Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 10:13:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: "Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 6 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://fratbear.tripod.com/

******

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

Chapter 6: Fucked


I never did see Jeff again. I considered calling the moving company to 
see if I could track him down, but I decided not to. He had his own life 
to go back to, and he knew where I lived. If he'd wanted to see me 
again, he would have done so.

It was Memorial Day weekend, and junior year was finally winding down. I 
already had plans to go with Tony, Zack, and Bobby down to Galveston and 
camp on the beach. I'd never actually been to the beach before. I'd 
always been afraid to. Afraid that somebody would mistake me for a 
beached walrus and harpoon me or something.

But these were my buddies, and since they asked me to come along, I 
couldn't refuse. Besides, by now I was feeling pretty good about my 
body, big as it was. And let's face it, Tony, Zack, and Bobby didn't 
exactly have swimmers' builds, either. We'd be a fearsome foursome of 
bears cruising the hot sands.

We took off right after school ended on Friday afternoon and drove non-
stop to Galveston, arriving at the beach before the weekend rush of 
tourists and families. We managed to stake out a spot next to some rocks 
and brush, where we wouldn't be pestered by screaming kids and their 
parents.

However, by the time we got Zack's truck unloaded and got into our 
swimming trunks, the sun was already setting. Despite the disappearing 
light, though, the sand and air on the beach stayed hot, so we just 
stayed in our trunks as we built a campfire and cooked some wieners we'd 
brought from home.

"When's the first time you fucked?" Zack asked as we bit into our hot 
dogs. I looked around at the others, laughing to myself because of how 
much it looked like they were sucking plump, juicy cocks.

"With Joanna Cranston," Tony answered almost immediately. "Freshman 
year. Actually, it was the weekend after that day in the showers when 
we..."

His voice trailed off. It was the first time any of us had brought up 
our shower circle jerk that afternoon after the game.

"Yeah, that was pretty cool," Zack said to break the uncomfortable 
silence. "So, was it good?"

"She wasn't disappointed," Tony replied, patting his soft belly. "Once a 
chick gets a taste of a big guy, she never goes back."

We all chuckled, sneaking glances at each other's large frames.

"Damn, I must've kept spurting my load for almost a minute," Tony 
continued, his eyes looking off into space. "Or at least it felt that 
way."

I noticed a bulge rising in his trunks.

"Hey, Cosgrove, you like looking at Tony's boner?" Bobby punched me 
playfully in the bicep.

I looked at Bobby and his evil-looking grin. I decided to play it cool. 
"Hey, we've all seen it, anyway, right?"

The others laughed.

"You're right, buddy," Bobby said. "You're right, indeed."

***

That night, I lay in my sleeping bag, sharing a two-man tent with Bobby. 
Even though I was stripped down to my boxers, I was still sweating like 
a pig. I tossed open the flap of my sleeping bag halfway, exposing my 
sweat-soaked torso to the cool night air. I rolled over onto my side and 
tried to fall asleep.

Then I heard the noises. Short, hard breaths and grunts. They were 
coming from the tent that Zack and Tony were sharing a few feet away.

"Uh, uh, uh, fuck." I recognized Tony's gasping voice, accompanied by an 
insistent slapping of flesh.

My cock immediately stiffened when I realized what was going on. Tony 
was jerking off in his tent. I wondered if Zack knew what his tent-mate 
was doing.

"Oh, god." Zack's moan answered my question. He was jerking off with 
Tony.

I listened intently to their gasps, grunts, and moans, my hand moving 
down and slipping under my waistband to slowly massage my own dick. A 
big drop of precum seeped out and dampened my boxers.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... Ahhhh!" Tony growled rather loudly as he 
came. The slapping sound became a squishing noise as he pumped his cum-
coated dick.

"I'm coming..." Zack moaned, then let out several short grunts. "Damn," 
he finally muttered when it was all over.

There was a long period when all I could hear was Tony's and Zack's 
long, heavy breaths.

"Fuck, what a mess," Tony whispered, and they chuckled softly. "But that 
felt good."

I held my breath, afraid that they'd be able to hear how horny they'd 
made me. I rubbed my hard cock with my fingers. A noiseless technique so 
I wouldn't disturb Bobby, who was asleep next to me.

Then I felt it. A strange feeling on the back of my neck. The tip of a 
finger slipping between my shoulder blades.

And then I realized: Bobby wasn't asleep at all. He was running his 
finger up and down the small of my back.

I didn't know what to think. I held my breath and froze, hoping that 
he'd think I was asleep.

But he kept it up, slowly running his finger up and down, up and down. 
What was he thinking? What did he want to do?

He stopped. Maybe he was giving up. Maybe he was testing me, to see if I 
really was gay. Maybe give him something to tease me about in the locker 
room. I was paralyzed by fear.

Then he placed his hand on my side. I gasped and twitched. Now there was 
no way that I could fake being asleep. But I still didn't know what to 
do. I just waited to see what his next move would be.

He slowly slid his hand down until it was spread flat against my big 
belly. I heard a rustle as he slid his body up behind mine. I felt his 
breath on the back of my neck, then on my ear.

