Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2008 12:25:00 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 19 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 19: Bounced

The "Gang of Four" was a group of freshmen from my dorm, comprised of my
roommate and three guys who also happened to be in his Western Culture
study section. What started off as an attempt to pool their intellects in
order to pass their class soon became an excuse for them to perform a group
experiment in hedonism and public drunkenness. The "Gang"- they became
known by their single-syllable moniker- would spend every night exploring
the college town's bar and club scene and return to the dorm in the early
morning hours completely sloshed.

Like both Justin and me, the other three members of the Gang represented a
nice cross-section of Texas redneck life. There were Lars and Fred, whose
wiry frames and near-skinhead buzzcuts almost made them twins. I'd be hard
pressed to recall a moment when one of them wasn't drunk or stoned. And
there was pudgy, fun-lovin' Keith, whose perpetual three-day stubble and
gentle demeanor gave him the look and feel of a cuddly teddy
bear. Naturally, he was the only member of the Gang with whom I felt even
the slightest hint of kinship.

So although I was still blowing Justin on a regular basis, he was spending
more and more of his free time hanging out with his buddies. I was rarely
invited, and I didn't really mind. I was already on the prowl for another
soul who was more willing to get physical with me. With the exception of
Gus the phone guy, I hadn't encountered much luck in the "getting laid"
department.

And so you can probably imagine my surprise when Justin sprung the question
out of the blue one Saturday afternoon:

"Say, Sloan. Me and the Gang are headin' out to the Grand Tetons
tonight. Wanna join us?"

When he mentioned the Grand Tetons, he wasn't talking about the national
park. He meant the sleazy strip club on the corner of Sam Houston Avenue
and Sixth Street. It was a straight strip club.

I gave him my best poker face as I responded calmly. "In case it wasn't
obvious to you when I was sucking your dick, that's not exactly my thing."

Justin shrugged and laughed. "Yeah, I know. But you can still grab a
beer. Hang out with us. You don't have to get a boner to have fun."

I thought for a moment. It sure beat another night of studying. I shrugged
and replied in a noncommittal tone. "Sure. Why not?"

***

"Hey, we got ourselves a gang of five now," Keith trumpeted cheerfully as
he saw Justin and me approach the rest of the gang in the parking lot. I
just shook Keith's hand, giving him a little smile as I glanced at his
amiable eyes. We piled into the Fred's truck and were soon on our way off
campus.

The Grand Tetons wasn't exactly what you'd call a classy establishment. In
fact, you could hardly call it an establishment. It was nondescript brick
building on the verge of falling apart in the bad side of town, the part
where the streetlights were shot out and the alley ways were dark as a
bottomless pit.

Our eyes had to adjust to the darkness as we approached the front door, and
I was surprised by the large figure in the shadows looming before us. I
don't know if I was more startled by the sudden appearance of the Grand
Tetons' bouncer, or by the fact that he was bigger than me. A lot bigger. A
couple of inches taller and maybe a few dozen pounds heavier. Not somebody
I'd want to run into on a dark sidewalk. But that was exactly what had just
happened.

"Show me your I.D.," the bouncer ordered in a baritone voice. We all fished
out our driver's licenses, and he flashed the sharp beam of a flashlight on
each of them, then on each of our faces.

"Hey," Lars snarled, shielding his eyes from the bright spotlight, "you
mind?"

"Sorry," the bouncer sighed. "Go on in."

As he switched off the light, I finally got a good look at his face. As it
turns out, he was actually quite cute, with a short goatee, closely cropped
hair, and a pair of piercing silver eyes. Other than his size, he didn't
look threatening in the least. Actually, he looked like he was exhausted
from boredom. And, as we walked past him and ventured into the club, I
could've sworn that I saw a glint coming from his white teeth as he flashed
me a smile.

As I could've predicted, I was bored out of my mind by the dozen or so
naked women in the club, turning my attention to the Gang as they got
drunker and paid for ten-dollar lap dances. I downed a few beers, tried to
appreciate the art of the poor girls dancing on the stage, but after about
an hour, I was in desperate need of some fresh air.

The cool breeze felt good as I stepped out onto the sidewalk and took a few
deep breaths. It was a clear night with a nearly full moon, and the unlit
streets were illuminated by a soft glow.

