Date: Fri, 14 Mar 2008 12:05:32 -0400 (EDT)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 41 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 41: Orientation

I yawned as I trudged down the stairs into the foyer of the Delt House,
marking the first morning of my junior year at college. I'd actually driven
back to school a day early, and so I ended up being the only person to
spend the night in the house. The rest of my fraternity brothers would be
returning later in the day.

Expecting to be alone, I hadn't bothered shaving or even dressing, wearing
nothing more than a pair of boxers and a bath robe that I left hanging
open, my furry belly and a serious case of morning wood leading the way. So
imagine my surprise when I reached the bottom of the stairs to find that I
wasn't alone after all.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry." I heard the bellowing, yet cheerful, voice, and I
looked up to find a young, massive fellow standing at the doorway to the
living room. "Do you live here?"

He had a full sandy-colored beard, probably to make him look older than he
really was, but he was still clearly a fresh-faced young man with the build
of a nose tackle. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt emblazoned with the logo
of the college. It was obvious that he hadn't been on campus very long.

"Yeah, I do live here," I answered. "I'm the only one here right now,
though." I looked him over and had him pegged in a second. "You're a
freshman, aren't you?"

The kid nodded. "Capping off a week of orientation crap. Passed by this
house a couple of times and was a but curious."

"Thinkin' of joining a frat?" I asked, lazily scratching my stomach as I
led him through the various rooms on the first floor of the house.

"It's a distinct possibility," he replied. "By the way, I'm Randy."

"I'm sure you are," I said, not even realizing I was making a joke. "I'm
Sloan." I shook his hand and showed him into the chapter room. "Well, this
here's the heart of the house."

Randy looked over the photographs of Delts hanging on the walls, dating
back fifty years. "What do you guys do?"

I shrugged. "Aw, y'know. Drink, sleep, party, get laid."

"Yeah, I bet." Randy looked back at me, probably noticing that my morning
erection was still prominent in my boxers. I quickly attempted to hide it
with my robe, but I knew it was still showing. "Sounds like my kind of
place."

He stepped out of the room and looked at the pool table next door. I looked
over his strong-looking back and his ass, which was packed into a pair of
jeans. It almost seemed like he was showing off his body to me.

He glanced back at me and caught me looking. He smirked a moment, then
looked back at the foosball table nearby. "So, Sloan, are there a lot of
bears in this frat?"

I was caught off-guard, and it took me a few seconds to reply. By then,
Randy had turned to face me again. He probably could see how flustered his
question had made me. "Well," I stuttered, "a few. I mean, y'know, straight
bearish types."

He nodded. "But you're not. Straight, I mean."

I shook my head. This kid was pretty brazen for someone who wasn't even
officially a freshman, yet.

As I discovered, brazen wasn't even the word to describe him, because
without warning, Randy planted a kiss right on my lips, right there in my
fraternity's gaming room. Our mouths locked together hungrily, and we
shuffled out of the room and ended up on the stairs.

Randy pulled back a moment to ask the question that, strangely enough, I'd
never been asked. "Top or bottom?"

"Both," I replied.

"Same here," he said as he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down. He
rolled me over onto my stomach and pushed me up onto a carpeted landing in
the middle of the stairwell.

With a surprising show of aggression, he pushed my robe up and yanked down
my boxers, exposing my waiting ass. I was about to get fucked by a total
stranger, and I hadn't even had time to have breakfast, yet.

Randy must've done this sort of thing before, because in no time, he had
his throbbing, stiff cock shoved up my ass. There I was, lying there in the
Delt House stairwell, getting fucked in the ass by a horny, incoming
freshman.

Panting and growling, Randy humped me as he pulled off his sweatshirt and
kicked off his shoes and jeans in an effort to get completely naked. He
then turned his attention to me, tugging at my robe until he slipped it off
of me, tossing all of our clothes into a pile in the corner.

Free from the confines of our clothing, we increased the energy of our
fucking. I spread my legs, letting Randy plunge his pole deeper into my
body, eliciting howls of pleasure from him and grunts of exertion from
me. He clamped his hands around my arms, pressing me down against the
stairs as he pounded into me without mercy.

His sweat dripped off his hairy chest onto my back, and my own sweat was
probably staining the carpet under my body. And if it wasn't, then the
precum leaking from my cock surely was. I was just hoping that I wouldn't
cum right there. I'd never be able to get the stains out of the carpet
before the other Delts returned home.

"Yeah, you big Delt bear," Randy grunted as he pumped his shaft into me,
"I'm gonna cum in your ass. Here it comes."

He thrust his cock into my ass as far as it would go and reared up as his
body stiffened, trembling as he shot his steaming sperm into me. He let out
a series of "ah, ah, ah" sounds as each wave of his orgasm blasted another
spurt of cum up my ass.

Randy suddenly pulled his cock out of my ass, and with a forceful shove, he
rolled me over onto my back. My cock sprang up like a tree, and Randy
climbed on top of me, straddling me. To my surprise, his stiff cock was
still bouncing around and pumping out cum that dripped onto my stomach. He
hadn't even finished cumming, yet.

But even as he continued to spurt his load, Randy lowered himself onto my
erection, impaling his ass on its massive hardness. I looked at him in
gratitude as he started riding me like a bucking bronco, sliding his body
up and down my pole. His own climax had ended, but his dick was still hard
as ever, and he was busy jerking himself off, trying to bring himself to a
rapid second coming.

Now I got a good look at his naked bearish body, covered in more fur than
I'd ever seen on an eighteen-year-old. He had a barrel chest like mine,
only a lot furrier and blonder... and covered with a sheet of sweat.

I thrust my hips, trying to fuck his ass as hard as he'd fucked mine, and
it only made him hornier. I was ready to cum even before he'd shoved my
dick into him, and so I was shocked to hear him yell out, "I'm cumming
again!"

And so he did, shooting ropes of hot, white sperm that blasted out across
my chest and belly. His face was contorted in a mask of ecstasy that looked
almost like pain. As the muscles in his ass tightened around my pumping
shaft, it was too much for me to bear.

I cried out as I came, shaking uncontrollably as my cock spurted its load
into Randy's waiting ass. He continued riding me as I made a few ecstatic
facial expressions of my own.

I was still cumming inside him when I sat up and hugged him tightly,
letting him feel the waves of pleasure sweeping through me. I opened my
eyes and found myself looking over Randy's shoulder out into the foyer of
the house.

There, standing in the front door, was Billy Grissom, dressed in his
classic suit and tie, a suitcase in one hand and a duffel bag in the
other. The look on his face was one of amusement rather than shock.

"Did I come at a bad time?" he drawled in his Southern accent.

Randy started to turn his head in surprise, but I stopped him and murmured,
"It's okay." As my orgasm finally came to an end, I had enough strength to
look up at Billy again and answer, "No, it's fine. Welcome back."

My junior year of college had officially begun.



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