never experienced before. And for a lazy bear like myself, it felt like heaven. I felt his body covering me as he explored ever muscle of my body with his mouth.
I felt him spread apart my ass with his strong hands, and he blew lightly against my asshole. I let out a cry as he suddenly attacked it with his mouth, forcing his tongue into my ass. To feel something that hot and slick invading my hole was a sensation I'd never gotten, not even while being fucked.
Tim spent a good fifteen minutes relentlessly eating out my ass, until it was as clean and slippery as it had ever been. And, more importantly, my asshole was completely relaxed, ready to accept anything that might be slid into it.
Tim finally pushed himself up and leaned into my ear.
"I'm gonna fuck you now, okay?" he murmured.
"I'm ready," I replied, which was kind of stupid, because I'd been ready to get fucked by Tim since the moment I laid eyes on him.
He didn't even need to direct his dick to my ass with his hands. My ass was open and willing to take it in. He just positioned his cockhead against my hole and slid it in like a hot knife going through butter. I sighed as he entered me, not from the physical pleasure, but from the satisfaction of knowing that Tim and I were now connected.
I imagined him on the football field, fending off linemen and protecting his quarterback. I tried to make the leap from that growling behemoth on the line of scrimmage to the whimpering, gasping mound of flesh that was now humping my ass, desperately trying to deposit a load of sperm into my body.
"I've had fantasies of fucking a college lineman," Tim whispered into my ear as he fucked me.
"I've had fantasies about being fucked by a pro," I whispered back.
Tim continued exploring my back and neck with his mouth, one time even biting my shoulder to stifle a cry of ecstasy. I heard his breaths becoming more labored as he pounded into me, and the sweat dripping off of his body onto mine made it clear how much he was exerting himself. From personal experience, I knew how difficult it was to sustain a vigorous fucking when you're carrying a load of over three hundred pounds on your body.
"I'm gonna cum," Tim suddenly growled as he gripped my arms with his muscular, worn hands. "Oh, fuck..."
His body quaked on top of me as he grunted repeatedly, his dick pulsing inside me as hot cum poured out of him. Tim bit my shoulder again, whimpers fighting to escape his mouth as he pumped what was left of his strength into my ass.
When it was over, he just lay on me, his massive body not seeming all that heavy, but actually somewhat comforting, like a heavy blanket. I enjoyed the soothing feeling of his body expanding with each deep breath he took.
Tim rested his chin on my shoulder so that our faces were next to one another. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I laughed.
"I think we're gonna have a good week," I said.
"No complaints here," he replied as we both sighed.
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