A gay sex stories: Alpha Bear on Campus Ch. 11 This won’t be a continuous narrative as with previous chapters in this series, but rather a collection of short blowjob stories to give you a taste of the nature of President May and John’s relationship. Also, I had a bunch of fantasies with this story and didn’t want to have to string it into a timeline of events. These are one-off stories that could happen at any moment in their relationship and are probably repeat occurrences! As always, love hearing feedback in the comments!
President May loved his blowjobs. He needed them every day, sometimes multiple times a day. Although, he liked to spin the narrative and pretend like I was the one that was in most need of his dick in my mouth. “I need to make sure my boy is well fed!” He would always say. If I am being honest, this wasn’t inaccurate. I was a big fan of daddy dick and especially had developed quite the appetite for his presidential sausage.
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Part 1 – President May’s Office
It was another busy morning on campus. President May was rushing between meetings, taking phone calls and lending his ear to his needy staff. On mornings like this, I was summoned to assist the President, abandoning his normal duties on Dean Parsons staff. I loved these mornings as it meant he got to spend more time with the man he adored. It was rare that a second passed where I wasn’t admiring the alpha bull. His protruding bulge also did not escape my gaze, and I licked my lips imagining being fed a second breakfast by the big Daddy bear.
“John, I need a refill of coffee.”
My eyes raised upwards after being awakened from his trance. President May smiled at having caught me checking him out. He motioned to the empty cup on his desk while keeping the desk phone close to his ear. I retrieved the cup and made my way out of the office but not before receiving a swift spank on the rear from the President.
This was one of many errands I was sent on. Whether it was coffee, copies, or delivering messages, President May kept me busy. The big man jumped back and forth between different issues handling each one of them with expert grace. In a weird way, seeing the man in this element made him incredibly sexy. I salivated over this powerful man, studying intently how his business suit hugged his thick thighs and round ass.
When I returned from my latest errand I found President May sitting in his leather chair hunched over the desk with the phone receiver pressed to his ear. His head rested in hand, seeming to massage a gross headache. I decided to jump into action. I closed the door and quietly walked behind the President’s desk. I stood behind the President. He either didn’t know I was there or was too busy to acknowledge my presence. I placed my hands on his shoulders and began to gently massage them. The President continued to argue with the man on the other end of the call. I wondered if the massage was wanted but surmised I would have been told to stop if it wasn’t. I kneaded harder and deeper and soon felt the muscles begin to loosen up. When he began to sway with the motion of my movements, I knew I was doing an excellent job. After a couple minutes of this continued action, the President reached forward and placed the phone back on the receiver. He switched to speaker mode and put himself on mute. The voice on the other end continued to drone on.
“It’s been one of those mornings, boy. Everyone needs Daddy to clean up their mess.” He turned his head toward me and rolled his eyes in frustration.
“I wish I could be of more help, Sir.” I snaked my fingers inside the top button of his shirt collar and gently rubbed his bare skin.
“You’re doing wonderful my boy. Daddy is very pleased with your service.” I let my hand travel down to the President’s belly. It was firm at first touch but forgiving once you pressed into it. I knew this well from many long nights resting my head against it.
The voice from the speaker had stopped. The person on the other end awaited an answer to an unheard question. President May picked up the phone once again.
“Sorry Jay, I got distracted.” The President winked at me. “My assistant came in and had a quick question. Can you repeat that?” As the other man repeated the question, President May covered the phone with his free hand and mouthed, “go lock the door.” I scurried to the door and turned the knob, tested the handle to ensure it was locked, and then hurried back to the President. He was now leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide. My eyes instantly focused on his suited bulge. President May smiled mischievously at me.
“Listen Jay, if we are going to move forward on this…” he continued to speak but as he did, he began to suggestively rub himself while maintaining eye contact with me. I stood there, mouth watering, wishing he could have worked from home today, so I could provide him more pleasure. But as if hearing my thoughts, President May summoned me into action right then and there. He nodded to the spot on the floor between his legs. I looked at him confused.
‘Here? In the office? On a phone call? Surely, not.’ I thought.
