Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 11:53:05 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 18 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 18: Phone Serviced

By the time November rolled around, the college football season was coming
to an end, and I'd already spent the whole season on the sidelines. My time
at the gym was starting to pay off, and Coach Johnson (the prick) even said
that there'd be a good chance I'd be a starting member of the offensive
line the following season. In other words, things were looking up for me.

In the weeks since I'd first blown him, my roommate Justin satisfied my
perpetual hunger for cum. About two or three times a week, we'd end up in
our room late at night, having spent the evening studying or partying,
getting out of our clothes to go to bed. Justin would absent-mindedly
stroke his cock to a full hard-on, and before he knew it, I'd be down on my
knees sucking away until be blew his load down my throat. Still, it'd been
months since I'd had a good fuck, and it was pretty damn clear that Justin
wasn't going to provide me with those needs.

Besides our little sexual dalliances, Justin and I shared another thing: an
addiction to the Internet. Problem was, our dorm room only had one phone
line, making it difficult to coordinate our dial-up and phone time. After
two months of juggling our on-line schedules, we finally decided to call up
the campus phone services hotline and ask for a second line to be
installed.

It was about nine o'clock on a Tuesday morning when the knock came at the
door. I know it was nine because my alarm had just gone off thirty second
earlier, and I was still in the process of waking up. Justin's bed was
empty; one of those rare times he actually woke up in time for his first
morning class.

Half-asleep and not even aware that I was still clad in only my boxers and
an extra-large football tee-shirt, I groggily stumbled over to the door and
opened it.

The sparkling blue eyes were the first feature that caught my
attention. Though shaded by the bill of a worn baseball cap, the eyes still
managed to glint. Then I noticed the amused smile framed by a
neatly-trimmed blond goatee. Yes, I know this is unusual for me, but the
last thing I noticed with the guy's tall, husky frame. He was built like
someone who might've been a linebacker in college ten years ago.

"Phone service," he declared, raising a hand to reveal a toolbox. "You
needed a line installed?"

I was still in the process of looking over his brawny body, which was
packed into jeans and a denim shirt with a name-patch that read "Gus." I
was so occupied that I paused momentarily before snapping out of it and
exclaiming, "Oh, sure, come on in."

It was only after I closed the door behind him that I realized that I was
still sporting a wicked case of morning wood. It looked like a harpoon was
trying to poke out of my boxers.

"I woke you up, didn't I?" he said sheepishly as he scanned the baseboards
of the room for the phone jacks.

"No, it's all right," I replied, shifting my dick around until it was held
in place by my waistband.

"I'm Gus, by the way." He found the jacks and got down on the floor to take
the cover off of them.

"Yeah, I saw the tag." I sat back on my bed and enjoyed my view of Gus' big
body bent over on the floor. Staring at the seat of his jeans stretched
over his ass, I resigned myself to the fact that there was no way I was
getting rid of my erection while he was in my presence.

"I'll be damned," Gus muttered, and he suddenly sat up and looked at me. I
quickly looked away, trying not to make it too obvious that I'd been
checking him out.

"Uh, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Well, looks like this room already has a second phone line installed. It
just needs to be activated." He sighed. "They could've done that
remotely. Didn't need me to come all the way out here."

"So that's all you need to do?" I happened to look down and notice that the
front of my boxers was spread wide open, giving Gus a good view of my hard
dick. I quickly pulled my tee-shirt down to hide it.

"Looks like you're having a good morning." He smirked, his eyes sparkling
in the sunlight that streamed in through the blinds. He stood up to
leave. "Well, seems I'll have a little free time before my next
appointment. Maybe I'll grab a bite to eat."

Seeing him standing in the middle of the room like that, I could feel a
tightness in my chest. I recognized it as the pain that comes when you're
faced with somebody you just want to reach out and touch, but you don't
know whether he feels the same way. So basically we were at a
stalemate. Waiting for one of us to make a move.

And, as usual, words didn't resolve the situation. Instead, it was the
mound growing in the crotch of Gus' jeans.

"Well, Gus, looks like you have a bit of morning wood, too. Sure you don't
want to stick around until your next appointment?" To seal the deal, I took
off my tee-shirt and tossed it to him.

He caught the shirt and looked it over. "You're on the football team?"

I nodded " I'm still a freshman, so they just keep me on sidelines for
now."

Gus thought it over, then sighed and set his toolbox down. "Well, I guess I
could hang around." He started unbuttoning his shirt as he walked towards
my bed. As he pulled off his shirt and dropped it on the floor, he climbed
on top of me and pushed me onto my back as our lips connected.

