Date: Tue, 26 Feb 2008 21:53:20 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 37 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:
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"Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear"
by fratbear (fratbear@excite.com)


Chapter 37: Heavyweights

I cringed when I first heard the sound. The sound of a body hitting the
ground, a loud, wet smack. Sure, as a football player, I'd heard hundreds
of violent, bodily collisions. I'd even heard the sounds of bones snapping,
like that bone in our wide receiver's leg last year. Still, none of that
sounded like what I was hearing now. It was like a sack of potatoes being
slammed against a wall.

When I rounded the corner into the gym on the way to the weight room, I saw
that it was just the college wrestling team practicing. The sound I was
hearing was a 300-pound behemoth being slammed to the mat by his practice
partner, who-- believe it or not-- was even heftier, and not looking at all
bothered by the fact that he was being forced to wear a rather revealing
singlet. He stood towering over his vanquished teammate, sweat rolling down
his face and chest as the other members of the team and their coach looked
on, not even noticing me.

And then he said something completely unexpected. "You okay?" The words
weren't all that unusual. It was the way he said it. As if he were really
worried that he'd hurt his opponent. He held out a mammoth hand and helped
his fallen victim to his feet.

"Good job, Grusnick," the coach barked. He pointed to two other wrestlers
sitting in the bleachers. "All right, you two are up."

As I continued onto the weight room, still having gone unnoticed by anybody
else in the gymnasium, I watched the victorious wrestler as he shook his
teammates hand and proceeded to explain how he beat him. Such a nice kid, I
thought as I exited the room. Should've chosen a different sport.

***

Yes, I was still working out, keeping that belly of mine from swelling too
much bigger. After all, I wanted to be a bear, not a whale. Plus, it let me
meet up with some of my old football buddies without having to see that
prick Coach Johnson, who was rarely around now that the football season was
long over.

This night, however, I didn't see any of my old friends. A few members of
the wrestling team came in to do some bench presses, but not the sweet
giant named Grusnick, the one I'd seen swatting away his opponent like an
insect. The wrestlers in the weight room seemed to be conversing in some
secret code, one that left me alone and ignored in the corner, struggling
on a rowing machine that clearly wasn't designed for folks with my body
type.

I hung out a little longer, hoping to catch a glimpse of him passing
through the gym, but five minutes passed. Then ten. Then twenty. And just
as I was about to give up and hit the showers, I overheard a quick exchange
between the two other wrestlers.

"Hey, man, I heard Grusnick got them to unlock the tub."

His buddy just shrugged. "I would go, but I gotta get ready for Sarah
tonight."

"Yeah, I should probably grab some dinner heading to the Phi Delt bash."

As the wrestlers left, I thought, so that's it. Grusnick's in the hot
tub. Yes, our gym had a room with a hot tub, but it was usually kept under
lock and key and used only for athletes undergoing physical therapy. This
guy Grusnick must've been a favorite of the athletics department.

Lacking a pair of swimming trunks, I quickly ditched my clothes in my
locker and wrapped myself with a towel before heading down a hall to the
steamed glass door leading to the hot tub. I couldn't see if there was
actually anybody inside, and I contemplated knocking on the door. Finally,
I decided to take a chance and walk on in.

Surprisingly, the room wasn't very steam-filled. A soft breeze from an open
window near the ceiling provided the explanation. Actually, I was very
happy, because it meant that I got a better view of the gentle giant
soaking in the tub in the middle of the room.

"Hey," he remarked when he saw me entering, "I was wondering how long it'd
be before someone else noticed this room was open."

"Actually, I heard some of your wrestling buddies mentioning it in the
gym," I replied.

"And they're not coming?" he asked.

I shook my head. "Looks like they had other plans tonight."

He sighed. "Their loss, I guess."

As I approached the hot tub, I took a good look at this Grusnick
character. I know this sounds weird coming from me, but this guy was
big. Really big. Definitely taller than me, maybe even heavier. But his
body couldn't have been more different than mine. The hair on his head was
shaven down to almost a stubble. His body was rolling with muscles, but
with little muscle definition. His arms were bulging but not rock hard, and
his chest was massive, but not a barrel chest like mine. And aside from a
little bit of chest hair, he seemed almost as smooth as a baby. Did I
mention he was a big guy?

And completely naked. Even with the jets churning whitewater in the tub, I
could tell that he hadn't bothered to bring swimwear. I didn't focus on
that region of his body, though, and I tried to banish the thought from my
mind for fear of springing an erection before a man who could probably snap
my neck with one hand.

Not that he'd have any inclination to break my neck. That was pretty much
assured when he grinned and held out his hand, red from the heat of the
steaming water. "Nice to have the company. I'm Matt."

"Matt Grusnick, I know," I lied as I shook his hand. I really had no idea
who he was.

"You're Sloan Cosgrove, aren't you?"

I nearly dropped my towel. How in the hell did he know my name? This was
getting strange. I tried to act cool as I unfurled my towel, revealing my
naked body, and slipped gingerly into the near-scalding water. I found
myself playing a mental game to determine how far away from Matt I should
sit. I didn't want to sit directly across from him, because it'd seem like
I was avoiding him. Then again, I couldn't sit too close...

I ended up sitting about a third of the way around the tub from him. I had
to angle away from him a little to avoid bumping our legs under the
water. It was awkward. By the time I'd finished playing this mental game,
I'd realized that a full minute had gone by since he'd asked his question.

