Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2008 12:47:25 -0400 (EDT)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 45 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 45: Birthday Bash

It's April 20th. That's right, I just turned 21 years old yesterday. It's
just past midnight, and technically I should be in bed, but right now I'm
lying on a cold tile floor, my body coated in the sticky cum of over a
dozen men, my ass ravaged and sore. And I've never felt so good in my life.

But let me back up a few hours.

***

It was about ten o'clock at night when they jumped me. And by "they" I mean
I don't know exactly who "they" were. Only that there were more than five
of them, and that they were definitely people I knew.

I'd gone through my twenty-first birthday without getting a single
acknowledgement from anybody. Everyone was treating the day as if it were
just like any other. I got up. Went to my classes. Came back to the Delt
House to eat lunch and dinner. Drank a beer as I relaxed in front of the TV
with a bunch of my fraternity brothers. Aside from a call from my Dad right
after lunch, I wouldn't have known that it was my birthday.

Until they jumped me. I was just heading back to my room to listen to some
music, surf the web for some porn, maybe jerk off... when I was grabbed
from behind by several pairs of hands. A pillowcase was thrown over my
head.

"You're coming with us!" a voice yelled. It sounded like Parker, the
bespectacled mountain of a lineman who had been one of my fellow Delt
pledges. Soon I found myself being shuffled back down the hall, down the
stairs, and out of the house into a waiting car.

I didn't say a word during the car ride, thrilled by the fact that somebody
had apparently remembered my birthday, and that I was being led to some
kind of party.

"This is gonna be awesome," a voice drawled. It was definitely Billy
Grissom, my preppie redneck pledge from Alabama who'd I'd sucked off after
his initiation a year earlier. The other guys in the car-- and we were
packed in there pretty tightly-- grunted in agreement.

Eventually, the car stopped, and I was pushed and prodded into a building
and down some halls with familiar sounding echoes off the walls. I also
recognized the feeling of the tiles beneath my feet, so even before they
whipped off the pillowcase from my head, I knew exactly where I was being
brought to...

The Southern Texas University Bears locker room.

And I was surrounded by almost all of my friends on the football team and
from the Delt House. There were maybe twenty in all, and the instant the
pillowcase came off, they all yelled in unison, "Happy Birthday, Big
Daddy!"

As they cheered and clapped, I grinned and scanned the crowd. I immediately
saw my big ole Delt mentor Norm O'Malley, plus fellow linemen Chip, Grunt,
Parker, and even Buckey, with his wide eyes and lop-sided smile. There was
Brad Hardin, the muscle-bound, red-haired fullback.

And there was another lineman there, a sophomore by the name of Turk. I'd
noticed him on the practice field when he was freshman, just before I quit
the team, but I'd never really taken the time to talk to him. He was a
towering, imposing figure who'd capped off his fearsome appearance by
completely shaving his head bald. He'd grown a neatly-trimmed goatee,
though, so he looked like an overgrown pirate. All he needed was a gold
earring and a parrot on his shoulder.

Parker and Buckey were football players as well as Delts, but they weren't
the only frat brothers there, not by a long shot. In fact, it almost looked
like the entire fraternity had turned out for my birthday, starting with
our president Hound, a handsome-as-hell wrestler with whom I'd never had
the fortune to have a sexual experience.

Standing next to him was another hulking brother whom I'd never even
thought about sleeping with. His name was FN, which I'd been told stood for
"fuckin'," as in "fuckin' huge." He was a dark-haired Irish brute with
freckles and a big, lop-sided grin.

There was Hulk the bodybuilder, with whom I'd jerked off in the
showers. And Bubba, Paco, and Spank, the other Delts from my pledge
class. And then there were the Delts whom I'd educated as a pledge
educator. Of course there was Billy, in his shirt and tie, and then there
were squat, muscular Shaun, Fozzie with his beard, rugby player Bruce, and
bearish nerd Jed.

They all were there, standing around and applauding me for making it to my
twenty-first birthday. But I looked around and saw that there was no
birthday cake. No keg of beer. No streamers or banners. What kind of a
party was this?

"So, anyway." Norm started a speech as the clapping died away. "We were
thinking, what kind of a birthday would a horn-dog such as Big Daddy want?
Now most of us here have shot our loads in your presence. Some of us have
fucked you. Some of us have been fucked BY you. A lot of us have gotten
sucked off by you. So we thought, perhaps you'd like to do all of us in a
single night. What do you think?"

