Date: Sat, 1 Dec 2018 17:19:01 -0800 From: judom76 Subject: Secret-Family: Dakota-goes-to-University WARNING: This story contains depictions and/or descriptions of sexual activity between adults and minors. If it is not legal to read this sort of material in your locality, you object to this sort of material and/or you are under 18 years of age, please stop reading now and exit this story. This story is a work of fiction. No character within bears any resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, and no scenario within is intended to depict any actual event and neither should the same be inferred. This story remains the sole property of the author. This story may be downloaded for the personal enjoyment of readers but those wishing to re-post and/or re-print the same must first obtain the permission of the author. Remember the only way to read these stories is if Nifty stays open, so please be sure to donate even just a few dollars helps! AUTHORS NOTE: This will be my first attempt at writing literature of any sort, so please be kind. I welcome positive or constructive feedback, however I will ignore negative comments. This could easily be a later chapter to a long running story about a special family, a family I can only dream to have. Depending upon the feedback I receive I may decide to start story from the beginning. But for now, we shall see if I'm any good at this. judom76@gmail.com SPECIAL FAMILY – DAKOTA GOES TO UNIVERSITY As we leave the auditorium and cross the campus grounds, I am lost in my own head. A bad habit I have always had. The trepidation of impending loss wears on my face as we follow a herd of families across the grounds toward the campus parking garage. My son Dakota and I have just left an all morning orientation for incoming freshman to the prestigious university in which he was accepted. We are making our way back to my SUV so we can drive over to the dorms and unpack his stuff in his room. Dakota notices the look on my face. His delicate porcelain hand reaches for my rough big bear paw. He takes my hand and gives it a firm squeeze. I snap out of my daze and look into my son's angelic face. Dakota smiles at me, showing his bright white teeth, with his ice blue eyes twinkling in late summer sun. His sandy haired bangs sway as he walks, almost covering his captivating eyes. Dakota has the kind of eyes you get lost in. They see into you, I swear he can look into my mind and read my thoughts more times than not. Once again he knew exactly what I was thinking and exactly how to, if even for a moment make me forget what today meant for us. "Its OK Daddy, I promise. We will Facetime every day, and I will be home for the term break and the holidays. The time will fly by." Dakota attempted to state confidently. But I could tell he was feeling the same trepidation. After all this will be the longest he has ever been away from us in the over 12yrs we have had him, since he became our son. I smile back at him. "I know... I know... I'm so proud of you Dakota." His smile gets brighter, "I love you Daddy." I reply back, "I love you too my baby boy". Oops, a mild slip. For the last few years Dakota hasn't been too fond of my very first pet name for him, "Baby boy". You know, the teenager wanting to move into manhood and all that, so I have worked hard to use more appropriate pet names in public. Of course behind closed doors I'm still a very filthy verbal Dom Daddy, and Dakota is my naughty little pussy boy. Neither of us would have it any other way! On this occasion though my over affectionate slip of the tongue is actually rewarded with a soft smile. Then Dakota leans in against my arm and squeezes my hand that much tighter. I notice a few looks at us here and there, we don't care. It happens all the time. We arrive at my SUV. I hand Dakota the keys, and fondle one of his tight ass cheeks for just a second, before we get into the SUV. We both turn to snap our seat belts in. I feel his soft smooth hand under my chin his fingers in my short groomed beard, lifting my head to him. We kiss deeply, passionately, just as we have done thousands of times before. His pouty pink lips, and that small unusually smooth tongue. How I will miss this. We break the kiss, he starts the vehicle and we make our way toward his dorm. As the rest of the campus passes by, we hold hands and I think about the last few days. We drove tandem, he in his cute little car we bought him as a 16th birthday present. Me, following behind in the SUV packed with his stuff. We had just over 1000 miles to drive and took our time, stopping every night at a motel to make love for several hours before getting some sleep. I soaked up every second I had with him these last few days, knowing I wouldn't hold him again for a few months. We pull into the loading zone