Author's Note: This is the first chapter of what may be a slow build to one of my biggest fantasies about one of my biggest crushes. President May (in the story) is based on a real person (the university president of the school I attended). The physical description of him is accurate. I always wondered how my fantasy could become a reality and so I have tried to create a logical sequence of events where this could have come true. The more real something is the hotter. This will end up being several chapters. Would love to hear your feedback.
Chapter 1 - The Awards Dinner
"Ladies and gentlemen, would you please take your seats, so we can begin tonight's program."
The voice belonged to that of Dr. Rick Parsons, dean of the Graduate School of Business. Tonight was the School of Business Academic Awards Dinner. Dean Parsons would be emceeing tonight's awards where both undergraduate and graduate students would be honored. I was an undergrad Business Major and getting ready to graduate Summa Cum Laude. I could have played baseball in college, but I wanted to have more time to devote to my studies. It had really paid off! I had recently been accepted to the university's graduate program. Being a small town kid, I was excited to continue my education in the big city. Plus, it allowed me to be able to lustfully admire a couple of the men on stage for another two years. One of those men was Dean Parsons, a man I had gotten to know a little bit during the last four years. The other was the guest of honor for the evening and my ultimate daddy crush, President Thomas May. More on him in a bit.
First, let me talk about Dean Parsons. He was quite young to be a dean being only 40 years old, and frankly, his resume wasn't very long either. One might question how such a man managed to lock down a high ranking job at a successful university. However, in his two years at the helm of the School of Business, Dean Parsons had quickly shown himself to be more than competent and won over the trust of both staff and students. It seemed President May had made another good hire for his university. Dean Parsons was high on my list of daddy crushes at the university, although he fit more into the "Sir" role given his younger age. He had that "dad bod" physique sporting a hard stomach that hung slightly over his belt buckle. His arms and chest were fit and toned enough to give the indication that he was an athlete back in his day. He had dark brown hair with a solid hairline and kept it short and combed to one side. His rectangle glasses matched his hair color and gave him that smart professor look. Tonight he was particularly handsome in his dark grey suit.
I had gotten to know Dean Parsons not through my time at the university but through my part-time job as a waiter at the 19th Hole Restaurant inside Brentwood Country Club (only a few miles away from campus). Dean Parsons was an every weekend golfer when the weather was suitable. Oftentimes him and his golfing buddies would grab a few drinks and a meal after a round of golf. My coworker, Sean, was a year older than me and a business graduate student at the university. For weeks he had pestered me about introducing myself to the dean. Sean insisted I needed to get my name out there as it could help me get accepted to the graduate program. But I was too shy and lacked the courage. You see, my success in school came from the hours I spent with my nose buried in books in the library. Participating in class or giving presentations was not in my wheelhouse. It was no doubt something I would have to learn to overcome if I were to be successful in business.
Rather than try and overcome this shortcoming on my own and strike up a conversation with Dean Parsons to lay the groundwork for some professional relationship, I instead chose to admire Dr. Parsons' nice tan and the way he looked in his polo and golf shorts. A couple times I wasn't too sly either. I'm pretty sure he caught me looking at his bulge a few times while I pretended to write down his order. It wasn't until Sean ignored my pleas one day and took the initiative to introduce me. That introduction was a bit awkward as I stumbled to figure out what to say. Perhaps my crush on the guy added to my nerves. But Dean Parsons was a pleasant man (especially after a few drinks), and I eventually grew comfortable chatting with him and his golf buddies every Saturday as I brought them their drinks. And I continued to make note of how his golf shorts and polo fit each day.
"Welcome to the 2018 Awards Ceremony for the School of Business."
I quickly took my seat and the night's festivities were off and running. I couldn't tell you too much of what was said in Dean Parsons' opening address as my eyes were fixed on President May. Dean Parsons may have been attractive but this man was the whole package. President May was 61 years old and an accomplished man having helped grow the university's student population by 30%. The university was a small liberal arts school that now had over 2,000 students - a number that would not have been surpassed without President May's leadership. In addition to this, President May had led the fundraising and building of two new academic buildings, two new student dorms, and renovations in several others during his decade tenure.
President May was beloved by everyone. He may have been a modest 5'10, but he was still the big man on campus. He wasn't one of those administrators that stayed in his office suite and avoided the underling students at all costs. No, he frequently intermingled with them in between their classes greeting several by name. He was a personable guy that had a knack for making everyone he talked with seem like a good friend, even in the most trivial of conversations. In those small interactions he played a type of fatherly mentor to his students. That may have been why so many young people looked up to him. Each student's day was better off than it had been after these everyday encounters. Such was the talent of President May.
Furthermore, the president looked every bit the part of "alpha daddy bear." He had a rugged yet handsome face, thick gray hair, and was always dressed to the nines in his famous suits. My favorite was his navy blue one complete with a vest of the same color. The way that vest fit around his broad shoulders, muscular back, and then buttoned tight around his big papa bear belly...I had wondered many times what it would feel like to rest my head against that belly. Oh! And I mustn't forget about those navy pants! My word could President May fill out a pair of pants. I hope his tailor received excellent compensation for the job he did coming up with the perfect fit.
The inner seam of his pants was tucked tight against his inner thigh making the fabric in the seat of the pants cling to the exact shape of President May's ass. The fit left very little to the imagination. You could tell exactly how thick his thighs were and how plump his ass. I have kissed it many times in my dreams! I have also gone out of my way to walk behind the man about twenty strides so I could watch his backside move back and forth with each shifting of his weight. Most older men either are not stylish enough to wear pants that form to their body, or are not confident in dawning such a look. Those words do not describe President May as all his suits fit this snuggly, and he modeled them with his long strides and confident swinging of his arms as he walked.
