Alpha Bear on Campus Ch. 10

I heard the clinking of a fork hitting a plate. I glanced upwards to meet the eyes of President May but he was preoccupied with the delicious breakfast I had prepared for him on this Saturday morning. I kept my eyes pointed up at him as I continued to slobber on his fat cock. I desperately tried to attract his attention by increasing the rate of service. I needed Daddy's approval at that moment. A small look or smile would have done the trick. But President May continued to read the newspaper in front of him. He was a classic man who still preferred to read the news in black and white print.

He took a sip of his coffee when his phone buzzed against the table. He checked the caller ID before answering. A sly curl formed on his lips, and he glanced down into my dutiful eyes. He winked at me as he said hello. I couldn't help but smile back at him, despite the thick daddy cock that never left my mouth.

On the other end of the phone was Dr. Doug Patterson, a long time friend of President May and acquaintance of mine from one of my first encounters with the president. They were discussing our plans later that morning. We were set to tee off at 9:15am for a nice morning and afternoon on the golf course.

"We are finishing breakfast right now, Doug. Here, let me put you on speaker phone." President May set the phone down, and soon I could hear Dr. Patterson's voice on the other end.

"Hello, Doug? Can you hear us?"

"Yes, I hear you. Is John there?"

"Yes, he is!" President May said through stifled laughter. He looked down at me and ran his hand through my hair, a move that served as a playful taunt but also told me to stay focused on my task at hand.

"Hey John, how are you?" Dr. Patterson greeted me politely. I looked up seeking permission to answer, but President May's hand never left my head.

"Hello?" Dr. Patteterson called out.

"Sorry Doug, John can't talk right now. His daddy is feeding him quite a big breakfast, if you know what I mean."

"Ah, you big bastard! Rub it in, why don't you!"

President May laughed heartily causing his belly to jiggle and me to break my rhythm.

"Not all of us are lucky to have a houseboy." Dr. Patterson continued to chide his friend.

"Come on now. John isn't my houseboy. Although, he did fix me a very nice breakfast. Bacon, eggs, toast, coffee. He's becoming quite the little cook." He reached down and patted the top of my head.

"Well, I guess you are only returning the favor then. Johnny, how's that big sausage taste?" Dr. Patterson asked.

President May held the phone down close to my face, so the doctor could hear the sounds of my sucking. "Sounds like it tastes quite good." Dr. Patterson chuckled.

"It's his favorite breakfast! And in a few more minutes, he's going to get quite the dose of protein!" President May and Dr. Patterson continued to crack jokes back and forth for about another minute.

"Well, you two need to get a move on or we will miss our tee time. John, hurry up and finish your breakfast. Don't make your Daddy late!" Again, President May held the phone close to me. I managed to gargle out a "yes Sir" and the two men said their goodbyes.

President May took another bite of bacon. "He's right, son. We do need to hurry up here." He set his fork down and leaned back in his chair. "Play with my balls. Make Daddy cum." He grabbed both sides of my head and put me at a pace that suited him. A couple minutes later the big bear emitted heavy grunts and filled my mouth with his delicious cream. Twenty minutes later, we were out the door and heading for the course.

We picked up our cart right away and drove to the first tee. There was no time for any warm up at the range. Dr. Patterson was already waiting for us as we approached. He stood resting his hands on the hilt of his club.

"Welcome, gentlemen. And not a second too soon!" He said pretending to check his watch. He had a big shit eating grin on his face. A month ago I would have been beat red knowing the hidden message his devilish smile was speaking. However, by this point President May and I had been "out" to his close friends for quite some time now. The nature of our relationship was well known. I only averted my eyes from his wanting stare, but my face kept its natural color.

President May walked past the doctor giving him a slight knock on the thigh with his club. "We didn't want to keep the good doctor waiting. Now, shut up and let's play some golf." President May bent down and placed his tee. His gorgeously round ass spread to full capacity as he did so. He took one practice swing and then fired the ball right down the middle of the fairway. Dr. Patterson stepped up next and matched the quality of the president's shot even going a few yards farther. I was not so lucky. My ball ended up in the trees.

