Date: Fri, 29 Feb 2008 02:21:29 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 38 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 38: Tables Turned

My pick-up rambled down the deserted highway heading into my hometown of
Cicero, Texas. It was summer once again, and this year I was spending my
vacation lounging about at home. It was a Tuesday afternoon, and I'd just
spent my day at the mall the next town over. My plan was to get home and
watch some TV before my dad got home and we'd go out to Bart's Steakhouse
for some three-pound steaks.

It was actually refreshingly cool that afternoon, and I had my window
rolled down, enjoying the breeze on my face, but also keeping my eyes open
for any cops that might be on the prowl for speeders. This road was a
notorious speed-trap, and in fact it was the same road where my high school
teammate Tucker and I had been puled over and forcibly fucked by four cops
a few years earlier. It all seemed like a distant memory.

I found myself thinking about what had happened to all my high school
buddies. I'd hooked up with a few of them since graduation, but some of
them seemed to have simply disappeared from my radar. Tucker was one of
them. Last I heard, he'd moved back to his home state of Arkansas for
college.

I was so busy reminiscing that I almost didn't see the police car parked in
some high grass next to the road. Good thing I did see it, though, because
I applied my brake gently enough to hide the fact that I was going seventy
miles per hour in a fifty-five zone.

As I coasted past the badly-hidden police car, I managed to catch a glimpse
of the stern-looking patrolman in the front seat. I gasped when I realized
that it was none other than Officer Chuck Bailey, the stocky ringleader of
the quartet of cops who'd held Tucker and me captive. Even with the
trademark mirrored sunglasses, he was instantly recognizable.

I don't know what motivated me to do it, but I slowed my truck down and
pulled over to the shoulder of the road. The cop probably didn't even
notice that I'd stopped my car. I sat there and thought a moment. Perhaps I
should just keep going and forget that I saw him. It only took a second
before I rejected that thought.

I put my truck in reverse and backed up along the shoulder. I don't think
Officer Bailey even saw me until I had backed up right in front of his car,
blocking it from view of the road. I stopped my truck and turned off the
ignition, then leaned over to my open passenger window and yelled out at
the somewhat startled cop.

"Hey, Chuck," I shouted.

He opened his door and climbed out, trying to look authoritative. He had a
hand on his gun, probably out of pure instinct. Even with his sunglasses, I
could tell he was squinting at me, trying to figure out if he knew me.

"You're obstructing my car," he barked back. "Do I know you?"

I shuffled over to the other side of my truck and opened the passenger-side
door, climbing out onto the grass. Standing before him, it occurred to me
that I was a lot bigger than him. It hadn't seemed that way years earlier,
when he had me tied up in my truck bed as he rammed his dick into my ass.

"It's been a few years," I replied to his question, "but I definitely
remember you."

"Oh, yeah?" He folded his thick arms in front of his beefy chest. He'd
managed to stay in shape since I'd last seen him. His shirt looked like it
was about two sizes too small for his burly torso.

"Last time I saw you, you'd just finished squirting your cum into my ass,"
I replied, folding my arms to show off my own barrel chest. "Sound familiar
now?"

He cocked his head at me, then started to chuckle. "Oh, hey, oh, yeah." He
sounded a little nervous.

"You know, you're lucky I didn't report you and your buddies to the
higher-ups. Would've made a great scandal for the department, huh?"

His face became steely. "Now you know damn well you punks weren't gonna
tell no one about it. Not a chance in hell."

"And what made you so sure of that?"

The cop smirked smugly. "You fellas didn't want no one knowin' that you
took it up the ass. Big tough guys like you."

"Well," I answered, "guess you don't know that I like taking it up the
ass."

"So you're queer, are you?" Chuck said. "Figures. Looked like you were
enjoying it when I was givin' it to you."

"Yeah, but my buddy that night was straight, and he wasn't having such a
good time." I took a step towards him, but he didn't even flinch. "You can
still be prosecuted for it, couldn't you? Statute of limitations on rape
hasn't run out, yet, has it?"

"What is that, a threat?" he snarled back at me. "Like anyone's gonna
believe a punk like you."

"Well, then," I answered, "no one's gonna believe you."

"Believe me about what?" he shot back.

Summoning all the strength I could muster, I lunged at Chuck before he
could even move. I yanked his gun from his holster and tossed it into the
high grass. He started to make a move to retrieve it, but I grabbed his
shirt in one hand and his arm in the other, spinning him around and pushing
him to the ground face first. His sunglasses went flying off of his face.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Officer Bailey screamed as I sat on him,
pinning him to the grass as I ripped his handcuffs from his belt and
snapped them around his wrist. I struggled to get a hold of his other
flailing hand, but I soon got control of it and latched the other cuff.

