"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 31: Linemen
I admit, Mitch Cohen and I hooked up in a rather unorthodox way. It's not everyday that you start a relationship with somebody who secretly videotaped you getting fucked doggie-style, but that's exactly what happened with us. Mitch, the teammate I'd never paid much attention to, suddenly became my first steady boyfriend.
In the beginning, we were utterly monogamous, too. Then again, we were having so much sex that neither of us found any need or time to screw around. After our initial night together in Mitch's room, we decided it would be better, and less potentially embarrassing for Mitch, if he came over to my room in the Delt House for our encounters.
With Mitch, I was able to explore just about everything. We would trade off fucking each other. Sometimes we'd just jerk each other off. Most valuable for me, though, was the opportunity Mitch provided for me to finally hone my oral sex skills. More specifically, having several hours to fool around with Mitch allowed me to practice the art of deep-throating. You see, I'd never had a partner with whom I felt comfortable spending the time to perfect this ability. It took a few weeks and a lot of gagging and aborted attempts, but Mitch was patient, and in the end I'm sure he found the practice time worthwhile. By the time November rolled around, I was able to swallow his fully-erect cock to the hilt like a pro.
November was important month for me for another reason. It was when the Holliman College Cougars were going to be coming to Southern Tex for a game on our field. And that meant I'd be seeing Tank Comstock again. Tank and I hadn't bothered to contact one another since our one night of wild sex in his pick-up two months earlier. The implication when we'd parted was that we'd hook up again after our upcoming home game. But a lot had changed in ten weeks. I now had Mitch.
Mitch was well aware of my- well, how do I put it- promiscuous nature. I mean, how else did he end up with a videotape of me getting fucked by my freshman roommate? I'd even recounted some of my adventures in the past, even telling him that I was writing to pro-football player Tim Butcher about our most recent intimate encounters. (Tim was very pleased to hear about my new-found abilities in cock-sucking, by the way.)
But for some reason, I'd never told Mitch about my last sexual experience before hooking up with him. My night with Tank Comstock. And now I had to tell him. We were both going to see a lot of Tank on the field that weekend, and I thought Mitch should at least know the reason I'd be acting a little weird about an opposing team's defensive tackle.
After I finished recounting the experience to Mitch, he just folded his arms and thought silently for a few moments. "Well," he finally sighed, "for one thing, you got me all horny now."
"Look," I started, "I'm sure it'll be okay. I mean, he'll understand if I'm, you know, taken."
Mitch just looked at me, his eyes seemingly more perceptive than I was accustomed to. "But deep down you want to fuck this guy again."
He knew exactly how my mind and desires worked. I simply nodded. "But that doesn't mean anything."
Mitch stepped up to me and gave me a hug. "Go ahead, Sloan," he said. "As long as you promise two things. You come back and spend the night with me when you're done. And I want to ask two other guys on the team if they can join in with you."
"You mean Grunt Hochner?" I asked, recalling that Mitch used to fool around with Grunt before we hooked up.
"Yeah, and Chip Chadwick, too," he replied. "I feel sort of guilty that they're not seeing a lot of action since I've been with you."
"All right, that's cool," I answered, trying to hide how excited I was at the idea of bedding down with Tank, Grunt, and Chip, three of the biggest, toughest guys I'd ever encountered on the football field.
"Hey, so now that we got that out of the way, can we fuck?" Mitch grinned as he started pulling off my clothes.
You know, I should've taken it as a danger sign to our relationship that Mitch was letting me go off to have group sex with a couple of other football players. It was a weird situation to be in. Still, I was too much of a horn-dog to refuse the opportunity.
Game day finally arrived, and sure enough, with Mitch watching me from the sidelines, I was reintroduced to Tank Comstock on the field.
"I'll see you later, all right?" he whispered loudly as we took our positions on the line of scrimmage.
"Sure," I replied, glancing over to see Chip Chadwick and Grunt Hochner both looking at us. Grunt gave me a little nod, and I rolled my eyes in response.
"But first," Tank continued, not noticing my wordless exchange with my teammates, "I'm gonna make you eat grass."
For the next three and a half hours, Tank maintained the fierce, tough guy asshole image he was famous for, refusing to cut me any slack even though I'd fucked him in the ass two months earlier. And in the end, Holliman once again proved to be the better team, handing us only our third loss of the season. At this rate, we would probably end up in our division play-offs, but the Holliman Cougars would make it to the finals.
After the game, Grunt and Chip came up to me in the locker room after our teammates had showered and left. They were both still dripping wet, towels wrapped around their ample waists.
"So Mitch tells us you'll help us relieve some of our... frustration," Grunt bellowed. He was a boorish muscle-bound Aryan brute, the kind of guy who could say "Fe-fi-fo-fum" and still sound perfectly in character. When he was off the field, though, Grunt was perfectly harmless. The worst thing he'd ever done was gotten drunk and passed out in his bed... after throwing up in it.
"Yeah," I answered, "but the thing is, I haven't really spoken to Tank about it."
"Well, let's go ask him," Chip piped in. Chip was a dark-haired slob of a bear with tousled hair and a five o'clock shadow. Unlike Grunt and me, Chip carried his weight well. Even when he was naked, he didn't look like he weighed all that much, even though he was nearly as heavy as me. "Where're you gonna meet him?"
I didn't answer, because honestly I didn't know. I'd assumed that Tank and I would somehow find each other again after the game. I didn't bother to think that our last encounter had been a random coincidence.
"I hope you're not talking about me." A voice echoed through locker room, and we all turned to see Tank leaning against a wall, a duffel bag in his hand.
"Hey," I said, "didn't expect to see you in here."
"Obviously not," Tank replied as he walked up to us. "Is it me, or do we have some unfamiliar company?"
