Date: Sat, 26 Jan 2008 14:07:18 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 23 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 23: Hazed and Confused

People who find out that I'm in a fraternity often ask me two things: was I
hazed as a pledge, and what purpose does it serve? The answer to the first
question is yes, the Delts did haze me and the other pledges during our
four-month pledge period.

As for its purpose, I didn't really understand it myself until a few weeks
into it. I mean, let's face it. We were going to spend the rest of our
college lives living in the same house, sharing the restrooms, depending on
one another every day, not only for fun and leisure, but also for emotional
support. The hazing was meant to bring the pledges together until we were
comfortable doing just about anything together.

And I mean everything. By the time I was a lowly pledge, not too much of
the hazing process involved physical pain. Absent were the paddles or the
electric shocks you sometimes hear about. No, the Delts' preferred hazing
techniques involved mostly alcohol or sleep deprivation, with a healthy
dose of humiliation tossed in. Often the rituals combined all of these
elements, like that Monday morning when all the pledges were awakened in
their dorm rooms at four in the morning and forced to strip down and run
naked across the campus, chug a beer, and run back to the Delt House.

Or the time when they made us do that at two o'clock in the afternoon.

There were about a dozen new pledges being indoctrinated in the ways of the
Delts, and so we were divided into two teams who were hazed separately. I
guess it allowed the actives to devote more attention to each individual
pledge. In other words, to inflict more alcohol, sleep deprivation, and
humiliation.

I was rather fond of the five other pledges with whom I'd been
teamed. Three of them were also football players. Parker and Buckey were
both muscle-bound behemoths who, like me, were still freshmen linemen
struggling to earn a starting position on the team. With his glasses and
preppy-ish haircut, Parker actually looked like he had a modicum of
intelligence in him. Buckey, on the other hand, had that glaze-eyed farmboy
expression that made him look like an idiot all the time. And he WAS an
idiot, albeit a very likable one.

Spank was a talented, rough-and-tumble linebacker with a perpetual stubble
and the beginnings of a beer belly. Then there was Bubba, the dumpy,
overweight good ole boy with a single talent: he could drink anyone else in
the fraternity under the table. Then there was Paco, a devastatingly
handsome stocky Hispanic bear of a guy. Paco's deep brown eyes had me
entranced from the moment I met him.

I was definitely NOT fond of the pledge educator who'd been assigned to
supervise our hazing process. Lorne was a hockey player who'd earned the
nickname "The Crushin' Russian" due to his Eastern European descent and his
legendary brutality as a member of the college's rather sad hockey
team. Off the ice, he was just as big of a dick.

Sure, Lorne was a big, hairy bear, and yes, that's just my type of guy. But
he was also one mean-looking pug-ugly grizzly. His nose looked like it'd
been broken a dozen times, and like it'd healed wrong each time. His curly
grayish-brown hair was always in a tangle, and his short beard was clumsily
trimmed in a not-very endearing way.

As a pledge educator and hazer, Lorne was pretty rough. He liked to yell
and taunt and humiliate us, but when he wasn't looking, our little
six-pledge group would huddle together and assure each other that we'd
support each other and that we wouldn't let Lorne's miserable personality
discourage us.

It was only a matter of time before the hazing techniques turned
sexual... in a big way. It was a Friday night, and our pledge team had been
summoned to Lorne's room at the Delt House. Lorne had left us alone in the
room, and so the six of us just stood around, anxiously anticipating the
coming, and no doubt humiliating, experience in store.

"What d'you think we're gonna hafta do tonight?" Bubba asked, his rotund
frame rocking back and forth nervously.

Parker looked unfazed by it all. "I'm thinkin' it's gonna be a mass
abandonment. Y'know, where they blindfold us and drive us out to the middle
of nowhere, and we have to find our way back to campus."

"Hey, that could actually be pretty cool," Paco chimed in.

