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The Dean's Son by HrtOfGld
Date: May 19, 2022

The blonde stud smiled at me as he sat up and stretched, his tight abs contracting tighter and concaving his pretty belly with his movements. He scratched that lovely spot between his 'innie' navel and the start of his dark blonde public bush where some dried cum had been left behind from the night before. He rolled a bit to his side and bent forward, taking up my cock in his mouth in a light sucking motion, his idea of a 'good morning kiss', and got up to take his shower. Stretching, I got up myself and headed to join Carlos in the shower. He grinned at me as I pushed the shower curtain aside and stepped in, then handed me the bar of soap and 'assumed the position.' I soaped up that muscled, perfect body and thought how lucky I was that my old dean had retired not long ago...

...my department had been without a dean for about three months, the previous dean landing a bigger administrator job back east. We had put together our committee, sent out job announcements and, before the three months were up, we had selected a new dean. His name was Marco Varia, a nice older guy with the experience we needed and an easy going personality to help him merge into our group. He started taking each area head out to lunch, partly to get a feel for what our area did as well as to get to know each of us better. Over a plate of spaghetti, meatballs and a glass of Chianti (Marco insisted that Italian food required wine and, if I didn't tell my boss he wouldn't), we had already established that he had a lovely wife (whom I'd met and agreed she was lovely indeed) and three sons. Two of his sons were married and well settled while his youngest son, Carlos, was still in college and would be attending Northwestern the following term. It was as they cleared our plates and we were enjoying a cup of coffee afterwards that he asked if I was gay.

At my short nod and sudden wariness, Marco laughed and reached out to pat my arm. "Do not worry, Michael," he said in his rich baritone with a hint of a Spanish accent, "I do not ask because I am not happy with your work or with you, my friend. I ask because my Carlos had just informed us before moving here that he thinks he is also gay and I would like to find somebody like you to be a mentor if he is indeed gay."

We chatted a bit more and it was clear to me that he not only loved his son very much but was very accepting of whatever lifestyle his son chose, so I agreed to meet with his son and 'mentor' him, as Marco suggested. Carlos was to come to campus to start filling out paperwork in a few days, so we set a time for Carlos to come to my office and meet me.

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The days in between went quickly, for I was ankle deep in preparing the computer labs for the faculty who had, as usual, 'just realized' they didn't have the needed software for their classes. I'd just completed calming down one older woman who had done this very thing many times before and hung up when a throat clearing sound made me look towards the door. Standing there was one of the most gorgeous young men I'd seen in the many years I'd worked at Northwestern, and when he introduced himself as Carlos Veria, I nearly shot my load right there!

Tall, blonde and good looking were the three first things I thought as my eye scanned the handsome guy who shook my hand. His hair was cut in kind of a mop on his head, the blue eyes and elfin grin on his face told me that he had a charm and wit that he probably used unmercifully. Wide shoulders, full pecs and a narrow waist were covered in a nearly skin tight black t-shirt with some rock band's name in lightning letters across the bulge of his chest muscles, while his lower half had a pair of jean 'clam diggers' that were rolled up even more and cuffed just above the knee. His thigh and calf muscles were well formed and the bulge at his crotch hinted that the equipment there was also heavy and well formed. He turned to close my office door at my suggestion and I got a good look at the full bubbled butt tightly encased in jean material before he turned back and sat down across from me.

I hadn't missed his own assessment of my gym maintained body and smiled at him as he registered that we'd both noticed the other on our 'gaydars.' I figured I'd let him make the first move, so to speak, so I began talking about Northwestern and all the great features that made up the university. Gently I brushed across the various folks on campus that were counselors for both academic and, with a bit of emphasis, personal needs of our students. He listened politely and, when I'd ended, asked me if I was gay like he was. I nodded and his grin, if possible, got wider.

"My dad put you up to this, huh?" I nodded again and he sighed, a purely young male reaction to a doting but somewhat interfering parent. "Dad's always been like this and now that I told my parents I was gay, they have been hunting around for somebody to 'talk' with me." He grinned at me and said, "Didn't think Dad could find a gay guy to talk to me that quickly."

"Carlos," I said, "I would like to be here for you if you need somebody to talk with, goodness knows when I was your age, it was very hard to find anybody I could talk with. You know where my office is now and my door is always open for you." He smiled at that and apologized if he sounded ungrateful and then thanked me for my 'handsome' offer, as he called it. We talked a bit more, mostly about his classes and, oddly, about his dad, and then when he was done he thanked me again and left.

