Date: Wed, 23 Jan 2008 12:48:42 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 21 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 21: Final Exam

Okay, sure, I'm gay, but I'm also a football jock and a hard-drinking party
animal, so by the time the end of spring quarter rolled around in March, I
had to figure out which fraternity I would pledge. My dad was a frat jock
when he went to college, and his father before him. I was expected to carry
on the tradition.

The university had a two-week period set aside towards the end of the
quarter when the various fraternities could court prospective pledges. In
the end, I really only had to visit one house before I decided which one I
wanted to join. That was the Delta Tau Omega House, otherwise known as the
Delts.

Norm O'Malley was actually the one who introduced me to the Delt House,
having been a member and resident for four years. It was his last year in
college, and he felt obligated to find a replacement for his oversized,
partying self. And so he chose me. I guess it helped that I was sleeping
with him on a regular basis at the time.

Now, joining a frat wasn't exactly high on my list of priorities, but one
look at the assortment of fellow jocks and overweight laid-back party
animals in the Delt House, and I knew I was home. Apparently, they felt the
same way- probably aided by some prodding from Norm- and when the two-week
courting period was up, I had a pledge invitation in my hand to join their
year-round party.

As you can tell, life was pretty good. Except for one thing. One big
obstacle. That was my introductory sociology class and its presiding
despot, Professor Nicklaus.

Professor Nicklaus' introductory sociology was one of the basic classes I
had to take as a prerequisite for just about every other class in the
department, and so I didn't find it to be the most exciting way to spend
two hours on my Tuesday and Thursday evenings. To tell the truth, I
actually fell asleep half the time. The only thing that actually made it
bearable sometimes was watching Professor Nicklaus himself.

Yeah, he was kind of a dick, always ready to made some kind of a belittling
remark if a student asked him a question, but he was also one hot
middle-aged bear of a man. I'd watch him lumbering around the front of the
classroom, his big shoulders and thick chest threatening to pop the buttons
of his dress shirt. In fact, he always kept the top button unbuttoned to
reveal the dark fur on his chest and neck.

So half of my time in class I was asleep, and the rest of the time I spent
fantasizing about what it'd be like to get this bearded grizzly in the
sack. Needless to say, by the end of the quarter I was just about ready to
fail the course. Now, this wouldn't be a tragedy if it weren't for the fact
that I needed to pass this course not only to continue on to more advanced
classes, but also to keep my GPA high enough to stay on the football team.

"Is Sloan Cosgrove here?" Professor Nicklaus called out one evening at the
start of class.

Amid the hundred or so students in the auditorium, my voice must've sounded
pitiful coming from the back of room. "Yeah?" I replied.

"Please see me after class, Mr. Cosgrove."

There were a couple of snickers in the room. Everybody seemed to know that
he wanted to see me about my impending failure of his class, and I spent
the next hour of the lecture sunk low in my seat, hoping no one would see
me there.

As the other students filed out of the auditorium at the conclusion of his
lecture, I made my way down to the front of the room and waited for a few
stragglers who needed to speak briefly with Professor Nicklaus. After a few
minutes, however, it was just me and him. He went through a few papers on
his desk, stuffing them into his soft-sided briefcase.

"Mr. Cosgrove," he started without looking at me, "I'm sure you know what
this is about."

"I know." I'd already resigned myself to the fact that I'd have to take the
course over again. "I'll do my best on the final, but if it doesn't go
well, I'll repeat the course next quarter."

Professor Nicklaus stopped and folded his arms. "Is that what you really
want to do?"

"Well, obviously I'd rather not, but I'm prepared for it."

He nodded and sighed. "I've been keeping an eye on you,
Mr. Cosgrove. Although your grades in my class seem to indicate
differently, I believe you're much smarter than you lead us to believe. I'd
prefer not to have to give you a failing grade."

"What can I do to prevent that?" I asked.

"I've heard a few rumors about you," he replied, "Are they true?"

"What kind of rumors?" I was beginning to get his drift.

"I think we have a friend in common." He smiled mischievously. "A certain
bouncer at a club down on Sixth Street."