But again, he nodded to the floor between his legs. He followed up with a seductive smile. I hesitantly stepped to him and dropped to my knees using his thighs to assist me in a soft landing. His legs widened further to accommodate me. He continued to talk on the phone.
I sat, waiting, just looking at him. His eyebrows raised to the top of his forehead. It was a look that said ‘what are you waiting for?’
‘Alright, here it goes,’ I thought. And I moved my hands to his belt buckle and quietly undid the clasp. Then, I pulled at the zipper. Once down, President May lifted his hips to allow me to slide his pants down. His thick cock was beginning to rise skyward shielded only by his navy blue boxer briefs. Still nervous, I waited.
Getting a little impatient for the taboo office fun to begin, President May grabbed the top of my head and pulled me down into his crotch. He guided me in and out of each crevice and as soon as his manly musk filled my nostrils I was sold. My mouth gripped the head of his cock through his underwear, and I made every effort to let my hot breath seep through it. I looked up and found that all familiar daddy smile. His cock continued to rise, and my mouth had to open wider to accommodate his thickening girth.
I felt a sharp yet playful tap to my forehead.
“Stop beating around the bush, Jay. Get on with it. I don’t have all day.”
I looked up. President May’s devilish smile told me that his words were meant for me as much as they were for the person on the other end of the phone. I returned a smirk and carefully pulled the waistband of my Daddy’s underwear down and tucked it underneath his hefty balls. His big beautiful mushroom extended toward me, waiting for my love and attention. I gave it a little kiss and proceeded to perform an act I had been trained to do with great skill. However, this time there was the curveball of the person on the other end of the phone. I had to be cleaner in my technique, not wanting to make too much noise so as to be overheard. Nor did I want to dribble any saliva on the big man on campus’ suit pants.
President May continued to talk on the phone while I sucked his dick. He was direct at times, demanding clarity and understanding. Occasionally, I could hear a “yes Sir” from the other end. Often this was met with a thrust of his hips and my throat did its best to accommodate the invasion quietly. I was amazed that he could keep a normal tone of voice considering the circumstances. I knew I was providing satisfactory service as he was running his fingers through my hair, a sign that meant he was enjoying the proceedings and that I should continue in that manner.
I, too, was greatly enjoying myself as the image of the moment was lost on me. Here, was the president of a great university, sitting in a magnificently adorned private office, solving all of the world’s problems with grace and ease, and doing so simultaneously while having his cock sucked by his dutiful assistant. This was a man of power, a man of authority, a man to respect and obey.
Then, there were two sharp taps to my forehead. I looked up while still bobbing up and down on his cock. President May pressed the receiver against his chest to muffle any possible sound.
“My balls,” he mouthed. I slipped down and began to tongue at his heavy sack. We kept eye contact through this process. President May’s eyes gleamed down at me, unable to hide his delight, soaking up every bit of my submission.
“Who’s your Daddy?” he’d mouth down to me. I’d respond with a long lick that started at the underside of one testicle and stopped at the tip of his cock. I was pulled back down on his cock. President May controlled my rhythm by grabbing my hair. When I had mastered it, he let go.
“You’re doing very good work, Jay. Keep it up.”
I glanced up and caught his sly wink. I understood and doubled by efforts taking more of his shaft into my throat. Soon, the President was leaking heavily and his hips contributed to the action. His eyes were now closed and his face held a grimace of joy. He no longer spoke through the phone either, only listened. I knew my favorite meal was coming soon.
Then, a gentle hand laid on the top of my head and held me in place. Stream after stream came flooding into my mouth. I caught every bit of it. I did not spill a drop. It was a skill I had mastered a long time ago, but I made sure to focus attentively to this task to avoid any mess that might land on the President’s pants. I swallowed and began cleaning the remnants of the king’s cream off his softening cock.
I looked up and awaited my next instruction. President May was now having to play his part in the conversation, but I could tell he was trying to wrap things up. He motioned to his exposed crotch. I understood. We were done here. I tucked his family jewels and king cock back into his boxer briefs. I buttoned his fly and refastened his belt before finally pulling up his zipper. I gave his bulge one last reverent kiss and then stood up. President May grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto his lap. I leaned against his round belly and waited patiently. He kept a hand on the side of my ass and playfully spanked it while he finished up his phone call.
