Alpha Bear on Campus Ch. 04

"Take your shoes off." I did. "Socks too." I pulled them off as well. I stood back up and stood at attention. He laughed at my attempt in formality.

"Oh yes, you are going to be a fun one to train. An eager one - an obedient one - that you are. Now boy, lose the shorts. Be quick about it. But keep your underwear on - for now."

"Yes Sir." I took down my shorts. I kicked them to the side and stood in front of the university president in just my orange boxer briefs.

"Those are cute. That's a good color on you too." He admired my form for another few seconds. "Spin around. Let me see the whole 360." I turned, trying not to spin too fast.

"Alright boy, your turn." He beckoned me towards him with his finger.

I took a little bit of time to get acquainted with his body. I first felt his bear belly, then his big chest, strong arms and muscular back. He stood there letting me have my fun. I couldn't help but let my hands travel down to his ass. I'd wanted to touch his ass for so long, and now I finally had a large handful of it - two large handfuls. It was heavy and firm. I lifted one cheek to feel its full weight and density; I let it go and felt it bounce and jiggle.

I took another trip around his big sexy body. He was patient with me. He let me take my time. The only thing I had left to fondle was his cock. I looked down at the tent that was progressively forming inside his shorts. I moved to brush the back of my hands down the length of his cock, but I was denied. He captured my wrists in his large hands. I looked up in confusion wondering if I had made a mistake. But then, with the look of the alpha in his eyes, he uttered a phrase I had heard him say a million times in my fantasies.

"Get on your knees, boy!"

Quite giddily, I dropped to my knees. He then had me take off his shoes and socks. As I slipped off each shoe he bent over gave me a few smacks on my ass. They stung a little more now that I was only in my underwear.

"Now boy, take off my belt." My hands moved to make quick work of his belt buckle. He took his polo off as I did this. I gazed up. His belly and chest were full of hair. He was all man! I couldn't help but run my fingers through it.

"Don't get distracted, boy. Do what you're told." I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes awaiting his next command.

"Now Johnny, take off my pants."

My hands shook with nervous excitement. It felt like I was unwrapping a present on Christmas morning. I fumbled with the button. But soon, I was able to unfasten it and pull down his zipper. The backs of my fingers grazed against his hardening cock as I did so. I grabbed his pockets and pulled his pants down to the floor.

There! Right in my face was the glorious pouch I had salvated over for so long. His bulge was covered by a tight fitting pair of white boxer briefs. His balls were heavy, much larger than my own. His cock extended toward my face. I could make out its impressive girth. Instinctively, I went to touch it.

"Down boy! Patience." I looked up expecting direction. "I need to teach you how to properly worship a man's cock."

I nodded. I needed to do a better job listening. Just follow his instructions!

"First, give it a kiss." I did. I planted a kiss right on his cock head.

"Good boy. That's how you pay proper respects before satisfying your hunger. Now, do the same for my balls. Rub your face in them - all around - in every crevice. Get a good whiff! Find out what a man smells like!"

I loved this part. I explored every square inch of his daddy pouch. His scent was intoxicating. It made me salivate more. He spoke to me as my face was buried in his bulge.

"That's your place, boy! That's where you belong - on your knees buried between my legs." He continued to run my face through his crotch.

"Alright boy, it's time. Take off my underwear. Do so slowly. Handle with care."

I made sure not to disturb anything as I pulled his underwear down and over his protruding cock. I pulled his underwear down to his ankles and then stared straight ahead. Finally, there it was in all its naked glory - his big daddy dick. Man was it thick! It had good length too. It was not as long as the dean's (not many were), however, it was certainly thicker. It was what I call "daddy thick"!

I was more than ready for my first taste at this point, but I knew I had to wait and listen for further instruction. I waited and waited but received no such thing. I looked up to see if I should ask for permission, but I found President May smiling down at me - his hands resting powerfully on his hips. Finally, he gave me a nod.

I opened wide, leaned forward, and wrapped my lips around his cock. I tried to take as much of it as I could. I wanted it to fill my mouth. It did. The scent from his balls soon filled my nostrils - he smelled like pure man. I loved it.

"Good boy. Good boy. There you go, Johnny. Yes...now, look at me."

I strained my neck to look up at him, making sure to keep his dick in my mouth. His face was beaming with pride.

"Look at you, Johnny! I want you to remember this moment forever - your first taste of daddy dick. How does it feel?"

I tried to answer the question, but my answer was inaudible. I made only a muffled sound.

