Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2008 19:08:57 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 32 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.

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


Chapter 32: Gridiron Buddies

Here's a letter I wrote to Tim Butcher:

Dear Tim,

Just got back from our play-off game against the Eastern Arizona
Trojans. You were right. It was an easy win for us, and it looks like we
still have a chance to make it to the championships. Winning wasn't the
most exciting part of the weekend, though. It was what happened the night
before the game. If you thought some of the experiences I've had were wild,
you won't believe this.

It started off like any other night before a big game. We'd spent most of
the day stuck on the bus to Santa Fe, where the game was being played. By
the time we got there, most of us just wanted to get to our hotel rooms and
crash.

Now, Mitch and I hadn't had any sex for about two weeks. We'd agreed to it
after Coach Johnson gave the entire team a speech about how important it
was not to wear ourselves down before the big game, and that ejaculation
was a waste of needed energy. His argument actually sounded pretty
convincing at the time, although now I admit it was probably rather stupid
to believe it.

Through some bargaining with teammates, Mitch and I managed to secure a
room to ourselves at the hotel. You won't be surprised to learn that as
soon as the door was closed, we were out of our clothes and busy messing up
our bedsheets. We actually fooled around for what must've been a couple of
hours, getting ourselves hard but never getting to the point of cumming. It
was certainly a unique night between us. Before we knew it, the sun had set
and it felt like we should probably be going to sleep.

And then we heard the noises coming from the room next door. First, a
steady thumping that could only mean one thing: the bed in the next room
was being pounded against the wall. Then Mitch and I heard voices. Nothing
intelligible, but sounding a lot like grunts and groans.

"Who's next door?" Mitch asked, his dick hardening in response to the
obvious sounds of sex.

"Chip and Brad," I answered, having seen them go into the room earlier in
the day.

"Man, they never sounded this wild when I screwed around with them," Mitch
said, moving his head closer to the wall. "Sounds like they didn't take
Coach Johnson's advice to heart."

Suddenly, there was a loud, long, muffled orgasmic cry, the sounds of a guy
going through intense throes of pleasure. And then silence.

"That didn't sound like Chip or Brad," Mitch finally commented.

"Who else would they have in there?" I asked.

Mitch shrugged, and we both leapt out of bed and headed for the door.

***

Chip opened his door and peered out at Mitch and me, standing in the hall
like a couple of fools in our boxers. Chip had a towel wrapped around his
broad waist, his furry body coated in a layer of sweat. He had this
expression on his face, trying to pretend we'd roused him from a good
night's sleep, but the glow on his face was a dead giveaway.

"What d'ya want?" he asked.

"We heard the noise," Mitch said.

"And you have that look," I added. "Like you just got fucked in the ass."

"So what's your point?" Chip asked.

"We want in," Mitch replied.

"Don't deny it," I said. "We know you got other guys in there."

Chip sighed, seeing that he wasn't going to get rid of us. "Okay, just get
in here and shut up."

"So who else is here?" I asked as we ducked through the door.

"Chris and Brad," Chip answered. Chris was a dusty-haired, muscular
linebacker with a goatee and piercing gray eyes. Brad was an Adonis of a
fullback, six feet of solid, hard muscle covered in red hair. I was
surprised to hear that they were now part of Chip's sexual adventures. "And
we also have one of the Trojans that Chris met down in the hot tub. His
name's George."

"A Trojan?" I asked, surprised that one of our opponents would be mingling
with the enemy the night before the big game. "What's he like?"

"Stocky little fucker," Chip replied. "You'd like him, though. He can
really fuck up a storm."

"Hey, are you talking about me?" A gruff, unfamiliar voice came from the
bedroom. It must've been this mystery Trojan named George.

We rounded a corner and saw the bed in utter disarray. Brad was holding
Chris in his hard, muscled arms as they lay naked on the bed. George was a
short, stocky, hairy fireplug stretched out on the bedsheets next to
them. His dick was still semi-hard, leaking drops of cum onto his furry,
soft stomach. He must've been the one doing the fucking earlier.