The cop wriggled beneath me, but now that I had him handcuffed, he was
powerless against my 300 pounds of mass on top of him.

"Now, Officer Bailey," I whispered in his ear as I leaned over him. "I'm
guessing you like to be fucked as much as I do, am I right?"

He didn't answer. He just kept writhing on the grass as I reached under him
and undid his belt and pants.

"I'm gonna fuckin' pay you back for this," he yelled as I pulled down his
pants to reveal his round, soft ass.

"Whatever are you talking about?" I answered. "I'm the one who's paying YOU
back."

I reached under him again, this time grabbing his shirt and yanking it
apart, ripping off the buttons holding it together. I pulled it down his
arms until the cloth of his ruined shirt became tangled in the handcuffs on
his wrists. He was wearing a tight, cotton tee-shirt, which I ripped off of
his body easily, exposing his still-impressive, muscular back. He was
probably well into his forties, but he was still in fine shape.

I noticed that Chuck had stopped struggling as I unzipped my pants and
pushed them down around my knees. My cock was already rock-hard and
dripping. It would be all the lubrication I'd offer him.

"Hey, kid," he whispered. "Go gentle on me, okay?" It was the first
acknowledgement that this was something he might actually enjoy.

"I'll be as gentle on you as you were on me," I replied.

"But..." he started.

But before he could utter another word, I rammed my eight-and-a-half inch
rod into his unprepared ass with as much force as I could. Chuck let out a
long, loud cry that must've been audible a mile away. Fortunately for me,
there probably wasn't anyone else within a mile of us.

"Christ!" he yelled at me as I started fucking his ass mercilessly.

Actually, I was wrong. There WERE other people within a mile of us. I could
hear their cars driving by on the road only a few feet away. But my pick-up
hid us from sight. Good thing, too. I don't know what a couple of Texans
driving by would think if they saw my huge body humping away on top of a
submissive cop.

"Take it, take it in your ass you piece of shit," I grunted as I screwed
the hell out of Chuck. He was crying and whimpering, kind of like Lorne the
first time I'd fucked him. But this was a middle-aged man. A officer of the
law, no less. I had been expecting a little more dignity.

As I pounded into him, I noticed his asshole finally loosening up. His
cries subsided into animal-like grunts Finally, he started saying
semi-intelligible words.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck me, kid," he growled as I gripped his shoulders and plowed
away at his ass. He was grinding his body against the ground, and I could
tell he was trying to stimulate his own cock on the soft grass under us.

I was getting hot and sweaty from humping him with such energy, and I
managed to peel off my soaked shirt, exposing my back to the blazing sun
above. I realized that we were both nearly naked, fucking away in the open
air, right next to the main road to Cicero.

I threw back my head and howled at the sun as my balls exploded, pumping
out sperm that shot out of my thrusting cock and into Chuck's ass in
powerful spurts. I kept pounding away at his ass with as much vigor as I
could bear, trying to punish him just a few moments longer.

And, finally, I spent the rest of my energy, collapsing onto his back as I
gasped for air. My meat was still buried deep inside Chuck, and he was
still wriggling about on the ground, trying to get his own cock off.

I yanked my dick out of his ass and quickly rolled him over onto his
back. I could tell he was very uncomfortable with his hands handcuffed
beneath him, but I really wasn't too concerned about his comfort. There he
lay, his body arched up, his hard cock laying on his stomach, throbbing and
red.

"Please," he gasped as he looked at me through squinted eyes. "Let me cum."

I thought a moment, considering leaving him there with a serious case of
blue balls, but then my own horniness took over. I wanted to see him shoot
a load.

I reached over and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, jerking him off
vigorously. He grinned and tilted his head back, squeezing his eyes shut in
the bright sun.

"Oh, god, oh, god..." he moaned as I pumped on his cock.. His body suddenly
stiffened, and he screamed out. "Ahhhh..."

With a spasm of his body, he started to cum, jets of white cum shooting out
of his cock and splattering across his furry stomach and chest.

When he was done, I licked off the sweet cum that had dripped onto my
hand. I stood up and put on my clothes as I looked down at Chuck, lying
there on the grass with his hands cuffed behind his back, his torso
streaked with his own sticky cum.

"Nice seein' you again, Officer Bailey," I said as I gave him a little
salute and started back towards my truck.

Chuck started writhing on the ground again. "Hey, what the fuck? You can't
just leave me here."

"Watch me," I replied. "Let's see if they believe your story. I don't know
what you'd tell 'em, 'cause I bet you don't even remember my name."

With that, I climbed into my truck and drove off, leaving Chuck to figure
out how to get out of his predicament.


- fratbear
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