“Alright Jay, let me know what they say. I’ve got another meeting to get to. Good bye.” He hung up the phone. He let out an exhausted sigh. I rubbed his stomach with one hand and massaged his shoulder with the other.
“Are you okay Sir?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m fine. Just going to be a long day.” He turned and grabbed me by the chin. “You certainly helped relieve some stress though!” He leaned in and gave me a peck on the lips. This turned into a short makeout session.
“We need to get you some gum, son. Your breath smells like cock.”
“Daddy’s cock to be exact!” I joked back.
“Yes boy, that’s right.” He said through a laugh. He patted my butt twice. “C’mon now, you’ve been such a big help this morning, Daddy is going to take you to lunch.” He lifted me off his lap and stood up. I helped him put on his suit jack and he led us toward the door. He reached to unlock the door but before he could open it I bent behind him and kissed his ass, a sign of deference and submission both of us greatly enjoyed and that was employed periodically to restate both our standings in the relationship.
“Good boy.” Said the President and we carried on with our day.
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Part Two – Watching a Movie
It was a quiet Friday night. President May and I had spent it at home with no real plans. We enjoyed takeout for dinner. While I was throwing away the trash and wiping down the kitchen, President May enjoyed a glass of wine on the couch scrolling through a list of titles trying to find a movie for us to watch the rest of the evening. Once finished in the kitchen I grabbed my own glass of wine and joined him on the couch. I nestled into him, hip to hip and leaned against his larger frame.
“Did you find anything yet?”
“I’m between the new ‘Knives Out’ movie or starting the ‘Creed’ series.”
“I’ve seen the ‘Knives Out’ movie. My vote would be for ‘Creed.'” I said this knowing my vote didn’t matter, not statistically anyway. Ties were always broken by the head of the household and that certainly wasn’t me! But my input was always taken into consideration which I appreciated. Tonight, though, would turn out to be a different story.
“I was leaning toward ‘Knives Out.’ Would you mind watching it again?”
“Yes Sir, that’s fine.” I said in a soft voice unsuccessfully masking my disappointment.
He rubbed my head. “It’s okay boy, you’re not going to be watching much of the movie anyway.”
I knew what that meant. It meant I was going to be fed a little dessert with my wine. I looked at the floor and shuffled my feet. President May laughed at my reaction.
“I hear no objections, so let’s do that. Here,” he said, handing me his empty wine glass, “Refill Daddy’s wine, and I will start the movie.”
I stood up and made my way back to the kitchen. As I moved past he swatted my ass.
“And when you get back boy I want your clothes off, everything but your underwear.” This was a common uniform I adorned inside the safety of the President’s home. Once in the kitchen I refilled his wine glass. I let my shorts fall to the floor and kicked them to the side. My shirt followed and landed in the same random spot. I knew I would get in trouble for leaving them on the floor and probably receive a spanking. I hoped so anyway!
I was now only wearing tight navy briefs. When I moved in, President May had emptied out my underwear drawer and filled it exclusively with briefs. They had a wide range of colors but all seemed to be about one size smaller than needed. He liked tight underwear. I quickly grew accustomed to this and actually preferred their tightness. Each step reminded me I was Daddy’s boy.
I set both glasses down on the side table. Then, I bent down and placed my hands on the President’s thighs and started to get down on my knees. However, when I leaned forward I received a light smack on the head.
“Down boy!” He laughed. “Not yet, I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”
He pulled me up next to him and handed me my wine glass. I rested against him and he started the movie. I’m not big on watching movies twice, but if it meant I got to use a Daddy belly as a pillow then it didn’t matter what we were watching. It could be some old black and white movie for all I cared. I’d still be in heaven. Plus, not being allowed to wear clothes meant it was a little chilly for me. I used my Daddy’s body for warmth. He, in turn, hugged me close to his side and alternated rubbing my arms, side, and legs which were also a big help.
My favorite parts of the movie were when President May would laugh and his belly would jostle up and down. I liked the feel of that. I glanced down and spied the President’s generous bulge. I started to become hornier by the minute but President May was a patient man. I entertained myself by massaging his balls and stroking his dick. I had hoped to generate some signs of excitement but to no avail. He sat there in silence drinking his wine, ignoring my best efforts to stimulate him. I suspected President May liked knowing what I wanted and denying it for the time being. He liked to tease my cravings. Finally, about 40-50 minutes in, President May leaned over and kissed the top of my head. He rustled my hair.