"Looks like it's been a hot night," Mitch commented.

"You wouldn't believe us if we told you," Brad replied.

Chip introduced us to George, who seemed too tired to respond. I explained
how turned on Mitch and I got from overhearing the commotion next door. We
discovered that George had just finished fucking Chip in the ass.

"Well, then," I said to Chip, "sounds like you need some release. Maybe
some mutual cock-sucking?"

Chip grinned. "Sounds like a plan." He looked at Mitch. "What about you?"

Mitch smiled nervously. "Well, maybe I could fuck you while you're doing
that."

Chip nodded and dropped his towel, freeing his rapidly rising dick. Mitch
and I pulled off our clothes, and I tugged on my cock until it had swollen
to a full erection. Mitch also pumped his shaft, preparing himself.

When I was ready, I lay down on the bed and looked at Chip. "Come on, Chip,
fuck my mouth."

Chip eagerly climbed over me into a 69 position, letting his thick cock
dangle onto my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked on it, causing Chip
to let out a groan as he slid his shaft past my lips, pushing the entire
length of it down my throat.

His cock tasted salty, and I could tell that he'd already cum that night. I
was eager to make his second orgasm a memorable one, so I grunted, letting
the vibrations of my throat caress his stiff rod.

Still moaning, Chip wrapped his fingers around my shaft and squeezed out a
drop of precum, which he promptly licked off. I shuddered, then groaned
again when Chip took my rock-hard dick into his mouth, proving to be just
as good of a deep-throater as I was. My body arched up, not prepared for
the sudden, intense sensation of my shaft slipping down his moist throat.

Chip and I groaned as we sucked on each other's cocks hungrily, our husky
bodies heaving as the others just watched in envy. I looked up as Mitch
climbed onto the bed and knelt behind Chip, straddling my head, his hard
dick throbbing right before my eyes. Mitch and I smiled at each other as he
placed his hands on Chip's muscular back.

"All right, big guy," Mitch declared, "I'm gonna fuck your ass now. You're
mine."

He shoved his cock right into Chip's waiting asshole, causing Chip to let
out a startled grunt that made me shiver. Mitch let out a torrent of
"fucks" and grunts as he started humping Chip's ass vigorously. As I
continued slurping on Chip's meat, I got a extremely close-up view of
Mitch's cock sliding in and out of Chip's body.

The three of us sucked and screwed each other amidst a flurry of thrusts,
groans, and sighs. I could tell that Brad's lust was boiling over as he
stood at the side of the bed, watching us. His cock was literally drooling
precum.

"Damn it," he finally blurted out, "I have got to join this."

Brad stepped onto the bed and walked across it, stepping over Chip and me
so that he was straddling our heaving bodies.  I reached out and wrapped my
hands around his ankles, holding him steady. I heard Brad growling above
me, and I could tell that Mitch had started sucking on his dick.

With the addition of Brad to our pile of sweating, entwined bodies, the bed
stopped creaking, its springs unable to be compressed any further. The bed
just shook as all four of our cocks found pleasure.

Actually, make that five, because out of the corner of my eye I saw Chris
climbing onto the bed and moving up behind Brad's muscular frame. All I
could hear was Chris whispering something to Brad, then a loud cry from
Brad's lips as Chris buried his cock in Brad's ass.

I moved my hands from Brad's ankles to Chris' calves as he pounded his
shaft into Brad's body, as Brad sank his cock down Mitch's throat, as Mitch
fucked Chip eagerly, as Chip sucked on my hard dick, as I deep-throated
Chip. Sweat was dripping off everybody's bodies, and it all found its way
down to me on the bottom, drenching me in hot, salty streams. The friction
between Chip and me was getting unbearably hot, and I knew that I was close
to my climax.

It was a rare event, but I was the first to cum in the group. After all,
it'd been two weeks since I'd last shot my wad, and I was so desperate to
cum that I let out a fierce roar... which was fortunately muffled by Chip's
cock thrusting in my mouth.

