Alpha Bear on Campus Ch. 08

Author's Note:

This chapter has been in my drive for too long. I had plans to finish it, but life got in the way. I'm not sure when I will return to the story but want to move on with other series that interests me too. Plus, this was getting a little long anyway. So here is the next chapter in the story. Sorry if it ends a little suddenly, but it's still a sexy one. I hope you enjoy!

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As each day went by President May was slowly introducing me to what it meant to be his boy. There was a weekday morning routine that we established. We would get up at 6:30am. I would head to the kitchen and begin cooking breakfast (in a jock and tight fitting t-shirt only) while President May would shower and get dressed for the day. My goal was to have a plate ready for him when he walked into the kitchen. He would be dressed to the nines with his suit pants and vest on and sit down at the table where a coffee cup and the day's paper were already waiting for him. I would pour him a cup of coffee and serve him breakfast. Only when he had everything would I sit down and eat as well. When it was time for him to leave for work I would help him into his suit jacket and walk him out the door. We had this routine where he would like me to kiss him goodbye, except it wasn't your typical goodbye kiss. He would have me get on my knees and kiss the point of his bulge. He'd turn around, and I'd kiss his covered ass too. He'd give me special instructions for the day if there were any and then head out the door for work.

It was then my task to clean up the kitchen, get showered, and ready for work as well. It was a humbling way to start the day but a great one.

(Now sometimes this routine would be changed up a bit if President May would want me to shower with him. This would be those mornings when he was in a frisky mood and wanted me to wash him and give him a morning blow job. On these mornings, since I couldn't make him breakfast, he would either grab something quick at the university kitchen or have me deliver him something later on when I got to work).

I would get home from work between 4:00 - 4:30 except on days when I had a late afternoon class (then it would be closer to 5:00). I would begin cooking dinner with the goal of having it ready when President May got home. Sometimes I would luck out if President May wanted to eat out, but most weeknights he liked a healthy home cooked meal. I was not the best cook but was slowly expanding my repertoire. President May got home around 5:45 - 6:00. I'd hopefully be at a stopping point in the cooking process (or ideally finished and be able to place the food in the warmer) and would take his jacket for him and hang it in his closet. I'd walk back into the living room and find President May relaxing on his recliner flipping through the channels on the TV. I'd ask him what he wanted to drink. He'd normally ask for a beer but sometimes wanted water. After serving his drink I'd then kneel down at his feet and take off his shoes. Next, I'd move upwards and unbuckle his belt and pull down his zipper. He'd spread his legs wide for me and I would dive in first running my nose all around his big bulge. Once President May became hard I'd slip the head of his cock through the opening of his boxer briefs (no-fly Tommy Johns) and give him a nice after work blow job. All this was done with no words spoken except for the drink order (or if he wanted me to strip down to my jock). It was a routine - what was expected of me. And I absolutely loved it! Then, of course, after pleasuring President May orally we would both sit down and have our meal.

That's how the first week played out anyway. It was perhaps the best week of my life up to that point. I was all smiles everywhere I went. In fact, on Thursday morning when I was walking with Dean Parsons to our weekly Thursday racquetball match, he commented on the perpetual good mood I was in.

"What is tickling your stomach so much this week?"

"What? Oh, nothing. I've just been in a good mood, I guess." But his expression told me he wasn't buying my answer. He knew there was more to it.

"I did well on your exam this week." I offered. "Maybe that's what it is." I had been taking one of Dean Parsons grad courses this semester and was enjoying it greatly. Mainly because it gave me yet another chance to ogle at Dean Parsons and his big body.

"I can't believe you would lie to me, John! I know that smile on anybody. That's not a 'I did well on an exam' smile. No, no, my friend. I think little Johnny is in love!"

I dragged my toe along the ground and tripped. I recovered my balance and said, "I don't know what you mean."

"Don't bullshit me, John. Your secret is safe with me." He patted me on the shoulder as we neared our racquetball court.

"Secret? What secret?" I was doing my best to play dumb.

"We all have secrets, John. And you, my friend, happen to have a big secret. A secret of a...how shall we call it? Ah yes! A secret of a presidential level."