I suddenly understood who he was referring to Thor, the bouncer who'd
fucked me in the alley behind the Grand Tetons strip club. I now realized
that Professor Nicklaus and I shared more than our bearish builds.

"And did Thor tell you what we did?" I asked him.

"Not all the details, but I did get the general idea."

I don't think I have to tell you that I was more than happy to be in this
situation. I reached out and swiftly unzipped the professor's pants,
reaching in and fishing out his swollen red cock, which was already nearly
fully erect. It was pretty late in the evening, and I wasn't afraid of
anyone walking in on us in the auditorium.

Professor Nicklaus gave me a big smile as I stroked his hard shaft with my
fingers. "So I guess the rumors are true."

"One hundred percent," I replied, dropping to my knees and swallowing his
cock.

He let out a moan and fell back against the desk, gripping the edge with
his hands as I slurped eagerly on his warm pole. As I did, I found myself
wondering how many other students had blown Professor Nicklaus for a grade.

I quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants as I continued
sucking on him. His legs were strong and furry, and they shivered as my
lips glided over the sensitive surface of his cock. I massaged his
dangling, hairy balls with my fingers.

Professor Nicklaus unbuttoned his shirt and let it hang open, revealing a
fur-coated chest and stomach that were already starting to shine with his
sweat. He groaned as he put a hand on the back of my head and fucked my
mouth.

I was getting so hot that I had to unzip my jeans and free my erection,
which I pumped frantically with my fist until I had raging hard-on.

The increasingly loud moans and insistent thrusting by Professor Nicklaus
told me that he was close. He must've really been penting up a reservoir of
sexual energy, too, because it'd only been a few minutes since I'd started
blowing him.

With a soft grunt, his body suddenly jerked, and his hot, salty cum spurted
out of his dick and into my mouth, where I got a brief taste before it
flowed down my throat. He gasped a few more times as he came, then let out
a long sigh of relief. I continued sucking on his cock, feeling it slowly
soften.

I finally pulled his dick out of my mouth and looked up at him. He gazed
down at me with a pair of gleaming eyes.

"How'd I do?" I asked.

"I've never cum so quickly before," he answered, patting my head. He then
pointed to my stiff cock. "Looks like you're about ready to explode, too."

We didn't need to say anything else. I stood and put my hand on his arm,
turning him around until I was looking at his big, round, furry ass. I
quickly undid my jeans and pushed them down. Putting a hand on his back, I
bent him over the desk and forced my dick into his ass.

"Uh!" he cried out as I penetrated him. I could feel the muscles of his ass
contracting reflexively, trying to push my cock back out, but I pressed on
until I was all the way in.

"That's right, Professor," I grunted as I started humping him. "I'm gonna
fuck you until you give me a passing grade."

His mind was so overloaded that he couldn't get any words out. He just let
out a series of cries and whimpers as I thrust against his body, plowing
into his ass over and over.

"I can't hear you, Professor," I growled, "do I pass or not?"

I was enjoying having this grizzly of a man completely under my control. I
put my hands on his meaty ribs and fucked him with more fervor, forcing out
more guttural, animal-like sounds from his lungs.

"Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum," I uttered as I neared my orgasm. "Here it
comes."

With a series powerful thrusts which I was sure was painful for him, I let
out a yell as I shot my load into his ass, emptying my balls. I could feel
Professor Nicklaus shivering and spasming beneath me.

My dick still buried in his body, I lay on top of him and smelled his
sweaty hair as he let out a sigh of relief. His head was turned, and his
hot, deep breaths steamed up the desktop next to his face. He opened his
eyes and looked up at me.

"You made me cum again," he whispered to me.

"Really?" I asked, slipping my cock out of him and standing him up. Sure
enough, there was a sticky puddle of cum on his desk. "So, Professor, did I
pass?"

Professor Nicklaus grinned as he wiped the cum off his dick and tasted
it. "I think you could say you made the grade."

He then leaned forward and kissed me deeply, letting me taste his cum on
his lips. And I have to tell you, at that moment I was kind of hoping he'd
fail me just so I'd have to take his course all over again.


- fratbear
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