"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 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.
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