My eyes flew wide open. I choked on my own spit. He knew! How?

Dean Parsons put his arm around me and pulled me in close. "Don't worry, John. President May and I are very close. I won't tell anyone. You can trust me." He slapped me on the chest and let me go.

I didn't say anything. I didn't know what story I could make up. Besides, it was clear he was confident in his knowledge. We arrived at the door to our court a few steps later.

"I just forgot." I exclaimed. "I need to make a quick phone call. I'll be back in just a second." When the door closed, I ran to the nearest exit and pulled out my phone. Stepping outside I called President May.

"Hello," came the President's voice in a jovial phone.

"Hey," I said out of breath, "I'm with Dean Parsons right now and..."

"John, where are your manners, son?"

"Sorry Sir. Hello, Sir."

"There, that's much better." I could hear the satisfaction in his voice.

"Sir, I'm with Dean Parsons right now, and he...he knows that-"

"That you and I are in a relationship."

"Yes! You knew?"

"Of course, I knew. I'm the one that told him."

"You told him? What! Why?"

"Young man, watch your tone."

"Sorry Sir. I mean, why did you tell him?"

"John, Rick is one of my best friends. Of course, I told him. Don't worry about it. You can trust the Dean."

My mind was still racing, and I was still breathing heavily.

"John, my boy, relax. It's okay. He isn't going to tell anybody. Plus, I have more to lose from this relationship than you. That should tell you how much I trust the man."

That did make sense. I started to feel more at ease with this new development.

"Who else knows?" I asked.

"Sorry, John. I've to go. My appointment is waiting on me. Relax and have fun with your game. Use it to blow the Dean - I mean, blow off some steam." I forced a laugh at his joke. He said a quick goodbye and hung up the phone. I joined Dean Parsons on the court moments later.

The first two games went by pretty quickly. Normally, I would be able to get the better of the dean given my youth and athletic advantage, but I was off my game today. He beat me 15-8 and 15-7. We shook hands, and I lined up to serve and start the next one. We normally played three depending on the time.

"Not yet, John. Let's take a quick break. Have a seat with me." He motioned to the far corner. He took a seat on the side wall while I sat against the back wall. His stomach heaved in and out against his tight blue shirt as he tried to catch his breath. The matching blue shorts were riding up on him revealing more of his hairy thighs that I had been staring at all day. 'So freaking masculine', I thought. I licked my lips looking at the former linebacker.

"You're getting better." I said.

"No, I'm not." He said, wiping sweat from his brow. "You're distracted. Your mind is elsewhere right now." I didn't say anything in response. He continued, "You're embarrassed that I know about you and Tom." He continued to wipe sweat from his face, this time using the bottom of his shirt revealing his hairy belly. He let his shirt drop and looked at me. I averted my gaze in time to not let on I was checking him out.

"What did Tom have to say on the phone?" He asked.

"How did you know I called him?"

Dean Parsons smiled and directed his eyes toward the floor adjusting in his seat on the uncomfortable hardwood. The meat on his ass was being pushed out to the side by the unrelenting surface. "It was obvious judging by the look on your face. You were scared. You weren't sure what to say? It was easy to figure out."

I nodded my head. I said nothing.

"What did Tom say?" The Dean asked.

"He said that he told you."

"That's right."

"When?"

He laughed. "When? Gosh, I'm not sure exactly. I know you moved in this past weekend, but I've known you guys have been together for awhile. Since the beginning. Hell, I'm the one who told President May about you."

"What do you mean? Told him about me?"

The Dean laughed. "John, my gaydar was pinging on you after only the first week of classes. You were always staying after class to ask questions. It seemed you were trying to just come up with excuses to talk to me one on one. I saw it in your entire demeanor towards me. The way you looked at me, smiled, the way your eyes would wander down to my crotch like they are now."

I looked up, and I skipped a breath at getting caught staring at the jewels of this hairy man. His thick thighs were half exposed as his metallic gray shorts slumped down to his size 38 waist. The big boulders he carried were the main attraction in this masculine valley.