“Alight boy, on your knees.”
I slid down to the floor eagerly. He spread his legs to accommodate me. I wasted no time removing his pants. As always I kept his underwear on first and ran my nose through every square inch of its surface. I adorned his thighs and pouch with butterfly kisses. When he was ready, he tapped me twice on my head. The taps meant it was time to begin but we had developed a system. Two taps meant to lick his balls. One tap meant to suck his cock.
I slid his underwear off, kissed his mushroom head, and started lapping at his balls. There were times when President May required a quick blowjob (a “To-Go” blowjob I called it) and I would start straight away with his cock and do my best to get him to orgasm quickly. But there were also times where he wasn’t in a hurry and wanted me to go slow. These could be marathon sessions and lasted however long he wanted, sometimes over an hour. I spent a lot more time bathing his balls for these blowjobs. Such was the case tonight.
His balls hung low, and I did my best to get underneath them but sometimes I would be licking the seat of the couch. I tried to snake my tongue in between the seat and testicle but couldn’t get very far. President May helped me out by slouching down in his seat to where his ass hung slightly over the edge. I attended to the unreached part of his balls first and then let my tongue go wild. I licked and kissed my way back to the President’s taint, and then kept going towards his ass. I used my tongue like a credit card sort of as a way of asking if he wanted me to go further. But his legs didn’t open wide enough, and so I took that as my answer. I returned back to his balls and did so for another minute until I felt a singular tap on my head. Now the real show was to begin!
I dove onto his cock and the immediate satisfied grunt from President May made me smile so wide I had to be careful not to let my teeth scrape my Daddy. I regained my composure and found a steady rhythm. I alternated bobbing patterns for about ten minutes until I was interrupted by President May. He tapped the side of my head with his empty wine glass and held it next to my ear. Its ringing filled my head. He did this two more times amusing himself before he sent me to go get him another glass of wine.
I moved gingerly at first as I shook out the stiffness in my knees. I felt the cold breeze again against my naked skin. My already tight briefs felt even tighter as they stretched to contain my own erection. When I returned President May pulled me onto his lap. His hands explored my body. He ran his palms across my flat torso, my toned chest, and eventually down to my thighs. He saw the tent in my underwear and tapped at the head of my dick with his forefinger. He grabbed my bulge with his hand and then used his other to guide my hand down to his own. We each held each other’s erected dicks, his dick clearly bigger in both width and length.
“Whose got the Daddy cock, boy?”
“You do, Sir.”
“‘And what is this?” He said, shaking my groin.
“A boy’s cock.”
“That’s right. And that’s why I put you in a boy’s underwear – to remind you you’re just a boy. Daddy’s boy!”
I said nothing. Only nodded. He kissed me on the cheek. “But you’re a cute boy. A hot boy. I am very proud of you.”
“Thank you Daddy.”
“Alright son, get back down on Daddy’s cock. You’re going to get quite the mouthful tonight.”
He guided me to lay face down on the couch so that my head was in his lap and the rest of my body stretched towards the other end of the sofa. He rubbed my head with one hand and dictated the blowjob’s pace. His other hand stroked my back. He’d also reach out and grab my tight ass. He kneaded it forcefully and began to give it a few spanks. He let his fingers travel inside my waistband and claw at my bare flesh. I felt cool air on my backside as he grabbed the tag of my briefs and pulled them down exposing my bare ass. The spanks that followed stung a little more, and I found myself humping the couch.
He entertained himself like this for the next five minutes. Spanking me while I sucked on his daddy cock. At one point his middle finger snuck inside my crack and rubbed at my hole, threatening to penetrate me. The President was getting revved up. I wondered if he was even paying attention to the movie anymore. I wondered if I was getting fucked tonight. This kind of play often led to me being taken by the President.
