Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:42:23 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 22 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/

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


Chapter 22: Ballers

I've always considered rugby a very sexy sport, even more rough-and-tumble
and dirtier than football could ever be. In fact, a couple of the players
on the football team- deprived of athletics after the season ended in
December- became "ballers," as the members of the rugby squad called
themselves, in the spring.

Since I spent many afternoons and evenings working out in the athletics
center, I often found myself sharing the weight room, locker room, and
showers with the brash, muddy, and muscular rugby players after their
practices and games. I was particularly fascinated by the way the showers
would wash off the dirt and grime from their tired bodies, until they
emerged, dripping and looking like entirely different people.

The rugby team practiced on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday afternoons, and
when I went one Friday for my afternoon session in the weight room, I found
the locker room overrun by mud-plastered ballers. When I returned after my
workout, though, the locker room was deserted, the ballers having showered
and gone home to begin their wild weekends, which I'm sure involved one,
long unending party.

I was pulling off my shoes and socks when, to my surprise, a tired rugby
player trudged into the locker room, still in uniform and dirty, even
carrying a worn rugby ball under his arm. I wondered what this straggler
was doing this late in the afternoon.

I recognized him as a baller whom I'd seen several times in the shower. I
knew that under those soiled and stained rugby tee and shorts, he had an
extraordinarily stout, muscular body with only a hint of body hair. He was
probably half a foot shorter than me, but my guess was that he weighed at
least 250 pounds. His moppish dirty brown hair was made even dirtier brown
by the dust that powdered it.

"Hey," he said as he stopped to unlock his locker.

"Hey there," I replied. "Thought I heard another foolish soul come in
here."

"And I thought I was the only one who stayed out this late." He opened his
locker and started kicking off his shoes.

"I've seen you around. I'm Sloan."

"I know," he said, nodding. "You play football, right?"

"The American version," I answered.

He grinned and held out his hand. We squeezed each other's hands tightly as
if it was some kind of contest of grip strength. "Sean Noonan." He gestured
to my sweaty body. "Well, I didn't see you out on the field, so I assumed
you were doing some lifting."

I peeled off my tee-shirt and patted my paunch with both hands. "Too bad
lifting weights only adds bulk."

"Hey, what're you bitching about?" Sean took off his shirt, revealing a
barrel chest complemented by a thick stomach. "At least you don't have the
coach on your back telling you to lose weight every day. Why do you think
I'm here so late? He keeps me here to run laps. As if I'll shed fifty
pounds by next week doin' that."

I smiled at the irony. "Actually, I know exactly how it feels. Why do you
think I'm here at the gym every day? Besides, you're not overweight. You're
just over-developed in the muscle department."

"Thanks," Sean responded sarcastically as he pulled off his shorts. "That
makes me feel a whole lot better." He stood in his jockstrap, his stocky
legs planted firmly on the ground. Layers of sweat and dust coated his
skin.

I took off my workout shorts. "You hittin' the showers, too?"

"Well, I don't plan on going home stinkin' like a hog," Sean replied.

He took off his jock and looked up at me. I found it hard to keep my eyes
off his soft dick hanging between in his legs, soft but fat. "Well, you
gonna shower up or not?" he asked impatiently.

"Yeah." I fumbled as I yanked off my boxers. "Sure." I could feel my own
soft dick beginning to swell, and I was relieved when Sean turned away.

As I followed Sean into the shower room, I observed the thickset rugby
player's muscled body moving as he ambled over to a shower head and waited
for the water heat up. I went up to the adjacent shower and turned it on.

"Oh, yeah, this makes it all worth it," Sean muttered as he let the water
cascade over his stout frame, the water turning brown from the dirt that it
washed from his body. "The water's all hot and ready from the other guys."

"Yeah." I looked at Sean, his eyes closed, thick arms flexing as he ran his
hands over his face and tousled hair. His fat hands slid across his neck
and broad chest.

Then, almost imperceptibly, his cock twitched as it began to swell. I had
to look twice to confirm what I was seeing. He suddenly opened his eyes and
saw me staring at his body. He grinned devilishly.

"God, I'm feeling horny," he sighed.

I swallowed hard and looked down at my own cock, which was half-erect and
hardening rapidly. "You, too?" I managed to reply weakly.

"One of my dirty little secrets," Sean replied. "You see, usually after
practice I'm all alone here when I hit the showers, so..."

He didn't have to complete his sentence, because his dick began to stiffen
and rise. Sean watched my cock jump as it stiffened rapidly. I gasped,
amazed by how hot Sean looked as the hot water poured down his body and
streamed off the tip of his stiff shaft, carrying with it the dirt and
sweat.