The Dean laughed at my startled expression. "Don't be embarrassed, son. You can look. Remember, your secret is safe with me." He shot me a wink. "But those were just suspicions," he continued. "They were only confirmed when I saw you following close behind President May on several occasions on campus. You weren't too close so as to be noticed by him but close enough I could tell what you were doing. You're an ass man aren't you?"

"Err, yeah. A bit." I made the quick decision to not try and put up some charade and just admit to the truth.

"I don't blame you. Tom does have a great ass." Dean Parsons stared at the opposite wall for a few seconds and seemed to be picturing something. That was a rather surprising statement from this husky animal.

"You'd follow him for as long as you could until the President disappeared into a building, and then turn around and walk back wherever it was you came from. I noticed too you had your phone out during his adventure. I guessed you were taking a video or picture for some later afternoon fun." Again, he shot me a wink.

"I told Tom about you, and he said he had noticed you on campus several times before. You were definitely his type. And so, with our gaydar on alert, we observed you a little bit more. And finally, Tom decided he wanted to make his move. So I introduced him to you at the awards banquet. You remember?"

"Yes, I remember." How could I not? That was the beginning of our whole relationship.

"I've pretty much known the status of you two throughout thanks to my keen eye and a little update from Tom here and there. I saw the moves he was putting on you at the golf course, and he made sure to tell me, and Dr. Patterson, to leave a little early that afternoon."

Oh, that fateful afternoon! But, upon hearing that bit of news it brought a question to my mind.

"Wait, so Dr. Patterson knows too?" I asked.

"Yes, John. Dr. Patterson knows. Him and President May go further back than anyone. Dr. Patterson helped President May get the job at the university." I had known about Dr. Patterson's involvement with helping President May when he first got to town but didn't guess he would also know about the relationship his friend, the President, would have entered into with one of his students. I felt the urge to call President May and ask who else knew about our relationship. I was starting to grow uneasy.

"You okay, John?"

"Yes, I'm fine. Well, I don't know. I'm not out. This is all very new to me. I thought President May was the only one who knew and that our relationship was a secret except for..." I paused and decided not to mention the trip to the Icarus Club. I saw a smile form on Dean Parson's face out of the corner of my eye but didn't give it any attention. "It's strange to know its not as much a secret as I thought. I wonder who else knows."

"Look, John, I've known Tom for many years. You hit the jackpot with him. You can thrush him. You can trust his judgment. I doubt too many know beyond the Doc and I. Plus, if it's any consolation, keep in mind the president of a university has a lot more to lose than a student. Anyone he has told I am sure is a wise and calculated decision."

I sat there and stared at the floor watching the sweat from my brow form a puddle on the hardwood. My emotions and thoughts were all out of wack. It was so much new information. It was hard to know how to process it all. But the hot off the press information kept on coming. Sensing my uneasiness, Dean Parsons got up and came to sit down right beside me. Immediately, a more intimate setting was created by his proximity. His right hip was flush against my left.

"Let me tell you a secret of my own, John." He put his arm around me and pulled me in. I felt two sizes smaller than I was - like a scrawny little leaguer with his big intimidating coach.

Dean Parsons proceeded to tell me how difficult his divorce had been. He had cheated on his wife, and she found out about it. And it hadn't been some boring fling on the side, but rather with another man (a former college teammate of his). Hearing this news that the Dean was gay (or rather bisexual as he would clarify later) I couldn't help but grow excited. I fought the growth that was forming in my own shorts and the urge to press deeper into his side. His skin had a soft layer on top that was comfortable to lean against, but the harder you pressed the more present the thick muscle underneath this former athlete became. But, I digress. Back to the Dean's revelatory story.

The Dean explained how President May was there for him when he needed him most. He helped him out in any way he could, even letting him stay over at his place when his wife had kicked him out of the house. There was a short pause as the Dean told this part of the story. It seemed he was contemplating whether to divulge something else. But alas, his mouth closed and he continued on telling how after all the divorce proceedings were handled, the dean was able to get his life back together. He earned a promotion at the university and life has been much better ever since.