at the rear entrance to Dakota's Dorm, and begin the 1 hour task of getting his stuff up to his 3rd floor room. I take off my T shirt and dawn a tight tank top before we start. Out of the corner of my eye I catch several boys leering at me as I change. I smile, I'm used to it. At 5'10" 235lbs of former power lifter and semi pro rugby, I am still in excellent shape and massive at age 55. It also helps I don't look a day over 40. It's doable at my age, but in all reality it is basically a job onto itself to maintain it. As well as pharmaceutical help to make sure my mass stays with me years to come. Luckily, I have essentially been a house husband for the last 12 years, only devoting a few hours a day to running my business. This allows me to sneak in my 10 hours a week in the gym, fairly easily. Over the next hour Dakota and I spot no less than 2 dozen boys who either like big daddy meat or little twink pussy. Some of them making blatant eye contact and basically undressing us with their eyes. Even a few parents seemed a little taken aback by the site of me and Dakota hauling stuff down the halls toward his room. It wasn't too bad though, because this is only the first day the dorms are open for Fall term. There are still 2 more days packed with Freshman orientations to go. I don't mind the attention but it can be a bit much at times. However Dakota being a beautiful young man who knows how beautiful he is, simply basks in the attention. He isn't conceded or egotistical mind you, I made damn sure of that when he was still little, and wanted to start modelling. We place the last boxes down on the floor and we are done. Dakota's roommate Shane doesn't arrive till tomorrow, because his orientation isn't until tomorrow afternoon. However Dakota and I, especially Dakota are already very friendly with Shane. You see this University arranges special LGBT dorm roommate accommodations. This particular dorm works in a quad room format. That means 4 rooms totaling 8 students share one common bathroom, instead of just one or two huge bathrooms to service an entire floor. This allows the university to ensure more safety and privacy for LGBT students. My understanding is that random quad room groups are selected through out the building for such uses, which prevents one building becoming the "gay dorm". Due to these special accommodations it gives potential roommates more time over the summer, to either meet or at least get a feel for each other prior to becoming actual roommates. In Dakota and Shane's case, I wanted to ensure a good match. So, I invited Shane to come visit our family for a few days over the summer to make sure the boys would get along well together. I kind of already knew they would be friends, after Dakota and I creeped on Shane's Facebook page. Shane is a semi-closeted gay all American jock boy with a scholarship for the university Lacrosse team, as well as an academic scholarship for his major. Shane is 6'0" 185lbs, with light brown hair and green eyes, just starting to get a smattering of hair across his broad chest. The question was, are they sexually compatible though? Did Shane have a big enough cock and know how to use it, was the big question? So, Dakota and I hatched a plan. Of course Shane couldn't know that even at age 17, Dakota still slept naked with his daddies in their custom made Super King bed. We have to keep the family secret after all, at least until we know we can trust Shane? Maybe? So it was agreed that we would set up the spare bedroom for Shane, and Dakota would sleep in his bedroom to keep up appearances. Just in case I bought an assortment of condoms and had Dakota stash them in his room. Since it was their first meeting and I had no idea how sexually active Shane was, I put my foot down on the condom usage. Long story short, Shane never even used the guest bedroom I set up for him and slept with Dakota in his bedroom the entire time Shane was visiting. Ok, they didn't really sleep that much, by Dakota's count Shane fucked my baby boy no less than 2 dozen times in 4 days. I was pleased to hear though that while Shane's cock is a full 8" like mine, he is cut and is not as thick as my big Daddy cock. Shane does needs more practice eating boy pussy, and some refinement on his sensual sexual skills Dakota informed me. However, Dakota really loved Shane's huge balls, or more to the point the huge loads Shane's balls produced. My baby boy has always been a cum whore, and I do mean always. Of course Dakota in no uncertain terms let Shane know that if he gets tested regularly and uses condoms with anyone else he fucks, then Dakota would be his personal cum dump fuck toy for their entire Freshman year. Dakota got up from his bed and checked the hallway real quick then closed and locked the door. When he tuned to me, I