Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2007 10:17:17 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 11 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.

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"Sloan Cosgrove, Confessions of a Teenage Bear" 
by fratbear (fratbear@excite.com)


Chapter 11: Enforcement


It was a warm Friday night near the middle of May. The end of high school
was a mere three weeks away, and the mood among our clique of linemen was
palpable. Otherwise, the routine was the same. We spent that night hanging
out in front of the Dairy Queen, downing shakes and two cases of beer that
Zack had managed to snag from home.

It was a few minutes before eleven, and we were all a bit toasted, so I
decided to head home. Since Tucker was the only one of us without a car, we
took turns driving him home. Tonight was my turn. He seemed a little
disappointed that we had to leave early, but we got into my pick-up and
headed off down the dusty, deserted road towards home.

"You know, Sloan," Tucker said as we drove down the dark road, "for a guy
so big, you're a bit of a lightweight when it comes to booze."

I bristled a little at the remark. "I can out-drink all you assholes," I
replied. "I just don't feel like it tonight."

We both chuckled a bit. I looked over at Tucker, who just looked bashfully
back at me.

"Say, Tucker," I said, "when's the last time you shot your load?"

He hesitated, then smiled. "A couple of days."

I nodded. "So what d'ya say? Should we pull over?"

Tucker's grin grew larger. "Sure."

I pulled off onto the shoulder, then parked my truck on the grass at the
side of the road. When I turned off the headlights, the only illumination
in the truck came from the faint lights of the dash.

I pulled Tucker's legs onto the seat, and he scooted around so that he was
sitting with his back against his door. I knelt between his legs and
quickly unzipped his jeans, pulling them open. His erection was already
stretching out his white underpants. I yanked them down and wrapped my hand
around his hard shaft.

"You want me to make you cum?" I asked as I jerked on his cock.

Tucker gasped. "Yeah, Sloan. Make me shoot."

I bent down and sucked on the head of his cock, massaging the silky surface
of the shaft with my wet tongue. Tucker clenched his eyes shut and groaned.

I took more of his dick into my mouth and suckled on it gently. I figured
that we had all night if we needed, so I was gonna take my time. I fondled
his balls with my fingers as I lightly caressed his cock with my lips.

Tucker was rolling his head from side to side, moaning up a storm. He
gripped the dash and the back of the seat with his powerful, clumsy hands
to steady himself.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked at it glistening in the
moonlight. A squeeze of the shaft milked out a drop of precum. I licked it
off, causing Tucker to shudder. Smiling, he opened his eyes and looked down
at me.

His expression suddenly turned to one of surprise. "Aw, shit!"

I looked behind me. Standing right at my window was the silhouette of a
cop. Tucker had been moaning so loudly that we didn't even hear the cop car
pull up behind us.

The cop yanked open my door and shone a blinding flashlight right at us as
Tucker fumbled with his jeans, pulling them up.

"Well, well," the cop snarled, "what've we got here? A couple a'
cocksuckers."

I tried to come up with one of my trademark explanations as I sat up to
look at him. As usual, it all came out sounding pretty lame. "No, officer,
we were just... I just dropped something on the floor and had to pull over
to look for it."

The cop snickered. "The only thing you seem to've dropped was your
fuck-buddy's pants over there."

His flashlight was right in my eyes, and I couldn't even tell whether I was
looking at his face while I was talking. "It's not what it looks like,
officer," I said.

"Shut up." The cop interrupted me. I could hear him sniffing the air. "Is
that alcohol I smell, son?"

"I, uh..." I really didn't know how to answer.

"You been drinkin', son?"

I hesitated. Tucker answered nervously. "Just a beer or two."

He pointed his flashlight at Tucker. "Am I talking to you?" The cop shone
the beam across my body. "You're a high school student."

"Yeah," I answered.

"And you're out drinking, driving, and sucking dick."

"But we weren't..."

"Shut up." He paused, then stepped back. "Get outta the truck. Both of
you."

I looked at Tucker, who by now was genuinely frightened. "It's okay," I
said.

We both climbed out of the cab through my door and stood next to the
truck. The cop looked us over for what seemed like an eternity. This was
getting awfully suspicious. I mean, he hadn't even asked me for my driver's
license.

Finally, I noticed another pair of headlights coming down the road. Great,
I thought, at least somebody will see us.

"You a football player?" the cop asked.

I gulped and nodded. "We both are."

"Yeah, I used to play," he said, switching off his flashlight as the
headlights from the approaching car illuminated us.

For the first time, I got a good look at the cop's face. He was ruggedly
handsome, his uniform tightly hugging his stocky and muscular body. His
clean-shaven face was one of a 40 year old, but his hair had gone
prematurely gray. His eyes were narrow slits, giving him a mean, tough
look.

I looked at his name tag. It read "Chuck Bailey."

"Look, Officer Bailey," I said, "can't we work this out somehow? I mean,
you can give me a breathalyzer and everything. You'll see that I'm not
drunk."

