"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 34: Cleaning Off
Coach Johnson was waiting for me in his office, clutching a football tightly for stress relief. His fingers were digging into the ball so hard that I thought it might pop right in his hands. He'd left a message on my answering machine saying that he needed to discuss some rumors he'd been hearing about me. I knew exactly the kind of rumors he was talking about.
"Now, Cosgrove," he started, trying to sound like he was my friend and father-figure rather than the asshole I'd known for two football seasons on the Southern Texas University Bears. "You've been a good player on this team. Probably the best lineman we have this year. But a coach keeps his ears open. He has to listen to his players and keep the lines of communication open."
Great, I thought. Not only was he referring to himself in the third person, he was spouting meaningless management cliches.
"But I've been hearing some things about you," Coach Johnson continued. "Things that frankly disturb me."
"What kind of things, sir?" I asked, although I knew the answer.
"Well," he said, shifting in his seat. "Folks are saying that you're some kind of..." His voice trailed off, as if he were searching for the most delicate way to state his point. "That you're some kind of a queer." Then again, the word "delicate" probably wasn't in Coach Johnson's vocabulary.
"Yeah," I answered, deciding to have a little fun with this, "so what's your point?"
He cleared his throat. He wasn't enjoying this one bit, and I wanted to drag out his discomfort as long as possible. "Well... Are you?"
"Am I what?" I had trouble suppressing a grin as I watched him squirm.
"God damn it, Cosgrove," he finally bellowed in exasperation. "Are you a queer or not?"
"Well, Coach," I replied, keeping my cool. "Even if I were, why should you care?"
He raised a finger at me. "Now look here, Cosgrove. What you do on your own time's your own business, but while you're on this team, you just shut this fag thing of yours off, or whatever you do. Understand? It's a stain on your character and on the character of this team."
"Understood, sir," I said, too amused by his sheer ignorance to be too mad. "Once I step foot in this locker room, I'm straight as an arrow." I folded my arms and smiled. "Boy, Coach, let me tell you about the three cheerleader sluts I fucked last night."
"You think this is funny?" Coach Johnson snapped. "You think having some fag checking out his teammates in the showers is funny? It's disgusting, that's what it is."
Although tempted by the idea that telling him about my sexual encounters with some of the other players would probably give him a heart attack on the spot, I decided to keep my mouth shut about it. I did, however, know exactly what I had to say.
"Okay, Coach," I finally said. "If it bothers you so much, fuck you and find some non-fag to replace me. I quit."
Before he could respond, I turned around and walked out of his office, not even looking back as he made a half-hearted attempt to change my mind, calling out, "Wait a minute, Cosgrove, I didn't mean for you to quit..." By the time the door to the locker room closed behind me, I couldn't hear him at all.
As I walked back to the Delt House, the weight of what I'd just done began to sink in. Instead of regretting it, though, I just got more and more pissed about what an ignorant asshole Coach Johnson was. I was glad that I quit, but I was mad at myself for not physically hurting the prick while I had the chance.
By the time I got back to the house, I was muttering to myself, and I could feel the back of my neck burning, something that happened whenever I got really angry. I decided that I needed to take a shower to cool myself off. I stripped off my clothes and tossed them on the floor, wrapped an extra-large towel around my waist, and headed out of my room for the bathroom.
I heard the shower already running when I entered the bathroom, and I was annoyed to find that the swinging door to the shower area had been shut and latched to prevent anyone else from going in. Some of the guys in the house were shy about showering with other guys and sometimes locked the door.
I wasn't in the mood to turn around and come back later, though. Fortunately, the latch on the door was pretty easy to jiggle and unlock, and I had the door open in no time. Just in case, though, I latched the door behind me.
I left my towel on a hook and peered into the showers to see who the modest culprit was. As it turns out, modesty had nothing to do with it. Even though he was standing with his back to me, I immediately recognized the naked, muscle-packed body of my appropriately-named fraternity brother Hulk.
Hulk was an aspiring bodybuilder who spent half of his waking hours in the gym, buffing his body to beefy perfection. He wasn't all the way there, yet, so instead of ripped muscles, his frame was an appealing mixture of hyper-developed muscles and residual baby fat. Combined with the fact that he was only five-foot-six, he was your basic fireplug of a guy.
