Kyle, Dad and Me

The Dean's Office

Mac and I are sitting outside the Dean’s office. It was the Thursday after the big move and everyone was finding their way so to speak. Mac was a full-time ‘guest’ in my bedroom and Ken and Dad were getting along pretty fine. Pa and Kyle were sleeping together, or maybe not too much sleeping, so we were one big happy fam-damily with extra benefits. Anyway, we are outside the Dean’s office as we have to talk about what happened in class last week. Crazy that a little stunt like that would get us into trouble, but alas, here we were. We both had our phones on record because who knew what might happen and our Dads were interested to see and hear what might go down. Turns out that Kyle had gone to school with the Dean back a thousand years ago, and while they hadn’t kept in touch, there was a connection. Maybe we would have to invoke the name of Kyle in case of some need.

The Dean’s male secretary, David, offered us juice while we waited, apple or cranberry juice and we accepted the cranberry. After drinking our juice and waiting for another 15 minutes, David came over and said, “I’m sorry Dean Schmidt is running a bit late. Can you come back in an hour?” Since David obviously had our schedules, he knew we were both free for the afternoon. It really sucked that we had to wait but we said we’d go to the library and study.

Since it was close, we wandered over to the library and Mac said, “Ben, I could sure use some stress relief,” and he pointed to my crotch. “Don’t mind if I do,” and so we went to the library can in the basement and found the handicapped stall. It was pretty quiet so we ambled over and went inside. Before I could say yes, Mac whipped my pants down and went to town. I must have been horny cause I was hard in a New York minute. “Wow, you are ready,” said Mac and he sucked and played with my dick and slid a hand under my t-shirt. He pinched my nipple a bit while stroking and sucking. “Yes, I must be horny cause my dick is really solid.” Mac worked away while I listened for the tell-tale sound of the door. Sure enough, as I was getting close, bam-oh, the door creaked open. Mac lifted his legs so if anyone looked underneath, it would look like I was in there by myself.

The guy entered the stall beside ours, as there were only three and so it was an even odds game. The guy had on amazing brown brogue shoes that looked expensive with some beautiful brown slacks. When he dropped the slacks all the way, I could tell that he played for our team. His foot was tapping out the National Anthem and so before I could let him get too comfortable, I motioned for him to slide his dick under the stall. Mac got out his camera and filmed as I went on my needs to suck that cock. And man, it was a beauty! His balls hung very low and he slid further under the stall. He had a great tattoo to the right of his dick - it looked like a Tasmanian devil but the great thing was his cock was about nine inches long with the most beautiful crown. I keep saying beautiful cause it was. I started to slip and slurp and he whispered, “Hurry man cause I’ve got a meeting soon and I need to bust a nut before this meeting.”

I almost laughed cause I thought if he only knew. Mac started playing with my ass as I was on my knees and Mac continued to film. I started tugging on his balls and pulling them down and stretching them - they were really bull balls. He groaned appreciatively as he put his right hand under the stall to reach my dick. The wedding ring was gold but he also had a watch on his wrist - I think it was an older gold Timex. Classy! So, I’m sucking away and slip a finger under his ass and start to feel his taint when the fucking door creaks open again. Before I can say, “Please,” he jumped up and pretended to wipe, pulled up his pants and left. The guy at the urinal was not too long but by now Mr. Tasmanian devil had left. Mac whispered, “that was close but so hot. I got a lot on tape and I’m sure Dad and the guys would like it.”

I whispered we better go and with my blue balls in tact, we left. We had about 20 minutes left so we lazily walked over to the office and went to wait. David noted we were here and said, “The Dean’s earlier appointment wasn’t as long as he thought,” and with that we walked into the Dean’s world. We had never been in the office before but it was kind of what you’d expect. Wall to wall books, a lovely black leather sofa under a window with a view of the Quad, and a massive oak desk. Dark wood panelling was everywhere where there weren’t books.

The Dean was about 50ish and greying. He must have kept in shape cause he didn’t have any body fat that we could see. He was sitting behind the desk and so we could just see his pristine white shirt and his argyle tie. “Boys, did David help you out with some drinks?” We nodded and he said, “Have a seat, I’ll join you,” and we sat on the leather sofa. There was another leather chair beside the sofa an we assumed it was his. We were a bit nervous and so we were very quiet and looking down. The Dean stood up and came around the desk. “Fuck, I mean wow, those are nice brown brogues,” I said. And with the brown slacks, I just knew that I was blowing the Dean in the bathroom. Ah, the tables had turned and we had a video!

I nudged Mac with my leg and he pushed back. We knew what each other was thinking almost and I thought, I gotta get him naked.

“So, gentlemen, let me get right to the point. Professor Dukas says that you drugged him before class and it gave him an erection throughout the class. One of the students complained to one of the other professors, and he called me to say what had happened. Professor Dukas said that two were pranking him and that there was no harm done, but I want you to know that I take these comments seriously,” and with that he hiked up his pants a bit and then sat down in the leather chair beside us. He obviously wanted to demonstrate open body communication because he put both hands on the chair and did some mansplaining. The tell-tell sign of a bulge was there and since he didn’t blow his load, he must have been feeling some blue balls too.

