Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 12:35:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: "Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 2 of 45"

Warning: The following story contains explicit descriptions of gay
sex and has a sense of humor about it, so if you're under the age
of 18, of a prudish temperament, or are offended by the very
notion of gay sex... please do fuck off now.


"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://fratbear.tripod.com/

******

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

Chapter 2: Buddies


The next day was the start of a heat wave in Cicero. I was on edge
all day, keeping an eye out for Mark in the school hallways. I
wanted to grab him, to thank him for telling me about
masturbation, to talk to him about what happened, how it felt, and
whether it was normal.

But I didn't see him. By the end of the day, I just waddled out
the doors, head hanging in disappointment as I headed into the
blazing sun. Well, at least I could go home and jerk off again.

"Hey, Cosgrove." A voice called out behind me.

I turned around. Sure enough, I saw Mark scurrying up the sidewalk
to catch up with me.

"Been looking for you all day," he said as we started walking
together towards our neighborhood.

"Yeah, uh," I mumbled, trying to hide my eagerness.

"So did you do it?"

I nodded.

"Great, isn't it?"

"A little messy," I replied.

"How much did you shoot?" he asked. He seemed awfully curious
about the specifics.

"I dunno," I said. "A lot. It went everywhere."

"Hit yourself in the face with it?"

I nodded and grinned. "My dad almost caught me. Had to clean up in
a hurry."

We walked a little more. Damn, it was hot and dry. I just wanted
to get home to the air conditioning. The sweat was already
dripping down the back of my neck.

"Hey, when does your dad get home?" Mark asked.

I shrugged. "Probably around six. Why?"

"What do you say we go to your house and do it together?"

I was taken aback. "You mean... jerk off?"

"Sure." Mark grinned. "Come on, it'll be fun."

I shrugged again like an idiot. "Okay."

***

I stood next to an air vent, feeling the cool air bathing my body
as Mark walked around my house, looking around at the pictures of
me on the wall.

"You were a cute kid," he said as I walked up behind him to see
what he was looking at. He turned and looked at me. "You still
are."

"Really?" I asked. I'd never thought of myself that way.

He reached out and gripped my bicep with his hand. "Sloan, do you
ever find yourself attracted to other guys?"

"Sure," I said, a bit oblivious. "All the time."

Mark nodded, smiling. "Show me your room."

***

As soon as we stepped into my bedroom, Mark pulled off his already
sweat-soaked tee-shirt and started unbuttoning his pants. He saw
my hesitation.

"Sloan," he said, "we don't have all day."

I sighed and peeled off my own shirt. Mark stopped to admire my
torso.

"Geez, you've gotta the meatiest guy I've ever seen," Mark said.

He reached out and rubbed my chest with his fingers. I could feel
my hard-on growing in my jeans, straining to get out.

"All right," he said, "let's get rid of the rest."

He pulled off his pants and underwear and even peeled off his
socks. I followed suit, kicking off my pants and boxer shorts.

Both of our dicks were fully rigid as we stood buck-naked across
from one another. I could see the precum already glistening on the
head of his cock.

Mark placed his hands on my shoulders and stood on his toes so
that the tips of our cocks touched. We both giggled.

"Come on," he said, sitting on my bed and lying back.

I lay down next to him, the bed sagging under the immense weight
of our two bodies. Mark scooted over until our arms were pressed
against one another.

We both looked down at each other's cocks as we started jacking
off together. Precum seemed to literally drip from his dick onto
his stomach.

"You make a lot of noise when you do it?" Mark asked.

I nodded, then almost for emphasis, I let out a groan.

This seemed to make Mark really horny. He grunted, then started
murmuring. "Oh, fuck... fuck..."

We lay there, side by side, pumping our stiff rods in unison,
grunting and growling and cursing as our bodies got hotter and
hotter. Pressed together, our arms became slick with sweat that
rolled off onto the bedsheets. The room was filled with the sound
of our fists slapping against our balls with each pump.