"Oh... yeah," I stuttered. "Um, have we met?"

"Naw," Matt replied, shrugging shyly. "I've just seen you around. And I pay
attention to football, y'know."

"Yeah." I took a second to take a deep breath as my body adjusted to the
water temperature. "I quit the team, though."

"You did?" The big lug seemed disappointed. "Why?"

"Oh, you know," I mumbled, trying to think up of a convincing lie. I didn't
want to tell him that I'd clashed with the coach over my desire to fuck
other guys. "Politics. You know."

Matt just nodded, and I could tell that he was utterly confused.

"I saw you sparring out there," I commented. "You're really good."

"Yeah, they tell me that," he responded. "But truthfully, I'm not that good
of a judge." Hmmm... big, confused, AND modest. As a bashful smile spread
across his adorable face, I could feel my cock beginning to harden. There
wasn't anything I could do to stop it. I felt my slab of meat swelling and
stiffening. Good thing the jets were on, I thought.

And that's when the jets shut off, plunging the room into silence. I
watched in horror as the millions of tiny air bubble obscuring our bodies
in the water cleared away, leaving behind crystal-clear water illuminated
by underwater lights.

I looked over at Matt, who was grinning back at me. It was an expression of
embarrassment. I looked down and realized why. His dick was as hard and
erect as a flagpole. I felt like chuckling at the irony, but I was too
aroused by the sight.

"Oh, man," Matt finally remarked. "I thought I was gonna look like such a
moron when those things turned off." He looked down at my erection,
marveling at its size. "Although you definitely have nothing to be
embarrassed about."

"Hey, you ever pop one while you're out there wrestling?" I asked.

"Sure, all the time." He shrugged and looked at his cock, which wasn't
going to go down anytime soon. "Has a mind of its own, y'know?"

"Yeah, I do," I replied.

We both sighed, contemplating our boners. I finally decided, what the hell?
We've both made it this far. Might as well take the next step. I dipped my
right hand under the water and started to stroke my shaft.

Matt's eyes widened, unable to believe my nerve. However, it only took a
few seconds of watching me beating off before he grasped his own pole and
started pumping away.

So there we sat, jerking off together. I watched Matt's big chest swelling
as he stimulated himself, the muscles in his arm tightening as he pounded
his cock with more vigor. He was obviously having a good time.

"You ever jerked off with another guy?" I asked. Honestly, I couldn't tell
if this was something he was used to.

"Yeah, I have," he answered plainly. "Couple of times, actually." He
suddenly inhaled sharply, then held his breath as his huge body tightened a
moment, then relaxed. He stared at me with an intense gaze. "How about
you?"

I nodded. "Probably more times than you."

He smiled, as if he didn't believe me. "But you know what makes it even
better for me?" he asked.

"No, what?"

He didn't answer for a moment, taking time to let out a few
grunts. "Actually, I like it better when I got something in my ass."

We just looked at one another for a moment as I let it sink in. Then, as if
we had the same thought, we both stood up in the tub, letting our erect
dicks emerge into the warm air.

Matt didn't even say anything. He just turned his back to me and leaned
over the edge of the tub, exposing his ass as he continued pumping his
shaft with his fist.

I didn't say anything, either. I just moved behind him and slid my cock
right up his ass. He let out a little groan as I slid into him, but beyond
that, he didn't make much of a ruckus as I fucked him in the hot tub.

Matt's asshole was slick and not very tight at all. I guessed that he was
either a fervent bottom or spent a lot of time sticking things up
there. All that I knew was that he was taking my massive cock with ease.

"Oh, yeah," he sighed contentedly as he continued tugging on his own stiff
dick.

I gripped him by his meaty hips and pounded into him with the force of a
bull, but nothing I did could faze him. He loved being fucked. It didn't
even seem to cause the slightest bit of pain for him,

I, on the other hand, was expending my energy quickly as I rammed his ass
repeatedly. I liked the feeling of my cock slipping in and out of Matt's
hole, but I was used to tighter openings, and I was afraid that fucking him
wasn't going to be enough to bring me to my climax.

Actually, I shouldn't have worried, because the solution presented itself
the moment I heard Matt's breaths become labored. He huffed as his arm
pumped more rapidly on his shaft, and the muscles of his asshole suddenly
started clamping around my thrusting cock.

With a gasp and a long, sustained whine, Matt blasted his load of cum all
over the edge of the hot tub. His body shook and stiffened as he came, and
he threw his head back so that I could see the expression of bliss on his
face.

The muscle contractions in his ass gave my cock the extra stimulation it
needed, and within seconds I was going through my own convulsions, grunting
and letting out a roar as I spurted my cum deep into Matt's massive body.

As our orgasms subsided, we both slid down into the hot water of the tub,
my dick still planted firmly in his ass. Matt ended up with his arms
resting on the edge of the tub, right on top of his sticky, white load of
sperm. I reached around him and rested my arms on top of his as I set my
chin on his shoulder, listening to his heavy breaths, letting the scent of
his cum rise to my nose on wisps of steam.

After that encounter with the wrestler who'd I'd later watch on TV as he
won a bronze medal at the Olympics. I made sure to coordinate my workout
schedule with the wrestling team practice, and Matt and I would be sure to
be the last ones working out in the gym.


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