"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.
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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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