Date: Sun, 24 Feb 2008 02:01:37 -0500 (EST)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: Sloan Cosgrove, Chapter 36 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 36: Activation

"Does any brother have an objection to any of our new initiates?" asked
Hound, still our fraternity president, as the entire Delt House stood in a
circle in the living room.

The activation ceremony for our pledges was proving to be far less eventful
than last year, when Lorne and I ended up fucking each other on the floor
before the entire fraternity. That must've been why Hound cast a brief,
inside-joke kind of glance at me when he asked the question. He looked
mighty relieved when there was no response.

"Well then," Hound said, clapping his hands together and rubbing them,
looking like he was wringing them in anxiety. "I declare this class of
pledges activated. Welcome, brothers."

There was a great sigh of relief, followed by enthusiastic whoops that
didn't occur after last year's ceremony, probably due to the brothers'
discomforting shock. Again, my fault.

Reviving another tradition that had been disrupted by my ceremonial fuck
last year, the entire Delt population headed out to our local steakhouse
for a night of meat-eating and ale-consumption. Strangely enough, the meal
provided more opportunity for bonding than the structured, rule-bound
activation ceremony did.

I found myself seated next to Billy, dressed in his usual khakis, dress
shirt, and tie get-up. More than ever, though, the night provided me with
the chance to see this Southern bear cut loose and relax, something I'd
never seen him do. You see, I knew that Billy wasn't much of a drinker. I
witnessed it firsthand when we did our Century Club drinking game just four
nights earlier, when the pledges had to down a hundred shots of beer in a
hundred minutes. Billy had passed out after a mere half hour of the
game. Now, sitting next to me, he was quaffing down so many pints of pale
ale that I was finally moved to tap him repeatedly on the shoulder.

"You've never struck me as a man who could hold his booze," I remarked as
he turned to look at me with glazed, inebriated eyes.

"I'm fiiine," he replied, managing to slur a two-word sentence.

"You're not gonna drink any more, though, are you?" I asked.

He shook his head. "Not if you say so." He pushed away his last mug of
beer. He looked at me and grinned, his Alabama accent becoming thicker with
each word. "Y'know Big Daddy? Yer awesome. Always lookin' out fer us. I
'preciate that."

I shrugged. "It's my job."

Billy nodded, then turned and threw his arms around me in a clumsy
bear-hug. "Yer a pal."

I noticed Hound looking at me, half-amused and half-worried. I just rolled
my eyes at him and shook my head, a can-you-believe-this? gesture. Hound
just chuckled and shook his head as Billy passed out, still hugging me.

***

Billy did regain consciousness a minute or two later, but he was pretty
wasted for the rest of the dinner. However, his bear-hug had basically
singled me out as his designated driver for the trip back to the house.

Sitting next to me in my truck, Billy just stared out the window without
saying a word. I'd look over at him every now and then, but he'd always be
in the same position, gazing out into the night. I wondered if he'd passed
out again, but a clearly audible sigh let me know that he hadn't.

He didn't need too much help getting from my truck to the Delt House, but
as soon as we got inside, he stumbled into the game room and promptly
slumped against a wall. He just stood there, his back propping him up, his
legs wobbling ever so slightly. I was afraid he was going to keel over at
any second.

The rest of the house was quiet, except for the occasional sound of
footsteps upstairs. Everyone else had gotten home before us and were either
asleep or getting ready to pass out in their rooms. Now if only I could get
Billy home to his dorm room, I'd be able to get some sleep.

"Crazy night, huh?" he finally mumbled, his words only slightly more
coherent than before.

"I've seen stranger," I replied.

"No, I mean it's all kinda exciting, y'know?" He reached up and loosened
his tie. I was surprised that the knot had lasted so long into the night.

He started to lean forward, as if he were going to keel over. I immediately
moved in front of him and pushed him back up into a standing position. He
laughed, clutching my sweatshirt for support as he looked at me for a
second.

And then he kissed me. He just pulled me close to him and gave me a full-on
kiss on the lips. I can't say that I wasn't pleased, but I sure was
surprised by his move. I took a deep breath as I briefly felt his tongue
entering my mouth, and I could smell the beer still strong on his
breath. His goatee scratched against my face, and I could feel his finger
digging into my back as he clung to me. I felt my dick getting hard in my
pants, and I was pretty sure he was probably having a similar reaction in
his.

Billy slumped back against the wall, shaking his head as he muttered to
himself. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm sorry, Sloan." He looked away from
me. "That was stupid. I shouldn't've done that, god damn it." I don't think
I'd ever seen a bear mired in such a mixture of horniness and
self-disgust. I didn't even know how to respond. I just stood there,
grinning like a moron, still light-headed from the kiss.

