"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 33: Security Blanket
When I stormed out of the Gamma Sig House that chilly January night, I was both pissed off and drunk, not a good combination at a college whose administration had vowed to crack down on underage drinking the previous autumn. It was Friday, and the Gamma Sigs had held their monthly beer bash, which was understandably one of the most popular parties on campus.
I had a perfectly good reason to be angry. I'd just been dumped. Apparently, Mitch thought it'd be a good idea to end our whirlwind ten-week relationship at the beer bash. Actually, I should've seen it coming. Both Mitch and I had been drifting apart, and we'd been catching each other checking out other guys on campus. We'd also had a conversation before Christmas about how much I seemed to enjoy having sex with our other teammates in the locker room after the Holliman game, and how great our orgy in our Arizona hotel room had been. It was clear that neither of us were ready for monogamy.
Still, it was probably a bad idea for Mitch to drop the hammer on our relationship during the middle of a crowded, rocking party, especially while I was drunk. My pleas of "Can't we talk about this later?" soon gave way to "If that's the way you want to be," and immediately after that I was stomping down the sidewalk, muttering angrily to myself.
My coordination must've been pretty alcohol-impaired, because at one point I veered off the sidewalk onto a grassy slope. Before I knew it, I'd stumbled over a rock and was tumbling head over ass down a hill. When I came to rest at the bottom, I let out a yell, not because I was hurt- in fact, I didn't even have so much as a scratch from my fall- but because this was just another annoying glitch in an evening already chock full of annoyances.
I didn't even bother trying to pick myself up. Instead, I just lay there on my back, staring up at the stars, wondering how I got myself into this predicament. It occurred to me that this was probably my first moment of peaceful solitude in weeks, and so I wasn't in any rush to start my climb back up the hill to the sidewalk.
My moment of solitude was interrupted by the intense beam of a flashlight shining right in my eyes from above.
"God damn it," I snarled as I shielded my eyes from the blinding light.
"Hey, kid, you okay?" A man's voice echoed in the night.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said a bit more curtly than I intended. I was probably sounding like some irascible drunk.
The man lowered his flashlight and started climbing down the hill towards me. It seemed that this annoying night was just getting a little more obnoxious.
"Are you inebriated, son?"
I sat up, trying to show the mystery man that I was fine. "Look, I had a few drinks back at the party, but I'm fine. Really."
As the man came into focus, I realized that he was wearing the uniform of a campus security guard. Great. Just what I needed.
"That looked like quite a nasty tumble you took," he remarked as he knelt down, obviously trying to get a look at my eyes to see exactly how plastered I was. I focused my eyes on his shiny shoes, and the dark pants of his uniform.
"It probably looked worse than it really was," I replied. "Look, I don't mean to sound like too much of an asshole, but it's been a hell of a night, and I'd rather be alone right now."
I finally looked up into the guard's face for the first time. He was middle-aged, with a crewcut and a smoothly-shaven face. His eyes were friendly, but filled with concern. His thick, hairy arms were the only exposed part of a muscle-bound body packed into the tan, short-sleeved shirt. On such a chilly night, he must've been miserable in such light clothing.
"Well, technically I should be citing you for public intoxication, and probably for underage drinking, am I right?" A walkie-talkie on his belt suddenly blared on with a burst of static and muffled voices. He reached down and switched off the walkie. "What's your name, son?"
I momentaruly cvonsidered giving him a fake name, but then I finally just sighed, "Sloan."
"Sloan," the guard repeated. "I'm Bradley. Now it's my job to make sure you aren't breaking any campus rules, you understand? But more than that, I got to help out wherever I can." He paused, tilting his flashlight up to my face to see if I was hearing him. "You want to talk about it?"
I don't know why I started talking to Bradley. It might've been the booze in my system. But I looked down at his shoes and mumbled, "I was at a party and got dumped."
Bradley was silent for a moment. "Tough break, kid," he finally said. "But it happens to all of us, you know." He paused, then chuckled a bit. "You know, I'm not supposed to say this, but all you got to do is go out and get laid. Show her you don't need her to have a good time."
"You know what really sucks about that?" I said as I looked back up at his face. "It's that HE's probably getting laid right now."