“Mac and Ben, what do you think we should do because of your little prank, which if one of the girls had complained would be super serious but I now know that Dukas has a line up of young women wanting special tutoring?” He laughed at that but then got serious again.

I was wondering what to say when Mac started in. “Professor, Schmidt, or should we call you Dean?” “Dean is fine,” he responded. “Ok, Dean, I have a little conundrum that might help us figure things out,” and with that Mac shared a story about a friend of his who regularly went to the washrooms in the library and found out that he was having sex with one of the Professors in the faculty. “Now, what would you do if we were to bring that up and share that with you?”

The Dean put two fingers and moved them around his collar shirt next to his neck. It looked like he was getting a bit warm. “What do you mean?” Mac continued and I was enjoying the interplay, “Well, truth be told Deany,” “Why are you calling me Deany, show me some respect young man,” and the Dean got on his feet. With that you could see that his bulge had become a bit bigger and it looked like there was a bit of a wet stain on his crotch. “Dean, do you want to continue with this charade or shall we talk about what when down, or who went down,” Mac grinned, “on you in the library.” The Dean coughed and went around the back of his leather chair and put two hands on the back, “No listen here,” and Mac stood up and said, “No, Dean, you listen here. I think you had your boy-secretary, David, put something in our cranberry juice to show us a lesson, but really you don’t think we know the effect of having Cialis put in our drinks? I’ve been sucking Ben’s dick for weeks now, thanks to Dukas’ clever little assignment, and so I know you put dick hardener in there.” By now Dean had retreated behind his desk and was sitting on a chair. I’m sure he was boned up. “So, you thought you teach us, and now the tables are turned,” Mac smiled.

Mac said, “Dean, there is one way to find out what is going on and that is for you to drop your pants and we can see if it was you in the washroom?” The Dean stood and said, “I will do no such thing. This is highly unusual and I think that I should call David in here to witness what is going on?” Mac stood up and said, “Dean, I’m offering you an opportunity to have sex with us. We just want to confirm that you were in the washroom with us as we think we can identify your dick. It is up to you, we can continue what we started in the washroom,” and with that Mac walked over to the door and locked it. Dean said, “Listen men, this will stay here between us,” and we both nodded. Of course, it was being audio recorded and Dad, Pa and Kyle were all having front row seats with our phone, along with Ken, Mac’s Dad.

“Ok let’s close the blinds and perhaps it was me,” and with that he dropped his pants. “Voila, we could tell it was you. . . .” as they dropped and there was no tattoo. His dick was pretty nice, a cut 8” dick but no tattoo. Fuck, we had just manipulated the Dean and he fell for it. Was he really at the library. I covered, “Man, that is one handsome piece of man meat,” and I dove on it like a thirsty warrior who saw a pool of water. I didn’t care that it wasn’t the same dick. I wanted it. “Ah, yes, that is the one we saw,” and the Dean smiled. “Listen boys, I wanted to play with you but you must be mistaken cause I wasn’t in the library. I was in meetings all afternoon, but I will gladly accept your offer to blow me and swallow my jism as appropriate punishment for trying to create a scene.” And with that, he started skull fucking my head and driving his dick deep in my throat. Mac, the ever attentive lover, pushed Dean forward and spread his ass cheeks apart. He spit on Dean’s ass and dove in like a greedy ass licker and slurped and slathered. I was enjoying the dick and Dean’s hands on my head. “My wife never sucks my dick and man you know what to do Benjamin,” and he piston faster.

I stood up and Dean and I locked lips. I chewed his tongue and he let me enjoy his taste. He was manly for sure. Mac now stood up and had inserted two fingers into Dean’s ass. “I have never been fucked boys, but maybe you’d like to take my cherry sometime,” the Dean offered. Mac whispered, “Another time but for now, let us taste your juice.” Mac bent down and started to suck Dean’s dick and I started to stroke mine about a foot away. The Dean mouthed, “I want you inside me,” and I stood up on the leather chair. My dick was at the height of Dean’s mouth and he clamped on and sucked. Two or three minutes later I was ready to shoot and I held on to his head while I blew my load in his mouth. I said, “Don’t drop any of my spunk Dean,” and he didn’t. I was surprised.

Mac worked his magic and with two fingers pistoning in his ass, he rammed up to the hilt and Dean shot a load in Mac’s mouth. By now I was playing with Mac’s PA and his dick, lubed with his precum and twisted a nipple under his t-shirt. That sent him over and he spewed his juice on those nice brown brogues. “I expect you to clean this up Dean,” and the Dean nodded.

“Ok, men,” as we dressed, “you have done your punishment and it fit the crime. I didn’t know David was going to drop some Cialis in your juice but it seemed to work and well, I am glad we have an understanding not to do this again,” and we nodded.

As we left, I looked over and saw a dribble of cum on Mac’s lip. David was just coming to the door when Mac stuck out his tongue to slurp the last of the Dean’s cum into his mouth. “Enjoy yourselves boys,” and with that David went into the Dean’s office. I smacked Mac on the ass and said, “who had the tat?” and we started our quest to find the tattoo.

Mac’s phone buzzed with a message from his Dad, “FUCK, HOT”. My Dads and Pa all texted me with variations of “Hot, stud, three way” (meaning every way) and a cute, “ hope you get a good mark!”

We walked to our next class and I was feeling satisfied.

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