Sean's mouth opened, and he sighed as his cock stiffened to a stout six
inches, his erection standing perfectly vertical, pressed against his round
belly. I'd never seen a dick stand so erect before.

He reached down and wrapped the thick fingers of his right hand around his
shaft, pumping it up and down. He closed his eyes from the pleasure, then
opened them and looked straight at me, standing there with my hard-on
sticking out.

I grinned stupidly and grasped my own cock, beginning to rub the shaft. The
muscles in my chest and arm throbbed.

Sean smiled and leaned up against the cold tile wall, bracing his body with
his broad back and strong legs as he jerked off. His wide, friendly face,
with his Irish eyes and gleaming smile, was filled with an expression of
ecstasy. Sharp, ragged breaths escaped from his mouth as his fat cock
reddened.

I took a step towards Sean. No words were needed. He could tell what I
wanted from the look in my eyes. He stood up, pushing himself away from the
wall. I walked up behind him, towering over his stocky form, and pressed my
stiff cock against the small of his back as I wrapped my arms around Sean's
wide chest. I ran my hands across his chest and stomach, then braced his
chest with a forearm as my other hand slid down and wrapped around Sean's
stiff cock, still pointed skyward.

Sean groaned, his body heaving as I pumped his stout cock with my hand,
caressing it as lovingly as I would my own dick. I could tell this was a
first for Sean, and he was loving the feeling. He closed his eyes and gave
in to the sensation as he leaned back against my body.

I reached down with my free hand and cupped Sean's balls in them. He
grunted loudly, tossing his head back and looking up at my grinning face.

"You like this?" I murmured.

"Fuck, yeah," he moaned back.

Our bodies moved together, pressed tightly, my hands caressing and probing
the most sensitive regions of his body.

"Oh, fuck, Sloan," he groaned. "I'm gonna cum."

"Go ahead, tough guy," I huffed. "Cum all over my hand."

Sean's breathing became more ragged as he began to whine, his sad eyes
looking more and more pitiful as his body began to tremble. "Oh, fuck..."
he moaned as his fat cock throbbed.

A thick jet of hot white cum spurted out of his cock, spraying across his
chest and round stomach. His body bucked in my arms as he climaxed, volleys
of cum shooting straight up his chest. As Sean looked up into my eyes, I
was staring at the jets of white liquid spraying up at his face, then
splattering across his thick chest. His face trembled as he continued to
smile, knowing that I was fascinated by the sight of a muscleman cumming
like that.

More streams of cum spurted out of Sean's red dick and dripped across my
hands, which were still pumping his shaft and fondling his balls.

Sean gritted his teeth as grunting noises escaped from his mouth. He tried
desperately to keep control as I tried to imagine what he was feeling at
that moment.

Finally, his cock throbbed once more, then his orgasm subsided. His mouth
opened, and he sighed as his body went limp in my arms. Still spattered
with sticky cum, his chest expanded with each deep breath.

"Thank you," he murmured as he massaged his softening cock.

I slowly moved my body up and down, rubbing my still-erect dick against the
crack of his ass. I bent my knees a little, letting the tip of my cock poke
against his asshole, prodding it.

Much to my surprise, it actually turned him on even more. "Aw, fuck, put it
inside me, Sloan" he hissed as he clenched his teeth.

So, with both of us still standing under the running water, I pressed the
head of my cock against his ass, feeling my dick slowly push its way
in. Sean let out a long moan as I entered him.

I started thrusting into him, hugging him securely in my arms, but it soon
proved to be an impractical position, with the vast difference in our
heights. With my dick still buried in his ass, I pushed him down to the
floor of the showers and lay on top of him.

I resumed fucking him, this time with more power afforded by our new
positions on the floor. Sean grunted and writhed, and he spread his arms
and legs out so that he was lying completely prone beneath my humping body.

It only took a few minutes of fucking his ass as the hot water rained down
on us before I was ready to cum. When I did, pumping my load of steaming
cum into Sean's now incredibly clean body, he cried out. "Yeah, shoot your
hot football spunk into me!" Clearly, he'd been fantasizing about something
like this for a long time.

I finally just lay on him, letting the water beat down on my back. If Sean
hadn't been exhausted by his extra-long rugby practice, he was definitely
spent now. He barely moved under me, and when I did finally pull out, I had
to help him stand up to finish his shower.

"You know what?" he said to me as we toweled off, "I should really thank my
coach for keeping me here so late."


- fratbear
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