But that would prove not to be the case as I started to taste a salty flavor and heard President May’s breathing grow audible and heavy. He put both hands on my head and established the desired pace. Once it was attained his hand went back to spanking me. These slaps were harder, and I could tell they were having a reddening effect as my butt glowed hot. The light hand on the top of my head told me it was time to eat. And Daddy was right. It was quite the mouthful! I swallowed every bit of my scrumptious dessert.
I finished my duties by cleaning his dick and buttoning up President May’s pants. He pulled my underwear back up and gave me a “good boy” pat, and then I scooched back into his side.
“What do you say, son?”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“You’re welcome, boy.” He squeezed me tighter into his side and rubbed my head. President May always liked it when I thanked him for letting me suck his dick.
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Part Three – At the Golf Course
It was an afternoon of golf with our usual foursome that consisted of myself, the President, Dean Parsons, and Dr. Patterson. President May and I shared a golf cart while the other two men drove their own. President May wore an emerald green golf polo tucked into a pair of white khaki golf shorts that hugged him tightly in all the right places. I had a teal polo on and a pair briefs of a matching color (a detail known only to President May and a match that was made at his request).
The first nine holes were finishing up like normal. Dr. Patterson and Dean Parsons scratched their competitive itches betting on every hole. Dr. Patterson had a two hole lead and made sure to needle Dean Parsons constantly about it. President May and I sat back and enjoyed the banter and chimed in only to further stir the pot. We both lacked the skill of these two men but could hold our own against them if fortune blew our way.
I had hoped this last hole before the turn would finish up quickly. I was famished and needed lunch. But President May’s tee shot sliced wide right into a thicket of trees meaning it would take extra time to find his ball.
“Well, that one got away from me.” Exclaimed the President. He shot me a wink.
Dean Parsons and Dr. Patterson didn’t miss their chance to rib the President, but he smiled through it all offering no retort. It was funny. It appeared the President was happy about the poor shot.
As we drove to our next shots, I remarked that I wasn’t sure we were going to be able to find his ball and that he should probably drop right next to mine which wasn’t too far off. I wanted to get to lunch as soon as possible. President May, however, was confident that we would be able to find his ball. In fact, he said, I might be able to find two balls in the woods if I looked hard enough. His sly smile told me he had something mischievous planned. I eyed his personal set of golf balls which were displayed nicely as his golf shorts rode up his thigh every time he sat down in the cart.
We drove as far as we could into the trees until we had to get out to navigate deeper into the trees. I followed behind the President knowing we weren’t looking for his golf ball as there was no way we could find it in this brush. But the President knew where he was going apparently. We arrived at a thick oak tree that was clear of any brush or twigs at the base of the trunk. President May stopped and turned toward me and began to undo his belt.
“Alright boy, we have to be quick. On your knees. Daddy needs a quickie.”
I smiled and dropped down rather roughly. At the start of our relationship I probably would have objected, but I had learned to trust the President. By the time I was ready the President had already pulled his boxer briefs down to his mid-thigh. No foreplay was needed as his big tree was already full grown.
The President’s dick had become like a musical instrument to me, one in which I had spent hours mastering. Knowing time was the name of the game in this situation, I played the President’s favorite songs straight away. Wet popping sounds could be heard as I worked at a rapid pace. President May thrusted his hips into me. We worked in sync with each other, and I reached around and pawed at his round ass. I don’t know what our exact time was but I’d put the number somewhere around two minutes give or take a few seconds. I swallowed the President’s hole in one and wiped the leftover jizz from the corners of my mouth.
“Told you we’d find it!” The President joked as he pulled his pants back up and made himself presentable once again. I kissed his bulge before getting up, and we returned to the cart and to the field of play.
I was nervous as we approached the green wondering if the Dean or the Doctor would wonder where we had been. Sure enough, the inevitable question was shot at the two of us.
“Oh you know, we were looking for my tee shot. We had trouble finding it.” President May made a poor attempt to lie.
“Is that why John has dirt on his knees all of a sudden?” Dr. Patterson asked.
I looked down and saw my knees were still caked in dirt and had the imprints of blades of grass. I hurriedly brushed them clean. My face flushed red with embarrassment. President May walked behind Dr. Patterson and whispered something in his ear. I don’t know what he said but whatever it was it made both of them laugh heartily. Dr. Patterson swatted President May’s ass with the end of his putter and went back to lining up his putt. No mention of the mysterious woods fiasco was mentioned for the remainder of the hole.