I played that way for the first few holes. On the fourth hole I again found myself underneath some branches, but this time I had some company in Dr. Patterson, who also hit an errant slice.

"Man, I can't seem to find my swing today." I said, trying to make casual conversation with the doctor.

"I'm sure your focus is a little off after the morning you had!" said the doctor. "I'm not sure I'd be able to concentrate either after having Tom's dick in my mouth all morning."

"It didn't take me all morning!" I said with a big grin and continuing to prepare my shot. There was a look of surprise on the Doc's face.

"Well, now. Aren't you quite the braggart? When did you become so proud of your knee work?"

"There's a lot to be proud of. I know how to please a man!" I took another practice swing. "Let's just say, I my blow jobs are better than my golf game."

"Well, that's hardly saying much. No offense, but you're not exactly going to win the Masters anytime soon!"

"True. But, if they gave out green jackets for sucking cock, I'd have one hanging in my closet by now."

Dr. Patterson took off his hat and brushed the sweat from his forehead. I had caught him off guard it seemed. His teases meant to playfully embarrass me more. He had not anticipated me leaning into them so much and turning them to my advantage. It felt good to be able to joust back and forth with this man. It was a skill I knew I would have to learn. President May and his friends loved to joke and poke fun at each other.

I swung and hit a soaring shot high into the air that landed softly on the green six feet from the hole.

"Nice shot!" President May yelled from across the fairway. It was a nice shot, probably the best shot I had hit that whole year.

"What was it you were saying about me being distracted?" I said, still posing in my swing.

"Hush, boy." he said, taking a couple practice swings. "Let me show you how a man does it." He put his clubhead behind the ball and settled in to take his shot.

THWACK! His ball took off in a low trajectory and bounced up a few yards short of the green. It was actually a decent shot given the difficult lie he had, but far from the magnificent beauty I just hit.

"I think your focus might be a little off, Sir." I said, walking right past the man as he gathered his club. He gave me a solid spank on the ass pretending to be offended by the banter. I rode with him up to the green where President May was already waiting. The first few seconds were silent, a noise I was not used to hearing around this man that so greatly loved the sound of his own voice. Of course, that silence was soon broken.

"So you're telling me that after only three months with the big guy, he's trained you well enough that you fancy yourself as some kind of professional cocksucker?"

His question amused me. It was obvious what the man had been thinking this whole time. "If you don't believe me, ask the 'big guy' yourself."

"I think I will, boy. I think I will."

A couple holes later, on the tee box, President May had the honors and fired another shot down the middle of the fairway.

"Damn, Tom. You're on a roll today." Dr. Patterson complimented.

"I'm really dialed in today. Now, if you ladies would pick up your game, maybe that would push me to put up a record score." President May moved to stand by me as it was the Doc's turn to play his shot.

"Well, not all of us were lucky enough to get a blowjob with our breakfast." Dr. Patterson retorted.

President May smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not going to apologize for that. If you want to blame anyone, blame John. That's as much his fault as it is mine!" President May gave me a nudge and patted me on the rear.

"Oh, I'm not blaming anybody. I'd love to get a service boy to suck my dick every morning." Dr. Patterson said while lining up his shot as if this was all normal conversation to have on the golf course.

"Doug, you know John is not a service boy." President May put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me in for a side hug. "He's just a boy who loves to provide service!"

"I know, I know. I'm kidding. He is pretty proud of his skills, however. You should have heard him bragging back there under the trees."

President May looked at me but spoke to Dr. Patterson. "Oh yeah? What did he say?"

"He was touting how he had a miracle mouth and could get any guy off in under a minute by invoking its magic."

This caused huge laughter from President May. I began to protest and explain how that's not what I said, but I had to stop, to allow Dr. Patterson to take his tee shot. He put the ball down the fairway. I tried to resume explaining what I had actually said, but President May gave me a pat on the ass and told me to take my turn. I walked up and tried to gather myself to hit a good shot. The two men stood shoulder to shoulder and feigned like they were having a private conversation by whispering to each other, but they purposely spoke just loud enough that I could hear them.

"The boy is right, Doc. He has become quite the accomplished cocksucker."

"I'm sure he has you to thank for that. What do they say? Practice makes perfect."