"Hope you don't mind," I answered, "but Grunt and Chip were feeling a bit sex-starved. I thought maybe we'd be able to help them."
Tank nodded. "Well, I don't know. It depends on what they have under those towels."
Right on cue, Grunt and Chip both dropped their towels to the floor and stood before Tank and me in all their damp, naked glory. Their cocks were already swelling, and soon they were fully hard.
Tank dropped to his knees and slipped Chip's eight-inch dick into his hungry mouth, causing Chip to let out a heavy sigh as his eyes rolled back in his head.
I looked over at Grunt, who was watching Tank and Chip eagerly. Not wanting him to feel left out, I knelt before him, took a deep breath, and swallowed the entire length of his cock.
"Uh..." Grunt moaned as I deep-throated him, feeling his silky shaft sliding across the back of my mouth and down my throat. As he started fucking my mouth, he reached over and ran his hands across Chip's hairy chest. Chip stared at Grunt's cock disappearing completely into my mouth, perhaps a bit envious. Tank noticed, and sucked on Chip's erection with more vigor.
Tank and I seemed to be thinking alike, because at almost the same time, we managed to pull our own dicks from our pants and started pumping on them. No one seemed to care that we were sucking cock in the middle of the locker room, and that some unsuspecting football player, or even Coach Johnson, could stroll in at any second.
I heard Grunt whispering to Chip. "Hey, dude. First one to cum gets fucked, okay?"
Chip nodded, gasping his response. "All right."
Grunt placed his hands over my ears, holding my head as he fucked my voracious mouth, I reached around and slipped a finger past Grunt's tight asshole, which tensed each time his cock slipped down my throat. He moaned happily, and I felt his shaft beginning to expand and stiffen ever so slightly in my mouth. I knew he was getting close, so I slipped two fingers deep into his ass.
"Oh, fuck!" Grunt huffed as he tried to stave off his orgasm, but it was no use. With a lurch and an impassioned groan, he bent forward and blew his load of sperm down my thirsty throat. He hopped a little with each spasm, pumping glob after glob of warm fluid into my stomach. "Yeah..." he sighed as his hands fell away from my head, and he stood there with his body hunched over weakly.
Chip tapped Tank on the shoulder and pulled his dick out of his mouth. "Looks like we got ourselves a winner," Chip said, still breathing deeply. "Sloan, he's all yours."
I sucked the remaining cum from Grunt's dick and stood, pulling off my clothes and tossing them aside. I slowly jerked on my already dripping cock as I looked over Grunt's exhausted, spent body.
"Get on the bench," I ordered him. He complied, straddling a bench and lying on his stomach as I got behind him and positioned my cock against his asshole. "Ready?"
He nodded, and with Tank and Chip watching in anticipation, I shoved my eight and a half inches of meat into Grunt's ass.
"Uh, god!" Grunt cried as I started fucking him. From his grunts and cries, I could tell that getting fucked was something that he enjoyed, but was still painful for him. "Yeah, keep going..." he moaned.
I leaned down, clutching his shoulders with my hands, bracing my heaving body by pressing my forearms against his back. Grunt reached up and curled his fingers around the edge of the bench, gripping so tightly that his knuckles turned purple.
And then I felt something against my own ass. I looked over my shoulder to see Tank standing behind me. "I never did get a chance to fuck you before," he said teasingly. "Can you take it?"
"Gimme your best shot," I replied with a smirk.
No sooner had I answered, I felt Tank's cock force its way into my ass with a fierce thrust that momentarily took my breath away. I growled as Tank fucked me fervently, his balls slapping against my ass as he rammed his pole into me. It was sheer bliss for me, sandwiched between two burly, sweaty linemen, my cock plunging repeatedly into Grunt's body as my own ass was stuffed by Tank's shaft.
I felt Tank's body suddenly go rigid behind me, and he yelled out. "Yeah, fuck me!" he cried, and I realized that Chip was fucking Tank.
So there we were, all four of us fucking each other in an undulating line of beef. I felt two pairs of hands on my sides as Chip reached around Tank to hold onto me as he fucked Tank. The locker room was filled with the sounds of our grunts and whines as we all fucked each other.
Tank's breath was hot as he gasped in my ear, his senses apparently overloaded. I felt his teeth on my the back on my neck, biting the flesh to stifle his cries. But he couldn't stifle it completely. Just like the last time we fucked, his whimpers grew louder and louder until he was snarling like an animal, shoving his dick into me with greater power.
Tank suddenly started shaking, and I felt his cock throb in me as he shot his cum in me. "Oh, yeah, oh, yeah," he panted as he came, his finger clenching my sides as his body jerked.
"Fuck!" I heard Chip scream. Chip bucked as he blasted his own juice into Tank's ass, shoving against Tank with such might that I was forced to plunge my cock suddenly into Grunt.
"Ah!" Grunt cried out in surprise. Tank and I just chuckled as Chip's climax subsided.
It was only a few seconds before I, too, went over the edge. Tank's dick was still hard and buried in my ass, and it only made me more excited as I neared my orgasm.
For a moment, I couldn't seem to remember what was going on. Then I realized that my dick was pulsing, erupting with blasts of hot cum. I felt dizzy and overheated, letting out a long moan as I spurted the last of my cum into Grunt's body.
The four of us lay against each other's backs on the bench, a heaving mass of sheer brawn, now drained of energy. We stayed that way for several minutes before pulling our dicks out of each other's asses.
"So," Mitch said after opening the door to let me into his room. "How'd it go?"
I was really too exhausted to take the lead. "How about if I just lie down and let you fuck me, and I'll tell you everything tomorrow?"
Mitch just nodded and smiled. "Sure thing, Sloan."
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