At lunch I sat knee to knee with President May and across from the other two men at a rectangular four person table. President May ordered for both of us, a practice I had grown accustomed to and so had the Dean and the Doctor. Neither made mention of it. They knew the full nature of our relationship. I was even comfortable calling President May “Daddy” in front of these two men or kissing his ass. The latter was probably President May’s favorite way to humble me in front of his trusted friends. Oh wait, I forgot spanking! That was definitely his favorite!
During our meal Dr. Patterson joked that he was surprised I was still hungry given the big appetizer I gulped down on the front nine. There was no doubt that everyone was aware of our naughty activities. I learned not to worry about it when I saw a proud smile form on the President’s face, who greatly appreciated the joke. The three of them went back and forth razzing me about my cock sucking escapades. Oddly enough, I was starting to like being the butt of their jokes. It made me feel small and somehow that allowed me to further hide in President May’s shadow and seek his protection. He pulled me in for a friendly headlock and russelled my head affectionately once the chiding stopped.
The Dean and Doctor returned their attention to their close match currently playing out. They normally wagered $50 bucks a hole, but Dr. Patterson wanted to change the bet and make things more interesting. He stared at me with a look that gave me flashbacks to a fun afternoon with him earlier in the year.
“How about we play for the boy instead? Tom, would you mind?” Dr. Patterson asked.
“What did you have in mind?” The President asked.
“Winner gets to take Johnny to the old maintenance shed behind the 17th green.”
“As long as John is fine with it.” President May glanced over at me seeking my approval. I nodded my head. He laughed. “Just make sure to brush your knees off this time.” The three of them laughed. I joined them this time.
The wager was set. We finished our lunch and returned to the course. I played terribly. The extra attention on me really affected my game. The real golf was played by the two participants who traded shots back and forth. In the end, it was Dr. Patterson who came out on top, sealing the match with a tap-in par putt on #18.
I put my putter away and started to jump back into President May’s cart, but Dr. Patterson hooked me with his club and pulled me in. He held me close to his side and walked me toward his cart.
“No, no, boy. You’re coming with me.”
“We’ll see you two back at the clubhouse.” President May called out. “Be gentle with him Doug!”
Dr. Patterson drove us around a few bends and then onto a dirt road that looked like it used to be a cart path. After another turn we crossed over a set of railroad tracks and I saw an old white shed covered in dirt in the distance.
“This shed isn’t used anymore. No one ever comes back here. It’s safe.” The Doctor reassured me. He stopped the cart, and I followed him behind the shed.
Once out of sight the Doctor began to take charge. He felt up my chest and abs, untucking my shirt in the process. Then he felt the front of my pants which were beginning to tent. He spun me around and had me lean with my hands on the shed sticking my ass out as he felt it. He reached around me and began to undo my belt. I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I was confident Dr. Patterson would not cross any lines. And I was prepared to run away if I had to. He yanked my shorts down to my ankles revealing the teal briefs that had once been a secret between me and the real man in charge.
“Damn son, I like the look of these.” He pawed at the tight cloth that barely covered my ass. “This has Tom written all over it. Did he put you in these?”
“Yes Sir, he did.”
“Tom knows what he likes, that’s for sure.” Dr. Patterson pulled the back of my waistband back to get a private view of my naked buttocks. The Doctor began to chuckle. “They literally have his name written on them.”
He had discovered the initials ‘TM’ (Thomas May) stitched into the tag – another secret I forgot to mention. Each pair of briefs had this marking. I loved this little detail included in my wardrobe.
Dr. Patterson stepped to my side and reached around my waist, behind me, holding me by the far hip and pinning me to his side. This made me bend over even more. He began to spank me. They were playful and delivered only a hint of pain.
“Alright boy, enough playing around. On your knees.”
I spun towards him and quickly obeyed. He stepped forward and began to grab at his belt, but I stopped him.
“Allow me, Sir.” I reached and began to undo his pants myself like I had been taught. A boy should do all the work. The Doctor seemed impressed.
“Such a good boy.” He said, stroking my cheek.