"Uh, fuck, Sloan, this feels good," Mark groaned. He tilted his
head, resting it against my shoulder.

My breaths became short and jagged, and I leaned my head against
his, resting my face against his sweaty mop of hair. He turned his
head and licked the sweat off my shoulder.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," Mark moaned. "How about you?"

I deduced that he meant that he was gonna shoot his load like I
did the day before. I nodded. "I think I'm getting close."

Mark rolled over and stood up at the edge of the bed. He spread my
legs apart and stood between them. I looked up at him as we
continued jerking our dicks.

"You big lug," he said he stared at my prone body. "Come on, let
me see you cum."

I growled in response. "Uh, fuck, Mark," I groaned as I felt the
pressure building in my balls. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

Mark knew what that meant. He leaned forward, pushing my hand away
from my cock, and pressing our two throbbing erections together.
He gripped both shafts with his hand and pumped them at the same
time.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Mark was jerking both of us
off together. My body writhed with pleasure as I felt myself
rocketing towards the second orgasm of my short life.

"Here it comes, Mark," I groaned, then I yelled out.

Mark threw his head back, and his body spasmed as twin spurts of
cum burst from our cocks at precisely the same moment. Mark had
his timing down to a science.

He pumped even harder and faster on our members as jet after jet
spewed out, splattering and mingling on my chest and belly. We
both grunted and sighed loudly as our bodies shook and heaved.

With a final jolt, both of our dicks spurted out their last
droplets of hot spunk.

Mark just looked down at my body, which was streaked, spotted, and
splattered with cum in what must have looked like some kind of
abstract work of art.

"You are adorable, Sloan," he murmured.

The he suddenly got down on his knees, kneeling over my body. To
my shock and surprise, he started licking up the still-hot cum on
my torso.

I watched in fascination as he lapped up every last drop like a
hungry dog. He even flicked his tongue across my pink nipples,
which made me growl in response.

He took my half-hard cock, still sticky and dripping with cum, and
enveloped it in his hot mouth. I felt my leg kicking the air like
an over-excited hound as he sucked on it, cleaning it off.

Finally, he looked up at my newly cleaned body, wiping away a spot
of cum rolling down his chin. "Thanks, man. I've been wanting to
do that for as long as I can remember."

"How could you like someone who looks like me?" I asked. "I mean,
I look really weird and stuff."

Mark laughed as he lay down on top of me, resting his head on my
fuzzy chest.

"Some of us just like teddy bears," he replied.

We just lay there, bodies pressed together, cock rubbing slowly
against one another. Waiting to regain our breaths.

***

A few minutes later, Mark stood up and started pulling on his
clothes. He looked at my exhausted, naked frame, still prone on my
bed.

"Wanna do this again tomorrow?" he asked.

I just nodded.

***

It became our routine. Almost every day after school, Mark and I
would scramble back to my house, tearing off our clothes as soon
as we got into my bedroom. We'd jerk off, maybe reach over and
jerk each other off sometimes.

It never went further than manual stimulation, though. It'd always
end up with Mark cleaning me off with his tongue, but for some
strange reason, it didn't ever seem to cross either of our minds
to suck each other's cocks, or even fuck, for that matter.

Two weeks later, the heat wave was still baking Cicero. Actually,
it was worse than ever. A hundred degrees in the shade.
I was walking home after school alone. Mark had gotten himself
into detention for flipping off a teacher or something, so I was
without my buddy.

My house was only four blocks from the main highway through
Cicero. There's a truck stop there that I sometimes went to for a
bite to eat, or in this case, to get something to drink.
Without Mark to entertain me, I decided to stop by and get a soda
at the truck stop store.

As I walked through the store, which at this time of day was
sparsely populated, I passed by a huge rack of magazines on the
way to the soda fridge. Catering mostly to truckers, the racks
were full of porno mags with busty, silicone enhanced babes
flashing their smiles on the covers.

But then my eyes caught a glance of a special shelf, one devoted
to gay male magazines. I walked right past, to the end of the
aisle, lingering at the end to see if there was anyone around. The
only other person in the store was the cashier, lazily flipping
through a magazine at the counter.