"Can I fuck you, Sloan?" I heard him whisper.

I gulped. Was he serious? His fingers kneaded the meat on my belly. He 
scooted his body closer to me, and I felt the tip of his stiff cock 
poking my back. He was serious.

"Yeah," I answered in a pitiful whimper, deathly afraid that Tony and 
Zack would overhear this from their tent.

Bobby kissed me on the shoulder, then his hand slid down to my boxers, 
pushing them down. I kicked my legs to slide them down and off until I 
was lying on my side completely naked.

He pushed a leg between mine and used it to spread mine. I heard him 
spitting into his hand, then lubricating his shaft with it.

I held my breath for what seemed like the hundredth time that night as 
he pressed his cockhead against my spread asshole. This was it, I 
thought, I was gonna get fucked for the first time. I wondered if it 
would hurt.

I got my answer as a short burst of pain shot through my ass. The tip of 
his dick pushed into me. He paused, and the pain soon dissipated. I let 
out my breath.

He wrapped a strong arm around me and pushed harder, slowly sliding his 
slick rod inch by inch into my body. I let out a long, slow moan.

Finally, I felt his pubic hair scratching against my ass. He was 
completely inside me. He slid his hand up to my chest and hugged me as 
he started thrusting his hips.

I grunted as he slid his cock out, then pushed it back into my ass. It 
was a strange sensation, having my ass violated like that.

Bobby's hot breath bathed my back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned as he 
thrust into me while we lay on our sides.

I just kept grunting and moaning, unable to say any actual words. I 
could've sworn that I could feel his cock rubbing against the walls of 
my ass.

I felt Bobby's bear-belly rubbing against my back as he fucked me. He 
hugged me tighter and kissed and licked the sweat off my shoulder. I 
could feel the sweat rolling down our bodies, soaking my sleeping back.

My dick was still hard, but my senses were too overloaded to actually 
jerk it off.

Bobby suddenly pulled his arm away, peeling it from my hot, slick chest 
with a slurping sound. He pushed on my body, rolling me over onto my 
stomach as he rolled on top of me, his cock still buried inside me.

With my own cock rubbing against the sweat-dampened fabric of my 
sleeping bag, Bobby pumped his hips, furiously pounding into me with new 
ferocity.

I couldn't help it. I had to cry out loud with each merciless thrust. I 
knew that Tony and Zack could hear me, but I just didn't care.

Bobby grabbed my wrists and raised my arms up over my head. I felt his 
legs pushing my knees apart until I was spread-eagle on the ground, 
completely dominated and helpless. Bobby's big, burly body pounded 
against me as he fucked the last remnants of my virginity away.

"I'm gonna cum," I heard him whisper into my ear. "I'm gonna cum inside 
you, Sloan."

He panted as he picked up the pace, plowing my ass with renewed vigor.

"You have such a hot ass," he groaned as he neared his climax. "Oh, 
Jesus. Oh, Jesus..."

He squeezed my wrists hard as he grunted and shot his load into my ass, 
the hot jets of cum splashing against my insides. His body shook and 
trembled on top of me, dripping sweat all over my back.

Finally, he shuddered one last time, then collapsed on top of me, 
heaving as he tried to regain his lost breath. He lay there for a good 
minute, his cock still hard in my ass.

I started to wiggle my body, rubbing my erection against my sleeping 
bag. Bobby just lay on my back and giggled as I fucked the ground.

"Come on, Sloan," he whispered. "You can do it. Shoot your load."

"Uh, yeah," I sighed, grinding my dick against the soft, moist fabric. I 
whimpered loudly, now actually hoping that Tony and Zack would hear.

I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out as my cock exploded, spewing my 
hot load all over my sleeping bag and sweaty torso. I felt my ass 
muscles contracting around Bobby's dick, milking it of any last drops of 
cum.

Bobby sighed. "Thanks," he moaned as he pulled his cock out my ass with 
a plop and rolled off of me, settling back into his own sleeping bag.

I just lay on my belly, sticky with sweat and cum. Spread-eagled, my ass 
sore. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep.

***

I awoke the next morning to the sounds of choked breaths and smacking 
meat. I rolled over to find Bobby kneeling over me, pumping his cock in 
his fist. I watched as he threw his head back and lurched up, his body 
quaking as globs of cum spurted out of him and splashed onto my stomach 
and chest.

With a gasp, he sat back on his legs and opened his eyes. As he panted 
heavily, he grinned at me.

"Thanks again," he said, rubbing his cum into my skin

"Never knew you were this horny," I said softly, again afraid of waking 
Tony and Zack.

"Never had anything to be this horny about," he replied, patting my 
belly and leaning over to kiss me on the cheek.

***

I didn't even wash off the sticky cum on my body when I pulled on my 
trunks to go sunbathing. Tony and Zack came out of their tent smiling. 
And even though I'm sure everybody there knew what everyone else had 
been up to the previous night, none of us mentioned it that day.

Just one more thing, though. That night, while Bobby fucked me in the 
ass again, I could've sworn I heard Tony and Zack gasping and grunting 
together in the next tent. 


- fratbear
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