He smirked. "Yeah, I'm sure we can work something out. By the way, you can
call me Chuck."

Tucker and I sighed with relief as we all looked at the other car pulling
up behind Chuck's. That's when we realized that it was another police
car. Tucker and I exchanged nervous looks.

We watched as three massive men got out of the car and walked towards
us. Their uniforms identified them all as Cicero police officers.

"What's going on, Chuck?" I asked.

"Took you fellas long enough," Chuck said to his cohorts. "You already
missed the cocksucking show."

"Aw, man," groaned one of the cops, a young, baby-faced blond with arms
that looked like they could crush a boulder.

Another cop was big and brawny, with a thinning hairline and a dark beard
that made him look like a lumberjack. "Which one was doing the sucking?"

"The big one," Chuck answered. "Can you believe that?"

"He's kinda cute," drawled the third cop, a lumbering brute who had to be
at least six and a half feet tall. His face made him look like a nice guy,
but dumb as the dirt under a rock.

Chuck turned to Tucker and me. "This here's Greg, Don, and the big dumb
one's Clod."

I wondered why he was introducing them to us so friendly-like. "Yeah," I
mumbled. "It's nice to meet you guys."

"Can we go now?" Tucker asked.

The cops all laughed. Then Chuck just glared at us. "Take off your
clothes."

"What?" I was completely baffled. I'd never had a cop ask me that before.

"You heard me, son," Chuck said. "Take 'em off. You do want to work
something out, don't you?"

It was starting to sound like some kind of stupid hazing stunt in some
stupid fraternity.

"Is that it?" I asked. "You want to see us get naked?"

Chuck shrugged. "Is it too much to ask?"

Tucker looked at me. "I guess if it'll help us get out of here faster," he
whispered.

"Fine," I said, and Tucker and I started stripping off our clothes as the
four cops stood around, staring at us. At least the night air was warm.

We dropped our clothes into piles on the ground, and soon we were buck
naked, my big hefty frame probably looking like a mountain next to Tucker's
soft, doughy body. We just stood there uncomfortably as the cops looked us
over.

"I want the big one," Clod drawled stupidly.

"What the hell?" I blurted out. This was getting weird.

Chuck just laughed. "Only after me," he replied to Clod. He turned to
Tucker and me and spoke to us like a drill sergeant giving orders. "Hold
out your hands."

Not wanting to cause any problems, we obeyed, and in a flash, Chuck whipped
out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed my right wrist to Tucker's left.

"Hey, what's going on?" Tucker cried out.

But a second later, Don had grabbed Tucker's hands while Clod grabbed mine,
and they dragged us around to the back of my truck.

"What the hell're you doing?" I yelled.

Chuck lowered the gate on the bed of my truck, and Don and Clod leapt up
into the bed, pulling Tucker and me face-down onto the cold steel floor of
the bed.

There we lay, side by side, face-down and naked in the back of my truck,
our arms being held down over our heads by two burly cops.

Tucker looked at me fearfully. "What's going on?" he asked.

"I don't know," I answered, but I was getting a pretty good idea of what
was about to happen. I didn't want to scare Tucker, though.

"Here, use this," Chuck said, tossing a roll of nylon rope to Don.

Don tied a piece of rope around Tucker's uncuffed left wrist and ran it
through a eye-hole on the side of my truck. He then tossed the rest of the
rope to Clod, who ran it through an eye-hole my side of the truck. I
struggled as he tried to tie the rope around my right wrist.

"Hold still," Clod said, holding down my wrist and stroking my naked
back. "You'll enjoy it more if you don't struggle."

"What do you mean?" Tucker asked. "What're you talking about?"

Clod finished tying off my wrist. With our wrists strung up and cuffed,
Tucker and I couldn't move.

I heard the distinct sounds of belt buckles being undone, zippers being
unzipped. Tucker and I both looked over our shoulders and saw Chuck and
Greg removing their uniforms and tossing them to the ground.

"Oh, fuck," Tucker gasped. "Oh, shit. They're gonna fuck us." He yelled at
the cops. "Oh, god, please, don't fuck me."

All the cops just chuckled as Chuck and Greg passed a bottle of lubricant
between them, greasing up their hardening cocks. Chuck's body was thick,
without much muscle definition except for his pecs. He was pretty much
meaty all over, with a seven-inch dick to match. Greg looked like more of a
bodybuilder, but his erection couldn't have been more than five inches
long. Steroid abuse, probably. I almost laughed at the thought, but I
caught myself. I knew there was no way to stop what was about to happen.

I looked over at Tucker, who looked like he was on the verge of tears
already. "It's okay, Tucker," I said. "He's not too big. It won't hurt that
much."

Tucker managed to squeeze my cuffed hand with his. "You sure?" he asked,
not quite convinced.

"Just try to enjoy it," I said. "You've seen how much I like it."

Tucker gulped, then nodded. "Okay, Sloan."

We looked back again at Chuck and Greg, who were climbing into the bed and
spreading out legs apart.