It was clear that at the moment he was giving his other muscles a workout. Although I couldn't actually see his dick, his shoulders were flexing repeatedly as his arm pumped rhythmically.
Now, normally I'd find this whole thing extremely stimulating, but I was still burning from my meeting with Coach Johnson, so I just stood there and asked, "Am I interrupting you, Hulk?"
Hulk stopped and spun around, so startled that he didn't even seem to care that his rock hard six-inch cock was pointing skyward like a cannon, precum dribbling out of the tip. This was quickly washed away by the hot water of his shower. "Oh, damn," he exclaimed when he saw me. "I thought I locked the door."
"You did," I muttered as I went to a shower head and turned it on.
"Oh," Hulk murmured, probably a little confused as he turned around to hide his cock from sight. "Well, guess you must've enjoyed the show."
I didn't answer, letting the cool water run over me. I didn't even look at Hulk. It must've bothered him that I, the big ole gay guy, seemed to be ignoring him and his naked body.
"Something wrong, Big Daddy?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
I sighed and turned to him. He was now facing me again with his hard-on still at full mast. "I quit the football team."
"Oh, man," Hulk said. "Why?"
"Don't feel like talking about it," I replied.
"Yeah, okay." He shrugged as he looked down at his swollen cock. "Well, look, I hope you don't mind, but you kind of interrupted me here, and now that I started..."
"I know the feeling," I replied as I looked away.
Hulk reached down and started massaging his shaft with his fingers again as I showered, trying to ignore him. Every now and then I glanced over at him as he masturbated, only to see him looking back at me.
After about a minute of this, I heard him whispering loudly. "You know, you can watch if you want."
I looked over at him again, this time staring at his body was he stood there before me, pumping on his dick furiously. He smiled at me, then clenched his eyes shut, the muscles in his stout body tightening as he jerked off.
My own hand has drifted down to my cock, and I quickly coaxed it into a full erection. Hulk opened his eyes and grinned when he saw me jerking off with him.
"No better way to forget your troubles, is there?" he asked, and I just nodded in response.
There we were, standing under the showers as steam enveloped us, facing each other as we pounded out dicks in our fists.
"Oh, god," Hulk moaned as he started to breath more heavily. "I'm gonna blow."
Well, I couldn't let his sperm go to waste while I was standing right there in front of him. I immediately got down on my knees, pushed his hand away, and pumped on his shaft with my hand, directing the end of his cock towards my open mouth.
I was soon rewarded as his dick started jerking in my hand and spewed out Hulk's hot spunk, which shot into my waiting mouth. I continued milking his cock as he grunted with each spasm of his orgasm.
"Damn, Big Daddy," he sighed as he settled down again. He looked down at me, still on my knees, licking my lips as I swallowed his sticky cum and smiled in satisfaction.
I sat back on the cold, slick tile of the shower room, looking up at Hulk's muscular body as I resumed jerking on my own cock. He watched me with great interest as I lay on my back, the hot water from the shower swirling around my body as it made its way to the drain.
Hulk finally sighed. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he said as he knelt down next to me and wrapped his fingers around my cock, pumping away on the shaft as I let my hands fall to my sides.
I just lay there, groaning as Hulk gave me a hand job on the floor of the shower. He obviously had never done anything like this before, and he was learning as he went along, switching his hands as he tried to make both of us comfortable. I actually couldn't care how he was jerking me off. I was in pure heaven either way.
Finally, Hulk grasped the base of my cock with one hand while pumping the shaft with the other. This, it turned out, was the perfect approach, and soon I found myself getting ready to cum.
"Oh, fuck," I moaned as my body jerked, and my dick started spurting out hot cum that splattered over Hulk's caressing hands. He continued jerking my cock with a steady rhythm as I came all over myself. As his sticky hands squished on my pole, coaxing out the last remnants of cum in my balls, I started squirming as my cock became hypersensitive from my post-orgasmic bliss.
Hulk smiled as he got the message and took his cum-coated hands away from my cock. I looked up at him as I took a few deep breaths.
"So," he said cheerfully. "Feel better now?"
"Absolutely," I sighed, finally realizing that I'd need to shower again.
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