Over the next month or so Carlos would drop by my office, mostly while he waited for his dad to finish up as they carpooled to work on the days he had classes, so I got to know this young man much better. He was twenty two, six foot even and one hundred and eighty pounds 'of pure muscle,' as he put it. Considering what he chose to wear to classes and when he arrived at my office, his statistics were no lie. Carlos soon discovered which gym I belonged too and soon I'd see him there as well, working out and being admired by the gym bunnies (as well as a few of the gym bears that appreciated young cubs). He was cordial to all, but seemed to give me that extra that almost felt like he was marking me somehow as his. It was in the shower room at the gym late one evening that I discovered how well formed he really was.

I was running very late and long after I should have left work I had gotten stuck setting up yet another lab for a last minute instructor. Three hours later, tired and hungry, I decided I'd hit the gym first before getting something to eat. I hadn't seen Carlos all day and figured he had stopped in at his usual time, missed me, headed to the gym and basically was already home studying or whatever he did on his own time. I quickly changed when I arrived at the gym, noted I had about forty five minutes before it close, and got my workout going, only noticing later that I was virtually the last person on the machines.

When I was done, sweaty, and a little sore but feeling really good for working out, I headed into the locker room, stripped down and snagged my towel and bar of soap, only partly registering that a shower was going as I entered the shower area. Imagine my shock and eventual delight at seeing Carlos standing there; completely naked and soaping up that wonderful object in front of him!

Now, Carlos had always been careful to zip home immediately after our workouts, so this really was the first time I'd seen him naked. The tight t-shirts he favored had not lied, the full smooth pecs, thick biceps and forearm muscles flexed as he stroked the soap up and down below his waist, his tight belly flexing along with his obvious jacking motion. He was so into what he was doing he didn't see me standing there and so I watched as he moaned and pumped away at what looked like a solid ten inches of slender man meat.

His balls were large and heavy enough to still hang and swing between his slightly parted legs, rising and falling back into their hairy sac with his impending blow. I started hearing more inside those moans and when he groaned out "Mike, oh fuck yeah, rub my cock like that oh yeah..." I knew who his fantasy partner was. It didn't take him long and, with the tightening of his abs and the sudden pull up of his balls, he yelped as his white man juice shot from his cock and splashed over his belly and abs as he aimed the writhing monster in his hands.

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I quietly hung my towel up and entered the shower room, watching him carefully as he breathed heavily enough for his belly to quickly inflate and deflate, his hand still holding his slowly softening cock in a death grip while he came down from what was a rather intense jack off. His eyes only flew open when I reached out with a soapy hand and began scrubbing off the left over cum on his thick chest and abs.

"Too bad I wasn't here to help you with getting off," I said, his eyes registering me as well as my naked body, "but I can help you clean up I guess." He didn't say anything, his hand letting go of his cock and then both of his hands dropping to his sides, allowing me to continue soaping his upper half and, at my glance, nodding to allow me to continue below his waist. Ah, youth, I thought as I got a sudden woody in my hand as I began cleaning up his cock and balls. A few quick pulls brought him to a second orgasm and I cleaned this up as well. "Go get rinsed off, we'll dry off and then maybe we should head to my place for some dinner?" Carlos agreed and we finished up, dressed and left just as the lights flickered on and off to signal the gym closing.

We arrived and I got out the fixings for a dinner to put back in some energy to my young blonde god as well as something quick enough so that if he needed to get home for whatever reason, he could at least eat before he went. My own cock trembled at the feelings still within my palms of Carlos' cock and heavy balls in my hands, his triggered orgasm brought about by my manipulation of his equipment turning me on as I built up a salad, quickly pan seared some marinated chicken breasts and got some fresh veggies cooked in the microwave. He seemed to be interested in a glass of wine with dinner, so we each had one and, after dinner he didn't seem to be in any hurry to go home, helping me clean up dinner and sit with me to have a second glass of wine out in the living room.

He finished his glass of wine and then turned towards me. "Ok, Mr. Danvers, I guess the cat's out of the bag. I find you incredibly sexy and I, I've been jacking off to my fantasies of you since that first day in your office!"

I grinned and said, "That was clear in the shower room, Carlos." I swirled the little bit of wine in my glass, drained it and set it down. "So, what do you think of me now that you've seen me naked as well?" The yearning his eyes held for me told me the answer, but when he scooted closer and put his hand on my chest, I knew there was a deeper answer.

