Date: Fri,  8 Feb 2008 12:55:12 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 28 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 28: Entering the Pros

"See something you like?" the resort manager asked me as he led me across
the courtyard to my room. I guess he'd noticed the great interest I'd taken
in one of the other guests, a muscle-bound bear tanning himself next to the
pool under the midday sun.

After my freshman year of college, I returned home to do some summer
landscaping work with Cliff and Bryan, once again enjoying our occasional
"lunch breaks," In July, though, I decided to treat myself with some of the
money I'd been saving. I made reservations for the Ursa Major Inn, located
outside of Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

I had spent countless hours on the Internet searching for a gay resort
where I could kick back, relax, and basically be my big, lazy self. Seeking
a change in pace from the Texas landscape, I decided to branch out and look
as far as California and Florida. When I saw the description of the Ursa
Major, "a den for bears and their admirers," I decided to give it a try.

It was a good two-day drive to Ft. Lauderdale from Cicero, Texas, but when
I reached the resort and felt the tropical air on my skin, I knew it'd been
worth the drive. And when the resort manager let me in the gate and I saw
the assortment of bears lying around the pool, I knew I'd chosen the right
place to stay.

It was that one bear in particular. Even though he was lying on a pool
chair, I could tell that was well over six feet tall and probably three
hundred pounds of solid meat and muscle. His chest and belly were covered
by dark brown fur which disappeared into his swim trunks. His hair was
short and curly, probably naturally dark but just slightly sun-bleached. He
had on sunglasses and seemed to be staring directly at the sun. He was
probably taking a nap as he tanned.

The resort manager waited until he had let me into my studio-styled room
before commenting further on my obvious interest in the sunbathing hulk of
a bear.

"He's a regular here during the summer," he explained. "But he has to go
back to training camp next week."

Now I understood. And it probably explained why the bear looked vaguely
familiar. "He's a football player?" I asked.

The manager nodded. "Tim Butcher. He plays for some team in the Midwest."

"Yeah," I interrupted, finally recognizing the name. "He plays center. I
didn't know he was gay."

The manager grinned. "Not many people do. Although there was that magazine
that almost outed him last year."

I nodded, remembering the special feature in a gay-oriented magazine about
closeted athletes. The article had mentioned rumors about a gay offensive
lineman in the NFL, but it hadn't named names. "So that's who they were
talking about?"

The manager leaned in closer to me and whispered coyly. "And he's single,
too." He gave me a wink as he backed out the door and left me to unpack.

***

By the time I'd gotten into my own swimming trunks and went out to sun
bathe by the pool, the pro-football player of my dreams was nowhere to be
seen. I just sighed to myself, keeping in mind that I'd probably see him
again during the week. Besides, there were plenty of other bearish bodies
to ogle at in the meantime. I staked out a place by the pool and started
soaking in the rays.

I must have dozed off, because when I opened my eyes, I found that I had
been joined in the chair next to mine by none other than Tim Butcher. Even
though his eyes wwre still covered by his shades, I could tell he was
looking over my body.

"Hey, you're up," he said in a brawny, but good-natured voice. "Thought you
might get burned. Another few minutes and I would've kicked you awake."

"Thanks," I replied, using the exchange of pleasentries to get a good look
at his enormous, muscle-packed body. His arms were massive, his chest
broad, and his stomach covered by a thick paunch. I was even more impressed
by his powerfully muscled legs, obviously the product of countless years in
a weightroom. I knew he'd been playing in the NFL for nearly a decade, and
had struggled to keep in shape while maintaining his bulk for the offensive
line.

What really slew me, though, was his friendly face. When he took off his
sunglasses and extended a hand, I was instantly lost in his sparkling eyes-
I was certain he had a bit of Irish in his blood- and the rugged but
inviting contours of his face. I knew he could probably furrow those brows
and crunch his face into a mean-as-hell scowl on the football field, but
for now, on vacation, he looked like the most amiable fellow on the planet.

"Hey, I'm Tim." As if he needed to introduce himself. The resort manager
had probably spilled the beans to this lug about my thinly-veiled interest
in him.

"I know," I answered as his strong grip nearly crushed my hand. "I'm
Sloan."

"First time out here?" He left his sunglasses off so I could see he was
still checking out my body.

I nodded. "Turning out to be a pretty good start, too."

Tim chuckled, and we got to talking. It must've been a long time, too,
because before we knew it, the sun was starting to set. By then, we'd moved
into a nearby hot tub, where we exchanged stories about our
upbringings. About when we knew we were gay. Tim had his first gay
experience in Catholic school, so I was right about the Irish part. Found
out he had a bit of German and English mixed in, as well. He told me about
a few experiences with other pro-ballers, but that even most of his own
teammates didn't know he was gay. Sounded like a tough life.

I told him about my many sexual encounters, about the time I was assaulted
by those Texas cops, and my on-again-off-again relationship with Norm
O'Malley, the center on my own football team. Tim seemed amazed at the ease
with which I managed to get supposedly straight guys into the sack.

We were having such a good time just chatting that I even told him about
what I did to Lorne during my fraternity Hell Week. I'd know that Tim had
seen and done a lot in his lifetime, but even he seemed shocked.