Everyone in the room grinned at once. Big, shit-eating grins. I was
overwhelmed. It was too much to think about. Here I was in the locker room,
being offered to chance to get fucked by my former teammates and almost my
entire fraternity house. There was only one thing I could say.

"Bring it on," I replied confidently.

What followed seemed almost like a blizzard of action, as everybody started
stripping off their clothes. Twenty big, burly, muscular men getting
undressed as quickly as they could, preparing to fuck the living daylights
out of me.

They had prepared well, too, because as the crowd parted, and as I pulled
off my own clothes, I saw that they set up a foam wedge, one of those
things you use to do sit-ups, out in the middle of the floor. It was just
the right size and shape for me to lay my body over and leave my ass
exposed for a good reaming.

"So, who's gonna be the first to fuck me?" I asked, looking over the naked
bodies of my buddies standing around me, their dicks in various stages of
erection. I'd never seen anything so hot in my whole life, and my dick was
already so hard that it hurt, even though I knew that I probably wouldn't
be shooting a load for some time.

"Hell, I think I should be first." Norm stepped forward, and I realized
that this was the first time I'd seen him in his full, naked glory. He was
one good-looking slab of pure meat.

And so I got down on my knees and lay myself over the foam wedge, finding
it even more comfortable than it looked. They must've had one of the guys
try it out before deciding to use it.

"Happy birthday, buddy," Norm said as he knelt behind me, placed his mighty
hands on my lower back, and shoved his huge dick into my ass with a grunt
and a snarl, though he wasn't being mean-spirited. He was being
affectionate.

Norm fucked me, knowing that I liked having sex with great force, a lot of
sweat, and loud vocalizations. He was howling like a dog in heat as he
plunged his dick into my prone body. Within a few minutes, we were both
coated in a layer of sweat, even though our night had only just started.

I looked around at the rest of my buddies, standing around naked, some of
them stroking their stiffened poles in preparation for their turns. Knowing
that it could be a while, I decided that they needed a release as quickly
as possible.

"Hey, Hound," I called to the Delt President, "get over here and see what
you've been missing all these years."

Hound smiled and approached me, dropping to his knees in front of me. I
quickly slid his hard shaft deep into my mouth and started my
sword-swallowing act, coaxing a long moan from Hound's throat.

"Fuck, Sloan," he growled as I blew him, "now I'd wished I'd done this a
lot earlier."

I heard Norm suddenly cry out behind me, and his body lurched as he blew
his load into my ass. His body went limp, and I felt his sweat dripping off
his head onto my back. After a few deep breaths, he pulled out of me and
grunted, "Thanks, buddy."

I wanted to thank him, too, but I still had Hound's dick down my throat,
and no sooner had Norm pulled out, then Buckey was behind me, sticking his
monster dick into a guy's ass for the first time. He was a quiet fucker,
taking his time and just focusing intently on shooting his load.

Meanwhile, Hound gritted his teeth and let out a long whine as he came in
my mouth, his cum hot and tasty as it flowed down my throat. I sucked his
cock clean, making sure not to miss a drop.

Hound stood up and was immediately replaced by Shaun, who stuffed his stout
dick into my mouth. It looked like he'd over-stimulated himself manually
while waiting, and it only took about a minute before he came noisily, his
squat frame shaking violently.

Paco stuffed his tanned, uncut dick into my mouth just as Buckey made his
first sound, a little whimper, as he shot his load so powerfully that I
could feel it hitting the walls of my ass. He sighed in relief as he slid
out of my ass...

Only to have FN slide his big dick in and start pounding away. And that's
basically what happened for the rest of the night. Everyone took turns
fucking either my ass or my mouth, blowing their loads, only to be replaced
by the next guy down the line.

By the time Parker started pummeling at my ass with his stiff pole, my ass
was practically overflowing with cum. And with Hulk spewing his load of cum
down my throat, I felt like I'd just eaten a five-course meal.

Parker only took a few thrusts before he came, and when he pulled his dick
out, I could feel cum flowing out of my ass and onto the floor. Turk didn't
mind, it seemed, because without even giving me a chance to rest, he
climbed onto me and started humping away at my slippery asshole. The
squishing sounds coming from my ass were loud and somewhat distracting as
he fucked me.

Bruce shot his sperm into my mouth at about the same time that Turk spurted
his cum into my ass, his shaved head glistening with sweat, and I closed my
eyes and raised my head in kind of a mock prayer, grateful that everybody
had finished unloading their juices into my body, but also grateful that
I'd had the chance to do this.