I reared up, forcing my cock all the way down Chip's throat, a powerful
wave of pleasure blasting the first volley of cum down his gullet. I was
twisting my body, shaking uncontrollably as my cock wouldn't stop pulsing,
shooting jet after jet of hot juice into Chip's stomach.

I finally slid Chip's dick out of my own mouth so I could cry out. I
must've been shooting my cum faster than Chip could swallow it, because he
took my still throbbing dick out of his mouth and pumped on it with his
fist, letting the spurts of juice splatter across his face and onto my
already sweat-soaked stomach.

I felt Chris run his tongue across the sensitive head of my cock as it
continued to pulse, churning out more spunk into his mouth. By the time my
orgasm ended, I was too light-headed to even think about where I
was. Feeling Chip's wet cock dangling against my lips, I instinctually took
it into my mouth again and started suckling on it.

As Chip started fucking my mouth again forcefully, he licked my softening
cock, cleaning off the coat of cum covering the shaft. I heard him call
out. "Hey, George. Come over here."

The bed trembled again as George lay his stocky body across my legs,
spreading his own legs so that his balls were pressed up against
mine. George's stout, hard cock was now in a perfect position for Chip to
start sucking on.

It wasn't long before Brad started groaning, still shoving his cock down
Mitch's throat. "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna come!" he yelled out. I heard a
slapping sound, and I knew that Brad had pulled his cock out of Mitch's
mouth and was masturbating furiously. With a loud grunt, Brad started
cumming, no doubt hosing Mitch's chest with his hot cum.

Chris started moaning loudly as he came in Brad's ass. My hands were still
on Chris' legs, and I could feel the muscles in his calves tensing as he
shot his load into Brad's body.

I felt something hot and sticky dripping onto my face. I looked up and saw
white drops streaming off of Mitch's balls onto my cheek as he continued to
fuck Chip's ass. I soon realized that it must be Brad's cum, dripping down
Mitch's body and onto me. Some of it managed to work its way into my mouth
despite Chip's thrusting cock, and I tasted Brad's salty spunk, salty
because it had mixed with Mitch's sweat.

And then Mitch started to shake and groan as he started spurting his cum
into Chip's ass. At just about this same, I heard George cry out. It hadn't
taken very long for the little fucker to reach his climax, and now he was
pumping his load down Chip's throat.

Mitch suddenly yanked his cock from Chip's ass and aimed it at my face,
shooting strands of his cum across cheek and mouth, even splattering it
across Chip's pumping shaft.

I could tell Chip wanted to make an impression, being the last one to
release his load. His burly body arched up as he threw back his head and
let out a deafening yell. I felt his cock grow even harder, then it burst
forth with a blast of his juice.

A thought went through my mind. I already had two men's cum on my face. Why
not a third? After swallowing that first salvo of Chip's cum, I slid his
cock out of my mouth and jerked on it with my fist, pumping out his thick
load of sperm onto my face, where it mixed with Brad's and Mitch's. I
opened my mouth, and let some more of his juice drip onto my tongue.

Chip finally let out a heavy sigh and collapsed on my body, his massive
frame threatening to crush me. Fortunately, he wanted to cool off, and as
soon as the others had disengaged from one another and moved off the bed,
Chip rolled off me onto his back.

That's when I finally realized that I was completely soaked in cum. Brad's,
Mitch's, Chip's, some of George's... even my own. The other guys chuckled
at my soiled state, but then Brad lay next to me and started licking my
face, cleaning off the layers of cum. I felt George still between my legs,
sucking on my soft cock, coaxing out stray drops of my own sperm.

Suddenly, my dick began to stir again in George's mouth. "Hey, guys," he
said. "Looks like he's ready for more."

And yes, we ended up doing a lot more, but I don't want this letter to turn
into a novel. Besides, Tim, I'm sure you've already rubbed out a load while
reading this. As you can tell, I've been having a great football season.

Still horny, Sloan.


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