I backtracked to the magazine racks, looking around furtively,
before reaching up and snatching a magazine with a naked
bodybuilder on the cover. I quickly shoved it under my shirt.

I looked around again. No one had seen me. I walked quickly to the
refrigerator and grabbed a cold soda.

I was half-expecting to be busted by the cashier, but he barely
even noticed I was there. I paid for the soda and got the hell out
of there.

Thanks to the hot weather, combined with the anxiety at getting
caught, sweat was pouring down my body as shuffled home as fast as
I could.

As soon as I got in the door, I pulled the damp magazine from
under my clothes and flipped it open. The first thing I saw was
layout of pictures of two musclemen fucking on a sofa.

My dick immediately hardened, and I had to unzip and pull open my
pants to let it out for some air. I rubbed my dick absent-mindedly
as I went to my bedroom, closed the door, and shed my clothes.

I flipped to another page, only to be faced with a picture of one
of the musclemen spewing his load of cum onto the other guy's
face.

I couldn't control myself. With a grunt and heave, I suddenly
came, sperm shooting out onto the floor and bed. My legs weakened,
and I fell onto the bed, smearing my body with puddles of my own
juice.

***

I shared the magazine with Mark over the next few months as our
daily jerk-off sessions continued. But even with the added
stimulation material, we still never moved beyond handjobs.
Although one time we jerked off onto each other's faces, just to
see what it was like.

And all this time, I continued to get bigger and bigger. By the
end of the school year, I was over 6 feet tall, and a good 260
pounds. We found a tape measure and measured different parts of my
body. My waist was up to 38 inches, and my chest was 55 inches
around. The part that interested Mark the most, though, was my
cock, which had grown to 8 inches long when hard.

After taking the measurements, Mark made me sit on a couch while
he knelt on the floor between my spread legs and jerked me off
with both of his hands wrapped around my shaft. When I came, as a
joke he pointed my dick back towards me, causing me to splatter
myself in the face with my spooge.

When I was done, Mark lapped up the dripping spunk, then kissed me
hungrily. I could still taste my cum on his tongue.

My dad never caught on to what was going on between me and Mark,
and he probably never wouldn't have caught on, had Mark's family
not decided to move to Houston that summer.

I tried to remain poised about it, tried not to show how much it
tore me up inside. But this was Mark. The person who'd introduced
me to the pleasures of sex. The only person I'd ever had a sexual
experience with.

The night after Mark finally left, my dad found me in my bedroom,
curled up on my bed, buried under the covers.

"You'll find other friends," he said to me. "Don't worry. You're
about to go into high school. There'll be plenty of new people
there."

He was right, you know, but that night, I didn't want to hear it.
He just didn't understand.

"I won't meet anyone like Mark," I mumbled back.

"Sure you will," dad said cheerfully, patting me on the shoulder.
"You'll have all the people you'll meet on the football team. And
think of all the girls you'll meet. You know, they really go for
the jocks. I remember when I was your age, and..."

I sat up, startling him. "Dad, don't you get it? I don't want to
meet any girls. I want Mark. He and I..."

I stopped, realizing I'd already said too much. But my dad was
perfectly still, letting it sink in.

"You mean... You're telling me..." he stuttered. "You're gay?"

I nodded slowly, then buried myself under the covers again.

Dad was silent for a moment, then asked, "Why didn't you tell me
before?"

I didn't answer. He must've sat there for at least five minutes,
lost in his thoughts. Finally, he patted me again and stood up.

"Well," he sighed, "we'll figure this out. We'll think about this
and figure it out."

He turned and left me alone.

I had to love my dad. He never did get on my case about it. That
was all I needed to say to him, and he accepted it as reality. He
didn't need an explanation or anything. Although, to this day, I
think he still secretly hopes it's some kind of a phase I'll grow
out of. I know he's proud of me, though.

But then again, what dad wouldn't be proud of a future high school
football star?

- fratbear
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