Billy then looked up at me, seeing that wasn't reacting in disgust. He
seemed a little confused at first, but then he cocked his head, like he
finally understood. "But then again... maybe you liked it."

I didn't answer. Instead, I unbuttoned and unzipped his khakis, pushing
them and his boxers down around his knees until his erection poked up from
under his dress shirt. Billy just looked down at his protruding cock, then
up at me, still too drunk to say anything intelligent.

I knelt down in front of him and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it aside to
reveal his red, seven-inch dick, already familiar to me from the circle
jerk a few days earlier. I grasped it in my fingers and took a good look at
it. It twitched in my hand as Billy took a sharp breath.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time," I said as I brushed the sensitive
surface of his shaft with my fingertips.

I slipped Billy's cock into my mouth very slowly, letting the moist warmth
envelop his pole millimeter by millimeter. "Oh, man..." he moaned as the
entire length of his cock slipped through my mouth and down my throat. I
could tell that he'd probably never thought he'd ever be deep-throated in
his lifetime.

When I had his dick completely in my mouth, with my nose nestling in his
bush of pubic hair, I held it there, looking up at Billy, who was looking
back at me with dazed but deeply appreciative eyes.

After a few seconds, I pulled his cock out of my mouth and sat back. "Enjoy
that?" I asked.

"Fuck, yeah," he replied. "Where'd you learn that?"

"Long story," I answered, preferring not to go into the epic tale of my
relationship with Mitch. I was more eager to taste Billy's cum.

So I just attacked his glistening dick with my mouth again, this time
sucking hungrily as Billy writhed against the wall, standing there in his
shirt and tie like a Young Republican, only with his pants down around his
ankles.

He started thrusting his hips, plunging his cock all the way down my
throat, fucking my mouth like a wild stallion. Actually, to anyone else who
might be watching, he probably looked more like an overweight stockbroker
performing some whacked-out alcohol-fueled dance.

As it turns out, someone WAS watching. With Billy's cock pumping my mouth
like a piston, I happened to look over and see the squat, muscular form of
Hound, our fraternity president, standing in the doorway, observing me
giving one of the frat's newest initiates a blow-job. Hound was a wrestler
whose body was basically a mass of tight muscles, so I wasn't sure whether
the bulge in his pants was really an erection, but for some reason, he
didn't seem to want to leave. He just stood there, staring at us.

Billy never even noticed Hound's presence, not even when his chest and
belly began to heave under his sweat-soaked dress shirt. He started huffing
as he fucked my mouth more vigorously, getting ready to unleash his sperm
down my throat. I could taste the precum almost pouring onto my tongue from
the end of his cock.

And then I tasted his cum as Billy reached his climax, grunting violently
as he filled my mouth with his spurting semen. "Yeah, uh," he groaned as
each convulsion of his orgasm swept through him, pumping a shot of cum into
me with each spasm.

I swallowed every last drop of his cum, making sure that his cock was clean
and shiny by the time I pulled it out of my mouth and let him settle back
against the wall. I looked over at the doorway and saw that Hound was
gone. I wondered if he'd gone back to his room to jerk off.

I stood up and gave Billy a quick kiss, letting him briefly taste his own
cum on my lips. He then slumped to the floor, and for a moment I thought he
was passing out again. However, he had something else in mind.

Billy unzipped my pants, reaching in and pulling out my large cock, already
hard and sticky with precum. He wrapped his fingers around the shaft and
started pumping on it, the squishing sounds filling the air.

I moaned loudly as I stood there in the game room, this young, drunk,
redneck bear jerking me off. It'd been a while since anyone had given me a
hand-job, and I'd almost forgotten how good it could feel. Billy kept his
eyes locked on my cock, seemingly fascinated by the size of it.

I could feel my legs going weak as I neared my orgasm. "Oh my god, Billy,
I'm gonna cum," I gasped as I went over the edge.

Billy didn't even blink as I spurted my hot cum from my pulsing dick,
splattering his goatee and his tie with sticky, white juice. He just kept
pumping on the shaft with his hand, watching as glob after glob of sperm
spewed from my dick, making a mess of his hand and his clothes.

When my climax had ended, and I was still dripping cum from my cock, Billy
finally looked up at my exhausted face. "Thanks," I moaned softly to him.

He nodded and stood up, pulling up his pants, which did nothing to hide the
fact the his shirt and tie were completely soiled by sweat and cum. Not to
mention his face, which was literally dripping with my spunk.

"Can I sleep with you tonight, Big Daddy?" he asked, his eyes half-closed
already.

And that's how Billy Grissom ended up asleep in my arms in my bed that
night. Maybe some day I'll tell you what happened the next morning,
although I'm sure you can guess.


- fratbear
fratbear@excite.com
http://www.geocities.com/fratcub/