Dr. Patterson wore tight fitting boxer briefs. Once again, they were gray in color (as they had been the first time I sucked him). I carefully pulled them down to his ankles to reveal his hanging member. It was an impressive dick, a daddy’s dick. No doubt it could provide a good tonsil check to a patient or two, I thought. I tested this theory by taking the doctor dick deep into my throat. Immediately, I heard a soft sigh from above me. I wished I could take my time with this handsome doctor, but we both understood that we should make quick work of things. After a couple minutes of sliding my lips back and forth along the Doc’s tonsil checker, the Doctor grabbed my head with both his hands and began to face fuck me. I steadied my head and opened my throat. A few moments later Dr. Patterson was grunting like a caveman, and I swallowed three big helpings of special medicine. We took a few moments to catch our breath and make ourselves decent once again.
“Damn, son. You’re quite the talent.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“Tom is one lucky bastard.”
“Yes he is.” I thought. But all I replied with was a proud smile.
I stood up, brushed my knees, and we returned to the cart and made our way back to the clubhouse.
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Part Four – By the Fire Pit
It was a beautiful fall night. President May had invited Dr. Patterson and Dean Parsons over for steaks. Naturally, I served as waiter to the three men, serving the food, fetching refills for drinks, and whatever else President May might desire. Of course, I was able to join them at the table once my duties were finished. Dinner was delicious. President May was an expert on the grill.
After dinner, President May suggested we take our party outside and lounge on the back patio. I was sent to gather some logs for the fire pit while President May linked his phone to the outdoor speakers with one of his favorite playlists. Once the fire was lit, President May started handing out a few cigars to the men. However, he only had three. I was a bit disappointed.
“Where’s my cigar?” I asked.
“Daddy got you a special cigar, boy. A big fat one.” He said with his cigar in his mouth as he focused on lighting it.
“I see only three cigars.”
He widened his legs. His substantial bulge came into view. “I got yours right here. Get on your knees and fish it out.”
I rolled my eyes at my handsome Daddy. He held a stoic look and took a puff of his cigar blowing the smoke in my direction. A cocky, yet comforting wink soon followed. I shuffled over to the President to the soundtrack of laughter from the Doc and Dean Parsons. I pretended to be embarrassed. I dropped to my knees in between President May’s legs. He bit down on his cigar and held it in his mouth, stroking my hair as I unbuttoned his pants.
“Get the boy a cushion at least, Tom.” Said Dr. Patterson. “Don’t make him kneel on the hard concrete, you mean bastard.”
“Rick, toss me that pillow next to you.”
Dean Parsons threw a small rectangular pillow to President May who placed it on the ground and allowed me to step onto it. That was much better! I’m glad Dr. Patterson said something. I made a mental note to thank him later.
I dove in and out of President May’s crotch, and the three men chatted like I wasn’t there. They treated what was taking place as if it was an ordinary fall evening. This made me grow hard.
I was a little liquored up from dinner and my senses also became drunk with lust. I let my hands travel up and down my Daddy’s thighs and reach up to cup at his big belly. I kept my eyes mostly skyward looking up at the President. He’d hold my head with his smoky hand and look down at me with a slight satisfied smile and a seductive power in his eyes. This was another sign of submission he had taught me. Looking another man in the eyes while you suck his dick causes you to abandon all sense of esteem. And vice versa, he drinks in your submission and becomes one with ultimate power. He brought the cigar to his lips, took in a great big puff, and blew the smoke down at me. Then, he turned his head away and resumed chatting with his two friends.
It took me 15 minutes to care for the President. And when it was time, he was not shy letting everyone know he was cumming. His heavy low grunts made it unmistakable that he was emptying his balls into my wanting mouth. Once I had cleaned the man, I pulled off his cock.
“What do you say, boy?”
“Thank you Daddy.” The other two men found this amusing.
“Sounds like the boy hit a home run.” Remarked Dean Parsons.
“Knocked it right out of the park.” Bragged President May.
“He’s been batting 1,000 lately.” Dr. Patterson chimed in referencing our fun at the golf course the week before.