"Yes, it does, and his Daddy gives him plenty of chances to practice."

I couldn't help but crack a smile. I took a step away from the ball and looked down the fairway again. It was impossible to concentrate and focus with these two teasing me. And they were having too much fun to stop. I stepped up to the ball again and tried to block them out.

"How does he handle the balls, Tom?"

"He loves them. Laps at them like a little kitten." President May made a few lapping sounds. This was never going to work. I decided to get it over with and take my shot. I started my backswing.

"And does he eat ass?"

"When I sit on his face..."

THWACK!

"Fore!!!" I yelled. My ball took a B-line to the right and nearly hit the neighboring foursome on the adjacent fairway. I turned around embarrassed and pretended to be angry at the two men for talking during the middle of my swing. They were nearly falling over in laughter. After a good deal of commotion and a few deep breaths, they told me to hit another ball and promised to behave and not talk during my backswing this time. I hurried up and hit another shot. It was better but still a decent slice into the rough.

President May and I jumped into our cart, and he took off towards the direction of my ball first. On the way he wrapped me in an affectionate headlock and apologized for having fun at my expense. I reassured him that I was not offended and that I enjoyed being one of the guys and could handle being on the receiving end of some shit talking. I even recounted the few jabs I had got in on Dr. Patterson on the previous hole. This brought a pleasant color to his eyes. He seemed to enjoy hearing how comfortable I was becoming around his friends.

We found my ball and I got out to take my shot. President May joked I needed to stick my butt out a little more if I wanted to be in the proper stance. This was a joke though so he could admire my ass in my tight golf shorts. I think he purposely bought me one size too small for such occasions. I humored him and stuck my ass out for his pleasure. He called me a "good boy" and gave me a flirting whistle. After my shot when I got back in the cart, I gave his crotch a playful squeeze.

"Careful, boy. You linger there any longer I'm going to have to take you into those woods and feed you a second breakfast."

"I wouldn't be against that. I am getting hungry again."

He tickled my nose with his thumb and forefinger and patted the inside of my thigh in approval. We continued our round of golf.

The rest of the round carried on much like this. We all continued to chat and throw in the occasional riff in the middle of our conversation. I maintained my ability to defend myself and parry both of their dominant jabs, though I did let them make it known my submissive standing in this hierarchy of men. Dr. Patterson was really warming up to me. He continued to make flirting comments and started to become more handsy with me. He'd give me a butt pat for a good shot or squeeze my shoulder when making a joke or giving me some advice. I mentioned this all to President May during one of our trips in the golf cart. He told me he had seen these moves play out before and that the doctor was interested in me. He knew of our open relationship, and he was making a move to be included in that openness. He knew about my night with Dean Parsons last month. I pondered this news silently and replayed the stock images in my head of Dr. Patterson swinging his club and how his ass flexed and triceps bulged out from his shirt at the very end of his swing. He wasn't as big as President May, nor did he have the typical bear build, but he had a very sexy dad bod going on that I was becoming more and more a fan of.

"So, what do you think?" President May's question broke my daydream.

"About what?"

"About Dr. Patterson. Would you be interested? Is he your type?"

I pretended to think about his question before answering. "Yeah, he's an attractive man. Very confident. Dominant. Yeah," I laughed, "I'd say he is my type."

"Do you want to get physical with him?"

"That's your decision, Sir."

"I know it is. But it's your decision too. Doug is one of my best friends. You have my permission, John."

"Thank you, Sir."

"You're welcome, son." He patted my leg. "And you better be ready! I can tell by the way he's looking at you that he's imagining you naked on your knees in front of him." We both got a good laugh out of that. I adjusted my crotch before getting out of the cart.

President May continued to shoot well while Dr. Patterson and I struggled behind. Several times we found ourselves off the beaten path to retrieve our errant tee shots. On one such occasion, Dr. Patterson started to make more of the moves President May had talked about.

"So does Tom get blowjobs every morning, or was that just a special Saturday treat for him."

"Not every morning." I said, waiting behind him for him to play his ball out of the thick grass. "Sometimes he prefers them after work or before bed instead."

"So every day, then?"