He wrapped a pair of muscular arms around me, his white tee-shirt straining
against his chest and arms. As we kissed hungrily, my hands clawed at his
tee-shirt, managing to pull it off as he kicked off his shoes. In the
process, I knocked his baseball cap off his head, revealing a head of
sun-bleached hair. We rolled over onto my bed, and I pulled back to admire
Gus' broad, muscular chest, coated in light-colored fur.

Gus' hand roamed down and slid into my boxers, his fingers gripping my
stiff cock and jerking on it. I closed my eyes and moaned with pleasure,
the only thought being that this was the last thing I thought I'd be doing
when I woke up that morning.

After ramming his tongue into my mouth and fondling my dick for what seemed
like an hour, but was probably only a minute, he withdrew his hand and
yanked off my boxers, leaving me to settle completely naked onto my bed.

"I've always wondered how you football jocks are in bed," Gus murmured as
he unbuttoned his jeans. I helped him slide his jeans and underwear down
his muscled thighs. His hard prick sprang up, and I immediately clamped my
mouth over it and sucked away. "Oh my god..." he moaned as he shifted his
body over me and sank my cock deep into his mouth.

The room was filled with the sounds of our grunts and groans as we 69ed on
my bed, our dicks slipping in and out of each other's warm, wet mouths. A
layer of sweat slicked our chests and bellies, and our bodies slid over one
another.

I pulled Gus' dick out of my mouth and cried out from the pleasure his
tongue was giving my cock. "Aw, fuck, Gus," I groaned, "I want to fuck
you. Can I fuck you?"

Gus stopped sucking and paused, catching his breath. "Fucked by a football
player? Sure." He rolled off of me onto his back and let me get up onto my
knees, retrieving a bottle of lube from my nearby desk and squirting a
dollop of it onto my shaft.

"I haven't fucked anybody in months," I said to Gus as I greased up my
pole.

"Well, I'm sure you'll do fine," he replied jokingly, his husky frame
glistening with sweat. He raised his legs in the air, and I moved up and
eagerly shoved my cock right up his ass.

"Fuck!" he snarled as I plunged into him. "Give me a warning before you do
something like that."

"Sorry, man." I stopped and regained my senses. "You just don't know how
horny I am."

"I do now," he answered. He reached over and gave me a slap on my ass. "All
right, now fuck me, you horn-dog."

Our bodies heaved as I started thrusting into him, the bed shaking and
rumbling beneath us. Fucking him face to face, I ran my hands over his
sweaty chest. Gus just stared at me with those beautiful blue eyes, closing
them every now and then and letting out a groan of joy.

"Yeah, kid, fuck me," he cried as I pounded into him harder and
harder. "Stick your big jock dick into me." He put his hands on my back and
pulled me down to kiss me. Our lips stayed plastered together as I humped
away feverishly, wanting desperately to deposit my load of cum into his
body.

We were so absorbed in the heat of our fucking session that I didn't even
notice the door to my room opening. Or the fact that Justin was standing in
the doorway, his jaw halfway to the floor.

I looked up at my roommate and stopped humping Gus. This was definitely an
awkward moment.

"Oh, man, I'm sorry, dude," Justin stuttered as he backed out of the room,
closing the door behind him.

Gus and I looked back and one another and started laughing at the absurdity
of the whole thing. The amused look on Gus' face was soon replaced with one
of hungry lust as I started plunging my shaft into his ass again.

He reached between our bucking bodies and started pumping frantically on
his own cock as he unleashed a torrent of guttural grunts. "Yeah, fuck
me... I'm gonna cum, kid. I gonna cum!" He yelled it so loudly that I was
sure everybody in my dorm could hear it.

I felt the muscles in Gus' ass clamping around my cock, and I knew he was
ready to shoot his load. He clenched his teeth and snarled under me as he
convulsed, his thick hot cum blasting out of his cock onto his belly as I
continued fucking him.

As he pumped out the last of his juices onto his stomach, his body went
limp beneath me. I sped up the pace of my thrusts as I felt my own orgasm
approaching. A long whine came from deep in my throat as I bounced up and
down on him.

"Aw, fuck!" I screamed out as my body was racked with what seemed like
jolts of electricity. My cock exploded with my cum, which shot into Gus'
ass as he lay like a rag doll on my bed.

When it was over, I collapsed on top of him, his cum sticky between us. He
gave me a hug as we lay there, gulping deep breaths of air.

"What's your name, kid?" Gus asked.

"Sloan," I replied softly, then gave him a long kiss.

Fifteen minutes later, it was time for him to get dressed and head off to
his next appointment.

On his way out to the door, Gus stopped and glanced back at me. "You know
what?" he said with a chuckle. "Since I didn't have to do much here, I
won't even charge you for the installation fee." He grinned as he put on
his cap and closed the door behind him.


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