“It’s probably all that batting practice his Daddy gives him.” President May quipped. The men laughed. “John’s the best of boys. You won’t find better service anywhere.” He leaned down and embraced me in a long kiss. He tasted like smoke.
“Well, I’m not fooled.” Said Dean Parsons. “I know John doesn’t see sucking cock as service. A husky bear’s crotch is Disneyland to him. How about you let him go on another ride?”
President May broke our kiss and held me by the chin. “Son, I think the Dean wants his cock sucked. How ’bout it?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Good boy! But first, go and refill Daddy’s drink. Add some more ice too.”
After refilling President May’s drink, I walked over to a waiting Dean Parsons. It had been awhile since I had last sucked his dick, and I planned to cherish the opportunity. I ran my hands along his bulky thighs and large torso. He had the biggest frame of the three men. I slowly made my way towards his protruding crotch. With swift hands I had started on my second helping of daddy dick.
Dean Parsons remained quiet during his blowjob. He kept his eyes closed only opening them to take the occasional drag off his cigar. President May and Dr. Patterson teased the Dean, telling him that he wouldn’t be able to last long.
“My boy has the magic touch. Fifty bucks says you can’t last five minutes.”
“Put the money on the table, old man.” Said the Dean. I heard a dramatic slap on the table behind me. I assumed the bet had been called.
“Start the timer, Doug. C’mon son,” President May encouraged me. “Kick it into overdrive!” I suppressed a smile and increased my work rate. One minute later I heard suppressed sighs from above me.
“Fuck, Rick. You’re screwed.” Said Dr. Patterson. “I don’t think you’re any match for little Johnny.” Dean Parsons tried to respond but his words were inaudible.
“That’a boy! Keep it up!” President May cheered.
“Don’t wear yourself out too much though.” Said Dr. Patterson. “You’ve got one more dick to suck tonight. That is if it’s okay with you, big man.”
“Absolutely. Besides, I don’t think I could keep him off another dick even if I had wanted to. Look at my boy go.” President May was right. I had pressed the pedal to the medal and was moving at warp speed.
“Slow down, John. Save some for me.” Called the Doctor.
“Don’t listen to him, son. Win Daddy some money. He’ll buy you something nice with it.”
The choice was easy for which man to listen to. I kept up my pace and only slowed once I felt the first thick stream coat the back of my throat.
“Time? What’s the time, Doug?” Asked an eager President May.
“Four minutes, six seconds.”
“Ha! He had almost a full minute left!”
I sat back on my heels and wiped my mouth. I relished in the President’s excitement. Dean Parsons reached for his wallet and fumbled out the needed bills to pay for his loss. He didn’t look like a man who had lost though. He still wore the signs of ecstasy on his face, another badge of honor for me.
I took a much needed ten minute rest before completing my duties with Dr. Patterson. No bets were attached to this one. The night had relaxed a bit, and I decided to take my time with the Doctor since I had been rushed last time I was with him. I spent considerable time licking at his balls and making sure he got the full treatment. Twenty minutes later, I had my third sweet salty candy of the night, a full stomach for sure!
Exhausted, I sauntered over to President May. I collapsed into his arms. He held me on his lap wrapping me in a tight bear hug. I closed my eyes and smelt the delicious smoke still emitting from his cigar.
“How’s my good boy?”
“Tired, Daddy.”
“I bet. You had quite the night tonight! Did you have fun?”
“Yes Sir.”
“Good. Daddy’s very proud of you.”
“Proud enough to let me have a real cigar?”
He chuckled. “Here, boy.” He stuck his dwindling cigar in my mouth. It was wet with his saliva, but I was used to sucking on wet Daddy cigars. I stayed seated on Daddy’s lap and smoked the rest of his cigar.
The night would eventually come to an end. The gentleman thanked the President and me for a special evening and went on their merry way leaving the two of us still at the fire pit. We sat and enjoyed the dying embers sitting in silence. When we heard the back gate shut,
President May began taking off my pants and briefs and started jerking me off. I moaned and gasped at his sensitive touch. He kept me seated on his lap and played with my ass with his other hand. His hand was thick and warm. I felt small wrapped inside it and in a time that would probably beat Dean Parson’s I exploded my load in a rope that landed all over my torso. President May used my discarded briefs to clean me off.
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