"Yes Sir."

"Fuck, that must be the life!"

THWACK! The ball sped off toward the hole bounding up the fairway, but its speed carried it into a fairway bunker.

"Damn it! I don't think I've ever played worse." The doctor took another frustrated swipe at the grass.

"I think you must be distracted, Sir. You've lost your focus." I hoped he would make the connection I was using the same words he used on me earlier. I tapped him on the butt with my club to provide the hidden meaning to my comment.

And the message must have been received because as soon as I stopped at my ball a few yards ahead, the doctor was right behind me. He placed a hand on my ass and kept it there.

"And why do you think that is, Johnny boy?" His heavy breath filled my ear.

"I don't know, Sir. You tell me."

"Oh, but I think you do. Here, you are prancing around in your tight shorts; making innuendos and talking about your love for giving blowjobs; you know what that does to a man like me?"

"I think I may have an idea, Sir."

"I know about you and Rick." He was speaking about Dean Parsons, my boss and his and President May's good friend. "I know the rules Tom sets on his relationships, and it has benefited me greatly over the years. The question is, will they benefit me this time around?" There was a moment of silence. I wasn't sure if that had been a question or a statement. It seemed like he was waiting for me to answer though. I knew what I wanted to tell him, but somehow I was too nervous to speak. This line of flirting had been too direct for my comfort. Instead of speaking, I leaned further into him and put all my weight on my leg closest to him. This made the ass cheek he was holding pop out in an even more perfect round circle.

"Young men as handsome as you and with an ass like yours can be very cruel." He gave my ass a hard shake. "I've been down that cursed road before. Don't be a tease, John." And with that, he gave me one last pat and stepped away. I hurriedly played my shot and we walked on without saying another word. I was kicking myself after, though. I should have said something. President May had given me his blessing. I should have told that to Dr. Patterson and let him know that the invitation was reciprocated. There was still plenty of golf to play though. I had time to make my move.

On the eight hole, President May tee'd off first. He had kept the honors the whole morning. Dr. Patterson went second and hit another slice into the woods. He said a few choice words under his breath as his frustration was mounting. Strangely, I found this attractive. Maybe it was our previous conversation or maybe I just enjoyed the sound of a harsh voice, either way, I was becoming strongly drawn to the man. I placed the ball on my tee and went to take my swing. I looked out down the fairway, but then spied the spot where Dr. Patterson's ball had landed. I opened my stance slightly and swung. Slice! Into the rough, not ten yards from Dr. Patterson. Right where I wanted it.

My ball was a little further out, so I hit first this time. I laid up but managed to get the ball back in the fairway about sixty yards short of the green. Dr. Patterson was next. I was hoping he would make another leading comment that would give me the opportunity to let my attraction and desires for him be known. But he hadn't said a word this time. Fuck it, I thought. And I said the first thing that came to my mind.

"I'm not teasing you by the way."

CHUNK! Whoops, I had spoken during Dr. Patterson's backswing. I was too lost in my own thoughts to have noticed he was addressing his ball. The few feet that his ball had traveled were evidence of that. Immediately, I apologized profusely. Dr. Patterson had been having a rough day, and I worried that this frustration would now turn to me. Dr. Patterson swung his club violently back in my direction, and I braced for a menacing glare and harsh word, but instead he was smiling!

"Not a tease, huh?"

"No Sir," I said, finally taking a breath. It seemed the nature of my comment overshadowed the outcome of his poor shot.

"Good to know, boy. Good to know." He walked the few paces to where his ball now lay. Without any practice swings he took a rip roaring swing at the ball. A great chunk of grass flew high into the air but so did the ball. It hung in the air for what seemed like minutes before landing softly on the green.

"Wow! Nice shot!" I called out. Dr. Patterson turned and tipped his cap to me and gave me a wink packed with a thousand words. The angry old man was now gone. He was now gliding across the fairway.

When we got up to the green, President May was waiting for us.

"You really got a hold of that one, Doug."

"Thank you, Tom. Yeah, it wasn't a half bad shot."

"Too bad you couldn't have done that the first time. I saw your little duff back there." The President laughed to himself as he played out and finished his two putt.