"Tom is a good man. You're a lucky one, John." Dean Parsons shifted and began to stand up, first getting up to one knee, and then using his hands to push himself up. He turned his back toward me, so that when he was bent over at the waist, I got a perfect view of his completely spread out daddy ass. I wondered if he did that on purpose given the earlier details of our conversation. Either way, I wasn't complaining.

"C'mon, let's play a quick one to eleven then hit the showers." The dean extended his hand to me and with an effortless tug pulled me to my feet.

I lost 11-4. After that conversation my mind was in even more places than before. Dean Parsons was much more touchy feely with me now. No touch was too sexual. They wouldn't have raised an eye from any innocent onlooker. But I noticed him being a lot more playful with me after our heart to heart. He'd pat my shoulder and give it a squeeze, slap me on the back or give me a butt pat like he was my coach.I gave up several points on unforced errors. I wasn't upset at getting my ass kicked though. I wanted the session to be over so I could call President May and tell him all the news I had just heard.

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In the showers afterwards, I took every opportunity to drool over Dean Parson's naked body. Every time he'd turn his head or hide his face under the water I would admire his stocky dad frame. I studied it like it was material for my next exam. I daydreamed about washing his body like I washed President May in our showers together. No doubt, I would wash his ass and his cock in the same way too - no soap - only my tongue. I recalled how the Dean had told me he had been with another man before. I pictured what that must have been like. No doubt, Dean Parsons was the top. I mean, look at him! That big fiddle had to be the center of any sort of production. At the first feeling that I was growing thicker, I shut off my shower and stepped into the drying room. I dried off and dressed quickly, succeeding in my goal of getting out of there before the Dean emerged again.

Once I was dressed, I headed toward our office building. Instead of going up to my desk on the third floor right away, I turned left on the first floor and made my way toward President May's office. I wanted to speak with him in person and tell him all that had happened that morning. However, Sandi, his secretary, told me he wasn't in the building and would be gone the rest of the day. I texted him as I rode the elevator up to my floor. It was a simple "call me when you get the chance, Sir," but I received no immediate reply. After twenty minutes I tried calling but it went straight to his voicemail after one ring. I figured he must be busy and decided I had better get to work.

It was hard to concentrate that day. All I wanted to do was talk with President May. I couldn't help but check my phone every ten minutes wondering if I had somehow not heard it vibrate on my desk. Everytime it was an empty notification screen. When I did actually receive a text, I was disappointed to find it was only from classmates of mine or other friends from school. Funny thing is, instead of replying back to these friends, I would instead text President May. I think I sent him four texts over the course of the morning.

At lunch I phoned President May, and again, got only his voicemail. I left a polite message apologizing and that I knew he was busy, but if he could call me back, it would be nice to talk to him real quick. At 2:00, I was growing more antsy, and I texted him: "Hey, need to talk. You have a minute, Sir?" Thirty minutes later, I sent another one. Twenty minutes after that, another. This time I left out the 'Sir' and was a little more agitated in my wording. All I needed was one little text or phone call. C'mon! Around 3:30 the phone in the Dean's office rang which I could hear through his open door. Dean Parson's answered it.

"Hello? Oh Hey, Tom. How are you?" Dean Parsons sat up in his chair and moved towards the door. He took a quick look at me as he closed the door. "Yes, it was a good workout today."

After that, the door shut and I couldn't hear anything. I sat there stewing. I knew it was President May on the other end. He had called the Dean before me? And asked about our racquetball game! I was angry, but mostly, my feelings were hurt. I checked my phone again. Maybe, I had missed a message. Nope, still nothing. Frustrated, I grabbed my things and headed home early.

As I drove home and replayed the events of the day, I grew more and more heated. He had ignored me all day! Why? Surely, he had seen my multiple texts and phone calls. Why couldn't he return one of them? Even if it was to simply say he was busy? I knew he would expect me to get started on dinner once I got home, but I was too angry. If he wasn't going to give me attention, then I wasn't going to wait on him hand and foot. I knew he would be mad, but so was I! I sat and sulked on the couch while I watched TV.

My phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was a text from President May. Finally!