"Silence, boy. Didn't your parents ever tell you it's rude to speak with your mouth full?" His shoulders shook up and down as he laughed at his own joke.

"Just let it sit there for a minute. Relish in its thickness. Make note of what a man tastes like. Keep looking at me, John." I did, and we continued to look at each other for several seconds. I could only imagine what I looked like with my mouth fully outstretched, my eyes watering, as I tried to breathe through my nose while holding his cock in my mouth. However, I looked - he greatly enjoyed his view. I've never seen someone smile so big.

"I'm honored to be your first. Now boy, let's get to work!"

I started slowly bobbing my head up and down on his large cock. I struggled with its thickness having to come up for air a few times and stretch my mouth. I also slobbered all over the place. I did feel like I was getting the hang of it after a few minutes but this turned out to be false confidence. I ended up going further down than I could handle and my gag reflex kicked in. I pulled off his dick and coughed hard.

"Patience little man. You are going to have plenty of time with him. You don't need to swallow him all at once. Take your time."

I listened to this advice and slowed down my pace and adjusted how deep I was going. I found my limit and lived there. I couldn't take very much of him on account of my inexperience and his size, but his moans and growls told me I was doing well. At times, he would rock his hips back and forth to generate a rhythm he liked. I tried to be a good student and keep this rhythm. He was careful and knew not to buck too hard. After several minutes of service, he pulled my head off his cock and gave me a new order.

"Alright boy, lick my balls."

He didn't wait for an answer and forcefully pushed my head underneath his nut sack. His balls tasted saltier than his dick, no doubt from the sweaty round of golf. I licked and loved them all the same.

"That's it boy. Use that tongue. Lather them up...that's a good boy. You're doing well, Johnny." His encouragement motivated me and made me work harder. I grabbed the back of his ankles for support and let them travel up his calves and thighs, running their hair through my fingers.

"Alright boy, stand up."

Disappointed this new fun was over, but knowing I had to comply, I painstakingly got off my knees and back to my feet. President May pulled me in close with his right arm. He locked me in a kiss and his right hand groped my bare ass. SMACK! SMACK! I received two sound spanks causing me to grind my hard cock into his thigh.

"There's something else I want to introduce you to that will forever make you my boy. Johnny, do you know what I'm talking about?" I felt his finger edge its way inside my crack.

I nodded my head, yes. I was nervous, but I wanted this man to be my first.

"Tell me. What color is the light?"

"It's green, Sir."

"Good, Now, tell me what is going to happen next."

"You're going to top me."

"No, Johnny. I'm going to fuck you." His crudeness made me shiver and feel weaker than I already was, but it also made my dick jump.

"I'm going to take you upstairs; I'm going to put you on my bed; and then I'm going to fuck you. Tell me again, boy. What color is the light?."

"It's green, sir."

In a sudden jerk he bent down and lifted me up off the ground placing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

He carried me up the stairs. I felt so light, so small. I was being manhandled and carried like a little boy. But I loved it! I let myself droop down over his shoulder. My hands reached down and cupped his ass cheeks as he walked. It was also my first look at his bare ass. Unlike his belly and chest, it was smooth. I longed to give it many kisses.

Up, up, up each step we went. We reached the top of the stairs and he carried me around a corner and down a hallway. I heard him kick open a door and we entered what I assumed was the master bedroom. I was then hastily dumped onto the bed landing with a thud. He grabbed both my ankles and pulled me closer to him.

"On your belly." I turned over to my belly.

"All fours, stick your ass out for me." I obeyed. The cool air against my backside made me feel more vulnerable than I had ever felt. It felt like I was presenting myself to the man - submitting to be taken. I reminded myself that I could trust him. He had been so good to me this summer. He had been like a father, and like he said, that was about to take on a fuller meaning.

I heard the sound of drawers opening. I looked back to see he had a bottle in his hand. He began talking me through everything he was doing. He needed to loosen me up. His cock was thick, and it was probably going to hurt at first, but I shouldn't worry. He would go slow, and the pain would soon turn into pleasure.

He loosened me using various implements. It was a new sensation but one I wanted to give to President May. After several minutes of loosening me up, he told me I was as ready - or at least as ready as I was ever going to be. First though, he wanted me to get down on my knees and get his cock to full mast again. He also said he was worried I might be forgetting the taste of his cock, and we couldn't allow for that. I happily sunk to the floor and took him in my mouth.

"Alright boy, back on the bed."

I hopped back on the bed and resumed the all fours position.

"What color is the light, John?"