"Getting hot in there?" I recognized the deep voice coming from the door
behind me.

I turned and looked at the bouncer, sitting on a stool, twirling his
flashlight in his hands. Under the moonlight, he looked awfully adorable as
he rocked back and forth.

"Interesting job you got," I remarked as I stepped towards him.

"Not that interesting." He stopped rocking and folded his arms. "Actually,
it's pretty damn dull most of the time."

"Rather be in there, huh?" I gestured to the door.

He looked at the door, then laughed. "Oh, nah." He grinned
bashfully. "Doesn't really do anything for me."

"Really?" This night was finally getting interesting.

He shrugged meekly, his huge body now appearing so small. "It's one of the
reasons they hired me. Apparently the guys before me used to have problems
keeping their hands off the girls."

"Hey, by the way, I'm Sloan." I held out my hand.

"Thor," the bouncer replied, dropping his flashlight on the ground as he
extended his hand. "Damn."

I knelt and retrieved it for him. "Cool name."

"Yeah, it's a lot cooler than Thorvald, which is what my mother stuck me
with." He chuckled. I liked the sound of his laugh. It was almost
child-like. We finally shook hands, but he gripped my hand like a vise,
refusing to let go. "You still in school?"

I nodded, letting him continue holding my hand in his. "Still a freshman."

He stared at me with those silvery eyes of his, hypnotizing me with them
before releasing my hand and clearing his throat. "So, Sloan, you think I
should take a break?"

I tried not to smile, trying to maintain a cool demeanor. I failed
miserably. "Sounds like a great idea," I replied as I grinned.

Thor stood up, and once again I was astounded by his size. For once, I felt
tiny. I watched as he opened the door, leaned inside, and yelled
something. Before I knew it, there was another bouncer guarding the door,
and Thor was gripping my hand again, dragging me around a corner into an
alley.

As my eyes adjusted, I could make out a van parked in the alley. "It's
mine," Thor declared, sliding open the door, revealing an interior with a
few thick blankets laid out on the floor.

Before I even had a chance to climb in, he was pawing me with his massive,
powerful hands, plastering my face with wet kisses, his goatee scratching
against my skin. I put my arms around him, gripping his meaty ribs with my
fingers, and returned the kisses. It'd been too long since I'd felt the hot
breath of another man on my face.

"God, I need this," Thor panted as he pulled my sweatshirt and tee-shirt
off in one swift motion. I quickly unbuttoned his flannel shirt as he went
to work on my jeans, which he had open and shoved down to my knees within
seconds. He wrapped his strong fingers around my cock and massaged it to a
full erection.

Under his shirt, a white tee-shirt was stretched taut across his big chest
and belly. I ran my hands across the tight cotton layer as he unbuckled his
belt and pulled off his pants, revealing what must've been a nine-inch,
throbbing dick already dripping with precum. His thick, sturdy legs
trembled with anticipation. I could see he was desperate to fuck me.

Without even asking, he spun me around and grabbed the back of my neck
roughly with his hand, pushing me down onto my stomach on top of the
blankets, the lower half of my body still extending out of the van. Anybody
who happened to wander into the alley would've seen us, but Thor didn't
seem to care. I could hear a squishing sound behind me as he lubed up his
impressive rod with his hand.

And then this Herculean giant was on me, spreading my legs apart, getting
down on his knees, and shoving that big cock into my ass with a bear-like
grunt. His dick was so thick that it hurt at first, but I just moaned as he
started pounding into me vigorously, clamping his hands on my shoulders to
brace himself.

I just lay prone as Thor fucked me fiercely, the van rocking from the force
of his thrusts. A whole assortment of squeals and cries came from his
lips. It felt so good that didn't occur to me until much later that I was
being fucked by a bouncer in an alley way outside a strip club.

"Yeah, take it, Sloan. Take it. I'm gonna shoot my cum into you." Thor
gasped for air as he gripped my shoulders tighter and pounded my ass with
his rigid shaft.

It only took a minute or two before he was howling with lust, on the verge
of his climax. "Aw, fuck, Thor. Fuck me," I growled, hoping to bring about
his orgasm a little bit faster.

"Oh, god," he whimpered. "Thank you, Sloan." It struck me as funny that he
was thanking me before he came, but then I felt his huge body quaking and
shivering on top of me as his cum spurted into my body.

