Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 14:11:53 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 10 of 45

"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.

All of fratbear's stories are available at:
http://www.geocities.com/fratcub/

******

"Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear"
by fratbear (fratbear@excite.com)


Chapter 10: Defense


I don't think any of us in the locker room even dared to breathe, except
for Coach Smallwood, whose nostrils were flaring as he stood there glaring
at the group of hulking linemen that he'd coached for four seasons of high
school football.

And there I was, hunched over Tony's crouched frame with my dick up his
ass, surrounded by an audience of my buddies. Was there any way to explain
my way out of it? I could have said that I'd tripped on the way out of the
showers and accidentally impaled Tony's ass with my dick, but that would've
sounded just plain stupid.

Tony, dumb lug that he was, answered meekly. "Sloan's gay, and he was
showing me what it feels like to be fucked."

"Is that so?" Coach Smallwood sneered as I pulled my cock out of Tony. "I
always knew there was something funny about you, Cosgrove."

Tony and I stood up and faced him. I felt a little self-conscious about my
dick, which was still standing at full attention despite my mental attempts
to force the erection down. Damn those overactive teenage hormones.

Tony fidgeted nervously, still squirming from his first fuck. He stuttered
worriedly. "Y- you're not gonna t- tell anybody, are you?"

"Well, that depends," Coach replied, grinning fiendishly and cupping his
crotch in his hand. "On whether or not I go home satisfied."

Time seemed to stop as the room became completely silent. It was if I had
time to finally digest everything that was happening. The growing bulge in
Coach's sweatpants told me that my day was far from over.

I looked over the cloth of his sweatshirt stretched over his thick,
muscular frame. You know, four years of hating him had kept me from really
seeing what a hot, handsome bear Coach Smallwood was. That was it. There
was no way I was going to be able to get rid of my hard-on. Coach's fiery
eyes burned into me, and I knew that he wanted to ride my ass one more
time. Literally.

Time snapped back to full speed as I walked up to him and reached down,
pulling his sweatshirt up and over his head. He kept his eyes locked onto
mine, finally allowing a small smile to shine through the tough façade. His
chest bulged with muscles, covered in a bed of thick, brown fur. I ran my
fingers through the hair, something I'd never thought I'd ever do. He
chuckled, a bit ticklish, as I slipped my fingers across his soft, furry
belly.

"You want to fuck me, Coach?" I murmured to him. "You want to shove your
dick up my ass?"

I could tell I was getting him even hotter. "Yes," he hissed as his
stiffening cock poked against his sweatpants.

I curled my hand around the fabric-sheathed shape of his shaft, massaging
it with my fingers. Coach closed his eyes and let out a barely-audible
groan, his stomach tightening.

Coach suddenly leaned forward and kissed me hard on the mouth, forcing his
tongue past my lips and entwining it around mine. I moaned as we kissed
hungrily, feeling a bit lost in the heat of the moment.

I let go of his dick, and we wrapped our meaty arms around one another,
pressing our bodies together. His strong fingers dug into my back as I slid
my hands down, slipping them under the waistband of his sweatpants,
kneading the flesh of his muscular ass.

I suddenly remembered that there was an audience standing around us,
watching as we engaged in our lip-lock and powerful embrace. I'd better
give them a good show, I thought.

I yanked down Coach's sweatpants. The other guys gasped as Coach's
nine-inch erection flopped out. Still sucking his tongue into my mouth, I
moved my body around until our two cocks were pressed together between our
bodies.

Finally, I pulled my head away from his. A thin line of saliva connected
our lips, then broke and dripped onto my chin. Coach chuckled and wiped it
away with his finger.

"You've really grown these past few years, Cosgrove," he whispered as he
brushed back my mussed, sweaty hair. "I wish we'd done this sooner."

"Just wait until he sucks your dick," Tony said cheerfully.

"He won't have to wait," I replied, and I immediately dropped to my knees
and gulped down Coach's hot cock.

"Damn..." That was all he could grunt as I slurped on his immense shaft,
only able to get a few inches of it into my still-hungry mouth.

He gripped my hair in his fingers as he thrust his body, trying to ram more
of his dick down my throat, and I started to choke. Let's face it,
deep-throating was an art that I hadn't even come close to mastering. I
finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and licked the long shaft with my
tongue. Coach Smallwood's whole body shivered in delight, and precum seeped
out of his cock and dripped down the shaft into my mouth.

I looked up at his face, lost in pure pleasure. He opened his eyes and
looked down at me. "Oh, man, don't stop," he pleaded.

"Hey, I thought you wanted to fuck me," I reminded him.

A huge grin lit up his face, and he nodded eagerly, looking more like a
hyperactive child than a rough-hewn gym coach. "Where do you want to do
it?" he asked.

I scanned the locker room, my eyes stopping to admire the naked bodies of
my teammates. When I finally looked at Zack, he pointed to Coach
Smallwood's office in back of the locker room. I grinned and nodded.