"It's green, sir."

He put his hand on the small of my back to steady me. Then I felt the tip of his cock push between my cheeks. He coached me on how to properly receive him. I made sure to take deep breaths and relax. He slowly began to push into me. With a "pop," I felt his cock head enter in me. My breaths became short; my heart started pounding. Damn, he was thick! It hurt! I buried my face in the sheets trying to hide my face.

"Relax, Johnny. Deep breaths. The hardest part is over. I'm going to stay right here. It will feel good soon. Trust me." We stayed like that for a few minutes as I adjusted to this new feeling. When I gave him the green light again, he began to slowly rock back and forth - careful not to get into a rush.

I knew I wasn't taking very much of him, but it was all I could handle. He kept asking how I was doing. This helped relax me. I felt cared for and cherished. He didn't lose his dominant persona in doing this, however. He still called me boy and Johnny; his hands still explored my body with ownership. He knew how to marry confidence and a dominant swagger with fatherly love. That's how he carried himself outside the bedroom. It's what made him successful in life. It shouldn't have surprised me that this was the kind of lover he was also.

As promised, the pain began to turn into pleasure. I gave more signs I was okay and told him he could start to increase the pace. He gripped my hips; his fingers pressed hard into the inside of my groin as he bucked back and forth with more speed. I began to moan with pleasure.

"You like that boy?"

"Yes Sir..." I said weakly. He gave me a hard spank on my ass.

"Still calling me 'Sir' huh? Looks like I'm going to have to do a better job."

He pushed my shoulders down pinning me flat against the bed. He laid on top of me covering every inch of my backside with his body. I felt his belly fit into the curve of my back; the front of his thighs laid on the inside of my legs and pushed them out wider, opening my ass more. His forearms rested above my shoulders, and he whispered in my ear.

"Can you feel that, John? Can you feel my cock filling up your ass? You love that don't you, boy?" His voice was labored with heavy breathing. I couldn't make out any words; I could only moan in agreement. "Oh yeah! You need this. You need this daddy dick inside you! You're mine now, boy."

His thrusting shifted into another gear. Over and over he rammed into me. I was in complete ecstasy. He began maneuvering me into different positions. He raised back up on his knees. Still keeping his dick inside me, he turned me on my side and then continued rotating me until I was on my back. My legs rested against his chest and over his shoulders. My eyes were half glazed over, and my mouth hung open as I inhaled and exhaled in sync with the motion of his hips. But I could now see him! This position added a whole new psychological dimension for me. Sweat had started to appear on his face. His eyes relished in the power he had over me. I could see how he had taken over my body - how I was now his - given in complete submission. He was my Daddy. I was his boy.

This realized intimacy turned my mouth into a wide gaping smile. I could not hide how much I was loving this fucking. My hands pawed at his hair chest. A big sly grin formed on his face and he leaned all the way over so that I was literally folded in half. The sweat from his face dripped onto mine. His hands pushed my shoulders down deeper into the mattress. I moaned uncontrollably. I was completely at his mercy.

Not for a second did I look away from his stare. He was penetrating me with his eyes as well as his cock. I could tell he knew what was going through my mind - that he could see right into me. His eyebrows raised as if they were asking me a question. He wanted me to voice what I was thinking.

"D...da...da..." I struggled for breath unable to form a full word.

"C'mon, now! Say it! What's that boy?" He was shouting. His pace increased.

"Da...daddy..." I whimpered.

"I can't hear you! Louder, boy!"

"Daddy!" I managed with more strength.

"Yes! Yes! Say it again! What's my name?"

"DADDY! DADDY!" I was shouting now, too. This answer produced a loud growl from him.

"That's it! That's it, John! Keep saying it! Who is your Daddy?"

"You are. You're my Daddy!!"

"Good boy! That's a good boy, Johnny! Now, here it comes! Daddy is going to breed you. You're going to be mine forever."

His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Hee kept his rapid rhythm for a few more seconds. Involuntarily, I kept calling him Daddy. Finally, with three hard thrusts followed by three loud grunts, he exploded inside me.

He collapsed on top of me. We took the next few moments to catch our breath. Slowly he pulled out of me. My legs fell back to the bed, and he laid beside me. His head rested against mine. Both of us were still panting; our were eyes closed. When my breathing was brought under control, I turned into him and rested my head against his hairy chest. He put his arm around me and stroked my back.

"Thank you, Daddy." I said.

"No, thank you, son!" He kissed the top of my head, and we laid there in complete bliss.