"Man, oh man," he murmured, whistling at the audacity of it all. "I've run
into a few assholes I'd like to just fuck like that. Teach 'em a lesson or
two." We were quiet for a minute or two, and I was afraid that I'd turned
him off with talk of forcible sex. But finally, he just shook his
head. "Damn, you must really be something in bed. From the sounds of it,
you've got even more experience than me."

I smiled, flattered that he'd even say something like that. But then I
thought about it a little more. "Actually," I sighed, "that's not very
true." I proceeded to unload my feelings to him. Telling him that I seemed
to be bumbling through my sexual adventures, never really taking time to
stop and enjoy it all.

Much to my surprise, we ended up continuing the conversation over dinner at
a nearby Cuban restaurant. The other restaurant patrons didn't even give us
so much as a second glance, probably assuming we were drinking buddies, or
perhaps teammates from some local sports team having a guys' night out.

We hadn't really talked about it, but it was obvious by the time we
returned to the Ursa Major that both of us wanted to get physical. So as we
walked through the front gate into the courtyard, Tim turned to me and
asked with a hint of mischief, "So, your place or mine?"

A moment later, we were in my studio-styled room, closing the blinds and
practically tearing away our clothes. We got our shirts off, and Tim
clutched me with his hands and pulled me against him as we merged in an
eager kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his massive upper body, just savoring the feeling
of having a large, warm mass to hold onto. He also enveloped me in his
mighty arms, and I felt safe. We clung to each other for several minutes,
alternately exchanging kisses and staring into each other's eyes.

Finally, Tim released me and lay me on my bed. He undid my pants and pulled
them off, leaving me naked, my cock hard and dripping with precum. As I lay
there watching him standing over me, he dropped his own pants, and his
stiff erection sprang up. It was over eight inches long, almost as big as
mine, and the veins around it seemed to pulse with excitement.

I stared at Tim's body, standing before me like some hyper-developed statue
of Hercules. His body bulged in every place. He stroked his hard shaft with
his hand as he thought about what he wanted to do to me.

He climbed onto the bed and kneeled over me, bringing his mouth down on my
chest. His tongue glided across my skin, teasing my nipples. I moaned as he
moved down my body, licking the sweat off my belly. He slid down my body,
intentionally avoiding my cock, running his tongue over my legs and over my
balls.

As he rolled me over onto my stomach, it became clear to me that he was
giving me an all-over tongue bath, something I'd never experienced
before. And for a lazy bear like myself, it felt like heaven. I felt his
body covering me as he explored ever muscle of my body with his mouth.

I felt him spread apart my ass with his strong hands, and he blew lightly
against my asshole. I let out a cry as he suddenly attacked it with his
mouth, forcing his tongue into my ass. To feel something that hot and slick
invading my hole was a sensation I'd never gotten, not even while being
fucked.

Tim spent a good fifteen minutes relentlessly eating out my ass, until it
was as clean and slippery as it had ever been. And, more importantly, my
asshole was completely relaxed, ready to accept anything that might be slid
into it.

Tim finally pushed himself up and leaned into my ear.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, okay?" he murmured.

"I'm ready," I replied, which was kind of stupid, because I'd been ready to
get fucked by Tim since the moment I laid eyes on him.

He didn't even need to direct his dick to my ass with his hands. My ass was
open and willing to take it in. He just positioned his cockhead against my
hole and slid it in like a hot knife going through butter. I sighed as he
entered me, not from the physical pleasure, but from the satisfaction of
knowing that Tim and I were now connected.

I imagined him on the football field, fending off linemen and protecting
his quarterback. I tried to make the leap from that growling behemoth on
the line of scrimmage to the whimpering, gasping mound of flesh that was
now humping my ass, desperately trying to deposit a load of sperm into my
body.

"I've had fantasies of fucking a college lineman," Tim whispered into my
ear as he fucked me.

"I've had fantasies about being fucked by a pro," I whispered back.

Tim continued exploring my back and neck with his mouth, one time even
biting my shoulder to stifle a cry of ecstasy. I heard his breaths becoming
more labored as he pounded into me, and the sweat dripping off of his body
onto mine made it clear how much he was exerting himself. From personal
experience, I knew how difficult it was to sustain a vigorous fucking when
you're carrying a load of over three hundred pounds on your body.

"I'm gonna cum," Tim suddenly growled as he gripped my arms with his
muscular, worn hands. "Oh, fuck..."

His body quaked on top of me as he grunted repeatedly, his dick pulsing
inside me as hot cum poured out of him. Tim bit my shoulder again, whimpers
fighting to escape his mouth as he pumped what was left of his strength
into my ass.

When it was over, he just lay on me, his massive body not seeming all that
heavy, but actually somewhat comforting, like a heavy blanket. I enjoyed
the soothing feeling of his body expanding with each deep breath he took.

Tim rested his chin on my shoulder so that our faces were next to one
another. He gave me a kiss on the cheek, and I laughed.

"I think we're gonna have a good week," I said.

"No complaints here," he replied as we both sighed.


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