"Oh, I see," Bradley murmured, nodding his head. I couldn't tell if he was surprised, confused, or pleased. He seemed to have all his thoughts locked inside his head. "Well, do you still want to get laid?"
"Sure," I answered. "Why wouldn't I?"
Bradley cleared his throat. "Well, don't suppose I could help you with that, could I?" He reached out and placed a hand on my forearm. I smiled at the feeling of being touched.
I nodded, and he switched off his flashlight, plunging us into darkness. We could only see each other faintly in the night, and we were utterly invisible to anyone walking by on the sidewalk above.
I reached over and unbuckled Bradley's black leather belt. It was a wide cop's belt, with two latches on the buckle, the kind of belt that could hold a walkie, a nightstick, keys, and a gun if needed. Bradley didn't have a gun, but the weight of his belt pulled his pants down after I unzipped them. He fell onto his back as I pulled down his underwear, freeing his already erect, seven-inch cock.
Bradley pulled up his shirt as I plunged his pole into my mouth and down my throat. "Oh, jeez," he gasped, then inhaled sharply, not expecting me to deep throat him so suddenly. I buried my nose in the coarse hair at the base of his prick, letting the muscles in my throat stimulate his sensitive shaft. His legs were trembling with his pants bunched around his calves, and a collection of keys on his belt jangled softly. "Oh, god. Oh, man," he moaned as he breathed in jagged huffs.
As I sucked on his cock, Bradley unbuttoned his shirt, and I was surprised to discover that he wasn't wearing a tee-shirt underneath. Instead, he spread his shirt open to show his furry, barrel chest, which was heaving as he fought to control his breath.
He started tapping my shoulder with his hand, softly at first, then gradually more insistent. After slurping on his dick a little longer, I pulled it out of my mouth and looked up at him. I knew that he wanted to fuck me now.
Bradley kicked off his shoes and pants, his keys jangling loudly, then got up onto his knees behind me. I caught a glimpse of his erection glistening in the moonlight as he rolled me over and pulled me up onto my hands and knees. He got behind me and reached around, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down to expose my ass.
With an intense grunt, Bradley rammed his stiff shaft into my ass and started fucking me eagerly. I gritted my teeth and remained perfectly still and silent, just savoring the feeling of having my ass stuffed by this groaning, horny security guard
I looked up, seeing the shadows of people walking past on the sidewalk at the top of the hill. None of them had any idea what was going on just a few yards away beneath their feet.
Bradley leaned over and hugged my body as he humped me, whispering my name into my ear with his hot breath. "Yeah, Sloan, do you like this? Does this make you feel better?"
You know, he was right. I was starting to feel better about Mitch and our whole break-up mess. "Yeah," I moaned in response. "Fuck me harder, Bradley."
He rubbed his soft, smooth chin against the back of my neck. He must've just shaven before going to work tonight. He started to fuck me with more energy, and his breathing became heavier as he clenched his teeth and gasped. "Oh, man. Here it comes, Sloan."
He jammed his cock all the way into my ass and held it there as his body spasmed on top of me, his throbbing dick spewing his load into me. "Oh, yeah..." he moaned as he came inside me
When he was done, he didn't waste any time pulling his still rock-hard cock out of my ass. Cum was still dribbling out of his cockhead, and I was sure this was going to be a case of cumming and going, expecting him to simply take off now that he was done fucking me.
However, this wasn't the case with Bradley. With me still on all fours like an animal, Bradley lay on his back and slid his head under my stomach, quickly swallowing my hard, dripping cock.
I cried out as he sucked on my dick expertly, using his hand to pump the base of my shaft. I could tell he was trying to get me off as quickly as possible.
Well, it worked. In less than a minute, I was howling at the moon as I blasted my hot cum into Bradley's hungry mouth. As far as I could tell, he swallowed every drop.
And true to form, as soon as I spurted out my last glob of sperm, Bradley shuffled out from under my body and sat up. "Hope that helped, kid," he said as he started buttoning his shirt.
I sat up, still catching my breath. "It was just what I needed."
Bradley smiled. "I'm always around if you need me. After all, I'm here to protect and serve the student body."
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