"Yeah," Spank added with a foreboding tone, "it WOULD be cool, 'cept
according to my buddy Hal over at Omega Pi, they leave you in nothin' but
your underpants."

Buckey looked scared, a funny thing considering his immense size. "That
would suck."

I decided that I should put in my own two cents. "Well, I'm sure they'll do
that to us sometime, but probably not tonight." I pointed to the overturned
milk crate sitting in the middle of the floor. "I think Lorne's already got
something planned for us in here."

Everyone looked at the milk crate, then nodded in agreement. At that
moment, the door to the room opened, and Lorne marched in, supremely
confident as always. He lumbered up the milk crate and placed a large shot
glass on top of it.

"Well, pissants," he started. "Tonight you guys are gonna do something that
every Delt has had to do for decades. Believe it or not, I had to do it two
years ago. Even my dad did it when he was a pledge here. You don't ask
why. And you don't talk about it. Suffice to say, it's a true bonding
experience."

He paused. We could tell he was eagerly awaiting a question from one of us.

Poor, dumb Buckey finally asked. "So what're we supposed to do?"

Lorne chuckled. "You boys are gonna jerk off into this thing."

There was a sharp intake of breaths from the other pledges, who weren't
sure they'd heard right. I was sure I'd heard right, and I was secretly
thrilled, but I feigned shock and dismay along with the rest of them.

"You..." Bubba stammered, "you don't mean together, do you?"

"What do you think I meant, dumb ass?" Lorne snarled. "And to make sure of
it, I'll be right over here watching you guys. And by the way, last one to
cum has to clean the house bathrooms for the next two weeks."

We just stood around, frozen, unsure what to do.

"Hey, did you pussies hear me?" Lorne barked. "Last one to cum gets latrine
duty, so I suggest you get started. And the cleaning duty will begin with
cleaning out this shot glass when you're all through, so get wankin'"

He went over to his bed and sat, folding his arms, a big, sadistic grin on
his face.

My dick was already hard in my pants, but even I didn't want to be the
first to pull it out. We all exchanged glances, wondering who'd be the
bravest one.

Finally, Paco sighed. "Fuck this, man, I don't want to clean toilets." He
unzipped his jeans and fished out his soft, uncircumcised penis, which he
coaxed into an erection with his fingers. Soon he was busily pumping on his
cock, trying to force himself to cum.

Seeing him spring into action, Parker stepped up, planting his feet so
firmly on the floor that the room seemed to shake. He unbuttoned and
unzipped his pants, pulling them open. He pushed the waistband of his
underwear down, tucking it under his balls as his big dick flopped out. He
wrapped his meaty fingers around it and started massaging it into a
hard-on.

The rest of us started pulling out our cocks, and I took the opportunity to
compare them. Like the rest of his body, Bubba's dick was short but thick,
almost like a beer can. I actually had the biggest penis, although Buckey
was a close second.

I had my pants unbuttoned and pushed down to my knees, while the others-
except for Parker- exposed only their cocks, which poked out of their
flies. But all six of us stood around the crate, pumping on our dicks.

Bubba grunted and grinned. "This is pretty fucked up, ain't it?" he
remarked, and we all nodded in agreement. He closed his eyes, and I could
tell he was fantasizing about something so that he wouldn't have to think
about where he was and what he was doing.

The others also closed their eyes, only thinking about one thing: how to
cum as quickly as possible. Spank and Paco were big moaners, unable to
control the guttural sounds that came from their throats as they stimulated
themselves.

I, on the other hand, kept my eyes open, getting incredibly turned on by
the sight of the others beating off before me. I glanced over at Lorne, who
narrowed his eyes suspiciously. He was noticing the interest I was taking
in my fellow pledges' throbbing cocks. And he clearly didn't like
it. Still, he didn't say anything about it.

I looked over at Parker, who had his head thrown back, his eyes closed as
he pounded on his erection. His glasses jiggled on his nose as his body
trembled. His giant body seemed to getting shorter, and that's when I
realized his knees were starting to buckle. He was getting close.