In fact, it'd taken over an hour for everyone to fuck me, and now most of
the guys were sporting fresh, rock-hard erections. I knew that I couldn't
bear another round of fuckings, so I wondered what they had in store for
me.

"Roll over," Norm commanded me, and I did, revealing my throbbing, crimson
cock, dripping with so much pre-cum that the entire shaft was
glistening. "Well, Sloan." Norm continued, "seeing that it's your birthday,
and that you've managed not to cum during this whole time, I have one more
gift for you."

"What?" I asked.

"Get off of that block," he said, and I obeyed, climbing off the
sweat-covered foam wedge on which I'd been lying.

What Norm did next surprised and delighted me. He lay down on the foam
block in the same position I had, draped over it with his ass sticking up
in the air. "Fuck me, Big Daddy," he said. "This is the only time I'm gonna
let another guy fuck me, so you better do it before I change my mind."

For all I knew, Norm O'Malley was simply one of those straight guys who
could get off by fucking or getting blown by other guys. But now he was
offering to take it up the ass. This was truly a once in a lifetime
opportunity...

Which I immediately took, clambering on top of Norm's prone form. He was
just lying there like a sleeping giant. I put the head of my cock against
his tight, virgin asshole, then pushed my cock in.

"Ahh!" Norm cried out in pain, probably not anticipating how intense it
would be to have my eight-and-a-half incher shoved into his ass. I stopped
entering him, but he gritted his teeth and groaned, "No, keep going. Keep
going!"

So I continued, sliding my pole into his hot ass until I was all the way
in. Norm let out a pained sigh of relief when he realized that was as deep
as I was going to go. "Damn, Sloan, how do you do this so often?"

"Don't worry," I replied, "you'll be loving how it feels by the time I'm
done."

And so I started fucking Norm, reaming his tight asshole as he wailed and
yelled out as if I were raping him, even though he'd interject words of
encouragement every now and then.

I got up onto my knees so that I was upright as I pounded his ass, and I
saw that the other guys had gathered around us in a tight circle. They were
all beating off furiously in the biggest circle jerk I'd ever seen.

As I kept fucking Norm's ass, the other guys started cumming, starting with
Spank, who shot his hot, sticky cum onto my shoulder and chest. That seemed
to set off a chain reaction of orgasms, because over the next two or three
minutes, each of the guys blew their loads, spurting their cum all over me
until I was completely dripping with the white stuff. Even Norm's back was
splattered with our buddies' spunk.

I savored the pungent scent of my friends' cum on my body as I barreled
toward my climax, pumping Norm's ass with my jackhammer cock as he cried
and groaned in sweet agony.

I threw back my head and let out a scream of joy as I came, and it felt
like a dam had burst in my balls, because I probably spewed more cum into
Norm's ass than I'd ever shot in my life. Norm let out a deafening cry as I
filled his ass with my sperm. My cock kept throbbing and pulsing for at
least twenty seconds, refusing to stop pumping more and more of my load
into him.

In fact, when I finally crumpled, completely spent, onto Norm's sweaty and
cum-splattered back. I could feel my juices bubbling out of his ass, which
was still plugged by my massive dick.

I kissed him on the shoulder and slowly got back up onto my knees, pulling
my still-hard dick out of his well-fucked ass.

I looked down at his broken body, and I saw a little rivulet of white
liquid flowing out from under him, down the foam block and onto the tile
floor. He'd cum again while I had been fucking him. He was sobbing gently,
but out of ecstasy, not out of pain.

"Thanks, Norm," I said as I patted his back. "That was the best present
anyone could've given me."

Norm grunted. "Yeah, well, I would say 'anytime,' but I'm never, ever doing
that again in my entire life."

Everyone chuckled as I collapsed to the floor next to Norm. Over the next
few minutes, the guys got dressed and left one-by-one, until only Norm and
I were left in the locker room.

Norm finally stood and up looked down at my soiled body. "I'm gonna shower
up, then I'll give you a ride home."

"Thanks again," I sighed.

Norm nodded and limped away towards the showers, his ass still sore from
our experience.

***

So there you have it. Those are my stories, those are my confessions, just
the way they happened... more or less. Every fact and detail may not be
perfect and exact, but it's the way I remember it, damn it, and isn't that
what's important in the end?

And so this is my place. Among my friends. Among people who understand,
accept, and like me. Sure, I'll keep fucking around. I'll try to screw and
get screwed by as many bears as I can. Perhaps one day I'll find someone to
settle down with. Maybe someday I'll even feel ready to start a family of
my own.

But I'm only 21, and the way I see it, this life of mine is just beginning.


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