"Coach," I said, "I think you need to get some work done at your desk."

He nodded and laughed as we all piled into the small office. Zack and
Tucker cleared Coach's cluttered desk, sweeping everything off to the side.

I sat on the edge of the cold wooden desktop as Coach stood in front of me,
squirting lube into his hand and greasing up his pole.

"I want to see your face when you shoot your load into me," I said as I lay
my large body back on the cold wood, which creaked under my weight.

I raised my legs, and Coach moved between them, letting them rest against
his chest and shoulders. He gazed down at my prone, ursine body, running a
hand across my round belly.

"I've dreamt of this for years," he murmured. "I know you think I'm the
biggest asshole you ever came across in high school, but I just couldn't
let any of you guys know how I felt. I didn't want to jeopardize the team."

"Coach," I replied, "I don't know if anything you did could've possibly
made our team any worse."

Everybody in the room had a good laugh over that, and Coach took the
opportunity to ram his huge dick right up my chute. I stopped laughing and
cried out. It didn't hurt, but it just caught me off guard. I was surprised
by Coach's roughness, although I knew I shouldn't have been.

I finally let out a long sigh as my ass because accustomed to the feel of
Coach's formidable shaft buried deep inside me.

"Did you like that?" he asked.

I nodded. "Never had it done like that before."

He grunted as he started pounding his dick in and out of me, and it felt
like it was sinking deeper into my ass with each thrust.

"Aw, fuck," Coach Smallwood moaned as he shoved his shaft through my
asshole repeatedly, "you're a horny bear, aren't you, Cosgrove? You like
getting fucked."

"Yeah, Coach," I groaned as the desk threatened to collapsed beneath me
with each thunderous pump of his cock. "Fuck me harder, Coach."

He obliged, practically reaming me until I thought his cock would rip me in
two. The thrusts were so powerful that I couldn't even utter anything
recognizable. Just a long string of jagged grunts and cries came out of my
mouth and echoed off the walls.

I looked up to find Tony standing at the side of the desk. I turned my head
and saw his hard cock dangling right before my face, so I took it into my
mouth and started suckling on it.

I felt a warm hand wrap around my still-erect cock and pump furiously on
it. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that it was Zack, smiling
proudly as he jerked me off.

I didn't know such pleasure was even possible. With Coach fucking me up the
ass, Zack giving me a hand-job, and Tony ramming his dick into my mouth, I
was certain that my body would just overheat and spontaneously combust
right there on Coach's old wooden desk.

"You guys are so hot," Coach grunted as his body continued heaving against
me. Sweat poured down his chest across my legs, which were starting to get
sore from being elevated for so long.

Tony gasped next to me, and I felt his cock throb in my mouth. It started
pumping globs of his hot cum down my throat. Not a lot of volume this time-
he HAD already cum once, after all- but it was thicker and tastier.

When his body finally stopped shaking, he looked down at me and patted my
head with his hairy paw of a hand. "You're really cool, Sloan," he said
without the slightest hint of irony.

He pulled his softening dick out my mouth, and I looked down at Zack, still
grinning and pumping away at my dick with his fist. I then looked up at
Coach's face, which tightened as he near his climax.

"I'm gonna cum, Cosgrove," he snorted as he gripped my calves with his
strong hands. "I'm gonna shoot my cum into you." He closed his eyes and let
out a loud snarl.

Spasms shook his body as I felt jets of spunk exploding from his cock and
filling my bowels, warming my entire belly. Coach grunted and sighed as he
gave a few violent, painful thrusts, then settled back, hugging my legs as
he panted for air.

"Man, I can't believe I just did that," he moaned as he slowly slid his
cock out of my ass, letting me lower my feet to the floor. Cum still
dripped from his dick as he stood there, still coming down from his orgasm.

Zack picked up the pace with his fist, pounding my shaft until it was a
dark purple. It felt so good, and I thought how lucky Zack was to be such a
skilled masturbator.

That old familiar squeezing feeling began to fill my stomach, and I knew I
was going to cum again. "Oh, fuck, Zack," I groaned. "I'm gonna..."

I didn't even get to finish my sentence, because my belly shook, and a
volley of cum shot out of my dick and splattered across it. Zack grinned
and continued jerking on the shaft as it spat out more globs of juice that
dripped over his hand.

Finally, I settled back onto the desk, my body still trembling from the
life's worth of sexual experiences that had just been packed into a single
afternoon.

We all stayed still as we regained out breaths and reflected on what had
just happened in our high school locker room.

Zack held up his hand and looked closely at the cum dripping over it. He
seemed fascinated by the sight of it. "Hey, Cosgrove," he finally said to
break the silence.

"Yeah?"

"Happy birthday, dude."

Well, I thought to myself as I lay there on the desk, at least I'd built up
an appetite for my birthday dinner with my dad.


- fratbear
fratbear@excite.com
http://www.geocities.com/fratcub/