"I'm not sure, but I think I'm in love with you, Mr. Danvers," he said, resting his blond head on my chest and settling against me as if he was looking for my warmth. "I've never felt this way with anybody, especially since I came out, and you are so sexy and everything I'd want in my first lover..." He looked into my eyes and said, "Would you be my first lover?"

In answer to my question about how his dad (and my boss!) would feel about us being lovers, he pulled out his cell phone, pressed a speed dial and waited until the other person connected. "Dad? It's Carlos. I'm going to spend the night with Mr. Danvers." He paused, listened and grinned, turning to me and saying, "Dad says if we're going to do what he thinks we're going to do, I should be able to call you 'Mike!'" I laughed and he handed me the phone.

"Marcos, is this ok with you?" The low rumble of my bosses' baritone assuring me that he was ok as long as his son was happy told me all was well and I handed the phone back to Carlos.

"Dad? Don't wait up, I'll be home tomorrow...I think," he said, grinning at me. He said a few more things to his dad in Spanish, and then hung up. "Ok, then, I guess I'm all set." We worked out a few other things, such as playing safe and all, and then it was I who led Carlos by his throbbing hard on into the bedroom.

The boy was a natural, however, even if he was a virgin, for as I entered him for his first time he knew enough to keep from clenching up, to push outwards at my cues and, when I finally was all the way inside his tight canal, he cooed like a dove and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Oh, Mike, that feels so good..." he whispered as I wriggled my hips a bit and pushed my cock against his prostate. "Oh, fuck yeah..." the boy said as he slowly lived the reality of his earlier fantasy. I sat back, put his muscled calves on my shoulders and rode the boy hard until his cock, hard as a rock yet flopping around like a landed fish, suddenly spasmed and shot gobs of cum all over Carlos' smooth muscled torso. "Mike, oh fuck, oh fuck..." he yelled as his orgasm took over, his cock all but dancing on his belly as cream white goodness shot from it.

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His amateur ass was milking my condom covered cock like a pro and his orgasm triggered mine, my jets hitting the reservoir and pounding against his prostate as I pressed deeply inside him, almost paralyzed as my orgasm took over my own body. Sadly, soon it was over for both of us and I fell forward onto the muscled god below me, his arms reaching around to hold me to him as my cock slowly slipped out of his now deflowered hole...

After sleeping for a few hours, he was ready again and, happily, so was I, but this time he rode my cock, his strong thigh muscles moving up and down as he impaled himself on my cock, his butthole stretched and the look of ecstasy on his face every time my cock head slammed into his prostate priceless. He was leaning back, holding himself up with his hands on my thighs, so I obliged his cock as it flopped about by greasing up my hands and jacking him to his fucking rhythm. I was well rewarded with a yell of delight from Carlos and an answering gout of more cum from his cock as he fucked himself out before gently pulling off my cock and settling down beside me for another nap...

I had plans for my boy as well and, after visiting the toilet and using a trusty device, returned to where he continued slumbering, his morning wood now sticking out from his middle and just at the right angle. I quickly slipped a rubber onto him, greased him up and then slowly pressed my butt against his cock until he slipped inside me. I pressed the rest of my body against him and soon he woke up enough for his lower body to register where his cock was and to slowly begin fucking me. Before long he was wide awake and, with a little athletic twist that I was becoming very aware of, he had me on my back, my ankles over his shoulders and he was giving me back as good as he got. He also got his reward, my own cum splattered over his chest from where I aimed it as he suddenly flinched and I felt his orgasm hitting against my prostate through the rubber that kept him and I safe. Like I had the previous night, he fell forward in a post-orgasmic daze and we lay together for a while before he dozed off and I held my lover against me...

...when I'd finished fucking my boy again to orgasm, we got cleaned up, dried off and got dressed, heading to the kitchen to eat some breakfast and then decide what to do with ourselves for the rest of the weekend. Carlos said he had to call in that morning and did so, the Spanish language sound more and more like the romance language it was as Carlos described somewhat delicately to his dad his first night with a lover. He stopped, got a bit teary, and handed the phone to me again. "Mike," I head Marcos say, a tear in his voice as well, "thank you for being with my son. I can give him to you whole heartedly, for I believe he does love you. You do love him, si?" I said yes, and handed the phone back to Carlos, who looked like he'd gotten the best present ever. A little more Spanish and he hung up, flung his hands around my neck and said, "Ready for a little more love, old man?"

I smiled and grasped the obviously thick cock trying to break out of the tight jeans he wore. "Let's go get you calmed down, Trigger." We headed back into the bedroom and, as I watched my young buff lover strip off his clothing, I thought to myself, I'm going to need Viagra soon...

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