Thor was making so many strange noises that I thought he was sobbing. And
after he had emptied his balls into me and pulled his dick out of my ass, I
looked up to find that he actually did have tears in his eyes.

"You okay?" I asked. This was starting to concern me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Thor grunted, still gasping for breath. "It's just been
so long since I've done that."

"I know how you feel." I rolled over and sat up, wiping the tears away from
his face. He was big and rough, but when it came down to it, he was just a
big sentimental softie. "You're really sweet, y'know that?" I said as I
patted his head.

He laughed quietly, and I stripped him of his tee-shirt, leaving him naked
except for his shoes. He was by far the biggest man I've ever seen, his
body packed with muscles so mammoth that he only appeared slightly
pudgy. His chest and stomach were a thick mass of brown fur.

I kicked off my own pants and rubbed my dick. "So, Thor. Mind if I fuck you
now?"

Thor grinned and nodded. "How do you want to do it?"

I stood and pulled him to his feet, pushing him up against the side of the
van. I wanted to do this standing up, something I'd never done. Thor handed
me his bottle of lube, which I spread onto my shaft before positioning my
cock and slipping it into his hot ass.

Thor moaned in content as I slid into him, reaching around and placing my
hands on his big, soft, hairy belly. The world seemed to rumble as I plowed
into Thor. He let out a snort each time I plunged into his ass, placing his
enormous forearms against the side of his van. I felt my balls slapping
against his ass, my belly rubbing up against his back, as we both worked up
an intense sweat out in the alley way.

"Oh man, Sloan, is that you?" I recognized that voice. I turned to find
Keith standing just a few feet away, staring at Thor and me with a pair of
drunken eyes.

I could hardly get the words out as I continued fucking Thor's ass. "Hey,
Keith... Yeah... Just having... some fun."

"Yeah, sure looks like it," Keith murmured, slurring his words.

Thor and I watched as Keith's hand drifted down to his jeans, unzipping
them and fishing out his soft dick, which he soon worked up into a
hard-on. He absent-mindedly stroked his penis with his fingers as he
watched me pounding Thor against the van.

The sight of Keith masturbating as he watched me fucking got me even
hotter, and I leaned forward and bit Thor's back to stifle my grunts of
pleasure. He growled in appreciation, and I could feel the muscles of his
ass tightening around my cock, like they were trying to suck it deeper into
his body.

Keith had taken a few steps closer, and I could almost smell the sweat on
his skin, By now, he had his whole fist wrapped around his shaft and was
pumping away, faint guttural grunts escaping his throat. It didn't take
long at all before he started huffing and puffing, ready to cum.

Keith let out a cry as he stepped right up to me, white jets of hot cum
exploding from his dick and streaking through the darkness before splashing
against my ass and legs. His face was filled with bliss as his body jerked,
expelling more of his juices onto me.

I reached down and quickly wiped off some of the cum that now coated the
head of his cock. I brought it up to my mouth and tasted it, then leaned
over and kissed Keith on the lips while he still had his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes and smiled at me as his climax ended, and he just stood
there, both of us dripping with sweat and cum as I neared my own orgasm.

My hands slid up to Thor's chest, and I hugged him tightly as I thrust my
hips, fucking him quick and fast, like we were bears in heat. I felt my
juices boiling up in my balls, and suddenly they were throbbing. My dick
pulsed in Thor's ass, pumping the contents of my balls into his
bowels. Keith just stared stupidly as I threw back my head and whimpered
with every shake of my body.

As I shot the last of my cum into Thor, I collapsed against his sweaty
body, hugging him as we let the cool night air bathe our bodies.

My reverie was broken by a thud. I looked over to find Keith passed out on
the ground. He probably wouldn't remember any of this in the morning.

"I think I should take care of him," I whispered to Thor as I pulled my
dick out of him and patted his head.

"You should probably clean him up first," Thor replied.

He picked up Keith and held him up for me. I thoroughly licked the cum off
his dick and balls before tucking them back into his pants and zipping them
up. Thor and I dressed quickly, and Thor helped me hoist Keith's
unconscious body onto my shoulders so I could carry him out of the alley.

Thor just grinned at the sight. "You know what, Sloan? I think you'd make
one hell of a bouncer." We laughed and headed back to the Grand Tetons to
find the rest of the Gang.


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