"Aw, fuck." Parker's mouth opened wide, and he suddenly leaned forward,
opening his eyes and looking down at his swollen cock as he aimed it
towards the crate. "Fuck!" He huffed as volleys of cum shot out of his
dick.

Everybody opened their eyes and watched him spurt his juices over the
crate. A lot of it actually splashed over the shot glass. His body bucked
as he came, and I was worried that he was going to lose his balance, maybe
even tumble into the crate. But he didn't. He just shot a few more drops of
his spunk, then settled back, massaging his dick with his cum-splattered
hand.

"Oh, man," Spank moaned as he knelt on the floor. No sooner had his knees
hit the ground, he started shooting his load onto the crate, managing to
land more of his sperm into the shot glass than Parker had.

"Better back away, Spank," Buckey growled as he jerked his big
dick. "Unless you want my cum all over your face."

"That goes double for me," Paco said.

Buckey and Paco cried out together as they came at the same time, their
jets of spunk actually colliding in mid-air before splashing over the crate
and the shot glass. Buckey was incredible, his cock pumping out glob after
glob of sperm, even after Paco had stopped cumming.

We watched in amazement as the big guy suddenly yelled out and seemed to go
into a seizure. Suddenly, what looked like steady stream of cum came
pouring out of his cock, like he was pissing sperm. We all had to back up
to avoid getting drenched as his white juices poured over the crate. Even
Lorne leaned forward to watch in awe.

Finally, it ended, and Buckey released his dripping cock, his body slumping
as he tried to regain his breath,

"God damn, Buckey," Parker murmured. "Do you always cum like that?"

Buckey sighed as he nodded. "Why, doesn't everybody?"

Paco looked down at his own, softening cock, which was still coated with
his fluids. "Suddenly I feel inadequate."

"Hate to break up the love-fest, guys," Lorne interjected. "But I think
we're gonna have a two-man whack-off here."

Everyone else turned their attention to Bubba and me as we masturbated
wildly. Bubba's stout frame wobbled as he desperately tried to cum. I could
see that he was almost there.

But then, so was I. I reached down and fondled my balls as I headed towards
my climax. Then I had a thought. I didn't want to win this contest. I
wanted to lose. I wanted to handle that shot glass with everybody's cum in
it.

I slowed my pumping on my shaft, letting the urge to cum subside a
little. It was enough. I watched as Bubba shuffled forward and leaned over,
his broad face contorting as he gritted his teeth.

"Oh, god," he whimpered, letting out little whines as he came, his thick
cock pumping out gobs of cum that dribbled into the shot glass.

"Damn," I grunted, feigning disappointment. I pounded on my dick again, and
soon I was cumming, spraying my cum all over the top of the crate. I don't
even think any of it went into the glass.

Exhausted, we all tucked out dicks back into our pants, wiping our hands
off on our boxers and underwear. Lorne stood and clapped his hands slowly,
mocking us.

"Well done, men," he sneered. "But Sloan, as the loser, I want you to take
this crate to the showers and give it a good scrubbing."

The other pledges looked at me with pity, and I pretended to be disgusted
as I picked up the cum-splattered milk crate with the shot glass on top and
carried it out of the room.

Once in the bathroom, I set the crate down next to the sink and stared at
it, looking at everyone's juices mingling on the surface. And the smell. It
was the sweetest scent I'd ever experienced.

I picked up the shot glass and saw that it was half-filled with pure cum. I
looked at it for a moment. And I knew what I had to do. I couldn't help
myself. I brought the glass up to my lips and tossed it back, letting the
warm fluid pour into my mouth and down my throat.

I stood at the sink, savoring the taste. Until my reverie was shattered.

"Sloan, what the fuck?" Lorne was standing in the doorway.

I dropped the shot glass, which shattered in the sink in a thousand
pieces. This could take some explaining.


- fratbear
fratbear@excite.com
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