"You ever heard of the long arm of the law, son?" Chuck said as he knelt
between my spread legs. "This is kinda like that."

He and Greg chuckled as Tucker squeezed my hand again.

I felt Chuck's cock pressing against my asshole. "Oh, yeah," he groaned as
he pushed in, his palms pressed into my back. I grunted as he slid all the
way in. "Yeah, you big linemen are always the best fucks. Come on, Greg,
give your lineman a ride."

Greg smiled wickedly as he positioned the tip of his cock at Tucker's
ass. I stared into Tucker's frightened eyes as Greg pushed his cock into
Tucker's tight virgin asshole.

"Just relax," Greg growled into Tucker's ear as he slid in.

"Aw, shit," Tucker moaned as he clenched his eyes shut, tears welling up
from the pain. I could tell he didn't like the initial sensation of a cock
up his ass.

"Yeah, you're a hot bearcub, aren't you?" Chuck whispered as he started
thrusting into me. He lay his meaty body on top of mine and humped away. I
wasn't about to admit it, but he was good fucker, and I was having a great
time.

Tucker whimpered pitifully as Greg started fucking him. With each thrust, a
sharp gasp escaped Tucker's open mouth. He opened his eyes and we looked at
each other as both our asses were being violated by law enforcement
officials.

Don and Clod leapt out of the truck, and Tucker and I couldn't see where
they had gone. The frantic humping of the growling, horny cops on our backs
kept us from thinking about it for very long.

I saw Greg whispering more words into Tucker's ear. I couldn't tell what he
was saying, but then I realized he was telling Tucker to talk dirty.

Tucker had trouble even getting any words past his ragged gasps for
air. "Uh, fuck me. Fuck my ass," he cried out, and I started to think that
perhaps he really meant it. Greg's sinewy muscles writhed as he pounded his
cock into Tucker's gradually loosening ass.

"Yeah," Chuck growled at me. "You like seeing your friend being fucked,
don't you?" He gnawed and licked at the thick flesh on my sweaty
shoulder. "See Greg fucking your friend's ass? Your friend really wants it
now. He likes it." He leaned down and grunted into my ear. "You like my
dick up your ass, huh?"

I nodded, spreading my legs even farther apart to let him sink his shaft
deeper into me. He started picking up the pace of his thrusts, bouncing up
and down on my body. Each time he rammed into me, the air was forced out of
my lungs. I started huffing in time with his bucking body.

I noticed that Tucker was now staring at me in fascination, perhaps amazed
by how much I was enjoying Chuck reaming my ass. He forced a little smile
onto his mouth just to show me he was doing all right, despite the
bodybuilder reaming his ass.

Chuck started snarling as his meaty frame dripped sweat onto my back. He
pounded harder and faster as he rocketed towards his orgasm.

"You gonna cum, Chuck?" Greg asked as he started fucking Tucker a little
faster.

"I gonna shoot, man," Chuck groaned in response. "I'm gonna fill this
lineman's ass with my cum."

"Wait for me," Greg said as he started a full-on, rapid-fire assault on
Tucker's ass, pummeling it with added determination.

"Oh, god," Tucker whimpered beneath Greg. "Please cum..."

Tucker and I looked at one another as Chuck and Greg got off on watching
each other's thrusting bodies. I felt Chuck's body beginning to tremble.

"Fuck, yeah..." he growled as he shot his hot load into my bowels. He
collapsed, shaking, onto my back, still thrusting his hips, slowing pumping
more cum into my ass.

Greg cried out, and I could see Tucker squeezing his eyes shut and letting
a big smile spread across his face as the muscled cop filled his ass with
his juices.

Finally, Greg stopped thrusting, and all four of us lay still, our bodies
heaving as we caught our breaths.

"Good job, boys," Chuck said as he pulled his cock out of my ass.

Tucker sighed as Greg withdrew from him. "That wasn't too bad, was it?"
Greg asked as he patted Tucker on the back.

"Naw, of course not," Tucker replied, trying to be cocky even though he'd
just been robbed of his virginity and dignity.

"Good," Greg said, letting out a chuckle. "Because Don and Clod haven't
shot their loads in days. I'm sure you're plenty loosened up now."

"Oh, fuck," Tucker groaned as Chuck and Greg climbed off us, revealing Don
and Clod standing behind the truck, naked and jerking their glistening,
large cocks.

I actually cracked a smile, eager to get fucked by another meaty cop, but
then I remembered that I should probably look a little outraged for
Tucker's sake.

"Oh, no, this is horrible," I mumbled half-heartedly. It wasn't very
convincing.

Tucker rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm glad one of us is enjoying this."

"Look on the bright side," I whispered, making sure the cops couldn't
hear. "We're gettin' more action tonight than the rest of the varsity
football squad put together."

Tucker actually snorted as he stifled a giggle, but we became serious again
as the truck rocked from the weight of the two other cops climbing in
behind us.


- fratbear
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