Date: Sat, 22 Mar 2008 11:17:42 -0400 (EDT)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 44 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 44: Arrested Development

"Hey, what the fuck're you doing?" I yelled as I was dragged out the back
door of the Delt House into the cool, humid night. "Let go!"

It wasn't until I was a good distance from the house that I stopped
struggling and got a good look at the two men who'd so forcibly removed me
from my moment of bliss and public sex with Tom the hockey player.

The first thing I realized was that the two were wearing the uniforms of
campus security. "Oh, man," I groaned. "Look, I know what I did back there
probably wasn't legal, but let's not get all riled up about it, okay?"

One of the guards spoke as they released their grip on me. "It's all right,
Sloan." The voice was familiar. I looked at the muscle-bound body and
middle-aged face of the man who said it, and after a few seconds of
studying his non-threatening smirk, military-style crew-cut, and bright
eyes, I realized that it was none other that Bradley, the guard who'd
fucked me outdoors the night I'd broken up with my ex-boyfriend Mitch.

"Bradley?" I asked, surprised at seeing him again after all this time. It
occurred to me that I hadn't seen him at all since our chilly nighttime
encounter.

"So you do remember me," he said, smiling proudly. "Though it looks like
you're still letting your horniness get the better of you."

"Yeah," I replied as I nodded. "Who's your friend?"

The other security guard was young, maybe in his twenties, with a youthful
face and a squint. Like Bradley, he looked like he was packed with solid
muscle under his uniform. "I'm Bob," he said cheerfully.

"We were at the party," Bradley continued. "And Bob here got pretty turned
on by your little show."

I looked over at Bob, who had subconsciously placed his hand over his
bulging crotch. I looked back over at the Delt House in the distance and
saw that everybody had gone back into their house to resume their
partying. There was no one around to see us.

"What do you want to do about it?" I asked.

"Well," Bradley answered, "seeing as you already managed to get your rocks
off, I was thinkin' maybe Bob could fuck you while you suck on my dick like
you did the last time."

"And maybe this time I can taste some of that cum of yours," I added, a
statement that got two big grins in response.

I led the two horny security guards over to a tree grove where I knew
nobody would see us, and where the ground was covered in soft grass and
leaves. They watched as I stripped off every piece of clothing until I was
standing naked before them, lit dimly by the moonlight and distant
streetlights.

Bradley and Bob followed suit, pulling off their clothes and tossing them
to the ground. The last time Bradley had fucked me, he'd kept most of his
clothes on. Now I got a good look at his naked, fuzzy, muscled body, thick
in all the right places. He was in great shape for a guy who must've been
in his forties.

Bob on the other hand, looked hairless and soft in the moonlight. His
youthful body was meaty and muscular, but not like a bodybuilder. He looked
more like a naturally big guy who only got to the gym once a week, just
enough to keep his body from getting flabby.

Free of our clothes, I got down on my hands and knees, pointing my ass
right at Bob, inviting him to plunge his rod into me. I looked back at him
as he stroked his hardening cock and knelt behind me. I closed my eyes and
let out a relieved sigh as he slid that pole into my ass with ease, pushing
it in to the hilt.

"Oh, man," Bob growled as he started fucking my ass doggy-style. I looked
back again to see his blissed-out expression, his eyes squeezed shut-- or
was it just his natural squint?-- as he thrust into me.

When I looked forward again, Bradley was on his knees in front of me, and I
found myself staring at his soft, hairy belly and his stiff cock pointing
up at my mouth. He looked down at me with gleaming eyes and a friendly,
inviting smile.

I smiled back, then opened my mouth and enveloped his erection with my
lips, letting his silky-smooth pole slide past my wet tongue and down my
throat. Bradley groaned loudly as I deep-throated him, and I was sure that
he hadn't gotten a blow-job this good in quite some time.

Meanwhile, I was being pounded from behind my Bob's powerful cock. He'd
been building up his thrusts, and by now he was fucking me with great
vigor. I felt his strong hands on my hips, gripping me as he let loose with
a series of hearty grunts.

Bradley clutched my hair with a meaty hand and held tight as he pumped his
cock into my mouth with as much energy as Bob was fucking my ass. I was
getting plowed on both ends, and I was in heaven. I just stayed planted on
my hands and knees, absorbing the sensation of two big, hard cocks plunging
into my body.

I felt Bob reach down under by body and grasp my cock in his thick
fingers. He started pumping on it, masturbating me skillfully as he
continued to fuck my ass. My dick quickly hardened to its full, erect
state, and Bob stroked all eight-and-a-half inches of it in his fist.

"Aw, fuck, Sloan, I'm gonna blow," Bradley growled above me as he quickened
his thrusts into my mouth. His huffing breaths grew louder and faster as
his grip on my hair grew tighter. And then suddenly, his fingers relaxed.

His cum exploded from his cock and immediately filled my mouth. It was a
good-sized load, the load of a man who hadn't relieved himself in
days. Bradley grunted and moaned as he came, warming my throat with that
hot, sweet spunk of his. I continued the suction on his cock as he came,
and he trembled as his orgasm came to a gradual end.

It was at about this time that I closed my eyes, feeling my balls about to
explode. As Bob pumped away on my shaft, I pulled Bradley's dick out of my
mouth and let out a cry as I came, spurting my cum onto the grass below me.

The spasms of my muscles seem to trigger Bob's climax, and he grunted like
a bear as his dick spewed jet after jet of its juice into my body. He
continued fucking me even after he'd stopped cumming, and my asshole began
to feel hot and slick from the lubrication of his cum.

I suckled on Bradley's cock again for a few more minutes, drawing out any
last remnants of his sperm and savoring the taste of it.

By the time the two guards had pulled their spent cocks out of me, I was
already erect again. They just watched in awe as I got up on my knees and
started jerking off in front of them.

"Jeez," Bob said, still out of breath, "three times in one night? You're an
animal."

"I try to be," I replied as I started pounding furiously on my dick,
working myself up to a quick orgasm. When I came again, there was less
juice to come shooting out, but it spewed with much greater force than my
previous two times that night.

Bradley and Bob just shook their heads in amazement as I let out a breath
and licked off my cum-coated fist. I was thoroughly exhausted. The party at
the Delt House was long over, and my frat brothers were probably wondering
what had happened to me, if they weren't already passed out.

"Well, guys," I said. "Nice to see that I can rely on campus security to
help me out when I need 'em."

Bradley just nodded and smiled. "Anytime, Sloan."


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