could see the lust in his eyes, and that wry smile that tells me he needs Daddy's cock now. We both strip naked, even to this day I amazed at his beauty. Dakota is 5'8" 125lbs with a 27" waist. He is naturally very hairless, which suits his lithe almost androgynous boyish frame. Dakota is easily mistaken for a 14yo boy. Even at 17 he only shaves once every few days to keep the peach fuzz at bay on his elfin face. What little body hair he has is completely shaved, the only trace of body hair is the small upside down triangle of sandy blond pubic hair just above his now hard cut 6" cock. Like him his cock is milky white and slender, suiting his body perfectly, with a bigger than average set of balls hanging very low in their hairless sack between his slender milky thighs. His cock head and ball sack are lovely shade of pink, with just slight tannish darkening with age. Dakota is thin but by no means gangly. In fact his agent time and time again would say to me "If only Dakota was 5 inches taller, I would be begging you to take him to New York and Europe, and work the runways". It became a running joke with Dakota and I to imitate his rather effeminate talent agent. By the time Dakota decided to stop the modelling this summer he could imitate his agent almost perfectly. Dakota walks toward me, I can see the faint sheen of sweat on his body, it makes his slender muscles ripple even more in the light. He reaches out and falls into me as I wrap my huge arms around him. He sinks his face into the crook of my neck, and begins kissing his way up toward my mouth. He stops and nibbles my beard giving a cute little puppy dog growl, which always makes me chuckle. We kiss, my large tongue invades his pink supple lips, as he begins to suck at my tongue eagerly as we kiss. My hands slide down to his taught bubble butt, and kneed at the milky white mounds. I'm an ass man all the way and Dakota's is a perfect 10! Years of dance and swimming has made his ass a thing of remarkable beauty. His ass is actually a little too big for him to be honest. I mean by the time he was 15, he actually had enough ass to twirk! No joke, he tried it at home one night in front of the three of us, and we all died laughing, our little 15yo naked twink boy, twirking his milky white booty in front of my hubby, our youngest boy and myself. Dakota coos in my mouth at the attention to his ass, and jumps up wrapping his legs around my waist, exposing his hairless pink rosebud for daddy to tease. I hold his ass with both hands and use my two index fingers to dance around his winking boy pussy, and massage the slick sweaty folds of his rose bud. He moans into my mouth as I begin to gently make smaller circles and probe deeper into his pink winking pussy. As he winks his boy pussy literally sucks one of my fingers in, so hungry to be filled. Dakota whispers in my ear, "I'm a good boy daddy". Then his pussy winks again and clenches onto my finger. This is our subtle way for him to communicate to me, that he cleaned his boy pussy before we left the hotel this morning, so it would stay clean all day. I nibble his neck and ear then ask, "Where do you want to start?". Dakota looks around the room really quick, then rattles off where I am to fuck him. "Let's start on Shane's bed, then against the front door, Shane's desk, my desk, then finish on my bed?" Shane asks with an impish grin. "Daddy is going to fuck you senseless, just what a little cock whore pussy boy deserves!" I growl, as I lay him on Shane's bed, then spin myself around so we are in a 69 position. I pull his legs up and apart causing him to roll his hips up and giving me better access to the sweet pink boy pussy. At the same time Dakota rolls his head back, and straightens his throat, as he lines up my raging 8" of uncut daddy meat. His lips wrap around my cock, and I drop me hips a little sinking my cock a few inches into his mouth. He starts sucking eagerly slobbering on my daddy cock as I use my tongue to wash, tease, and pleasure his slightly salty boy pussy. Dakota reaches up and pushes my ass down toward his face, indicating I can begin fucking his mouth and throat. I start pumping slowly in and out. Probing deeper into his velvety wet mouth with each stroke, I feel my cock head hit the back of his throat. He adjusts his head angle slightly, and I push more the final few inches of my fat daddy cock burying itself balls deep in my son's throat. I leave it for a few seconds then pull out. I trained Dakota long ago how to be throat fucked. My cock is so long I literally can prevent him from breathing. In many ways being truly throat fucked is one of the ultimate acts of submission. Something Dakota loves to do, and also does oh so well. You see Dakota doesn't have a gag reflex. So I literally can fuck his mouth like a second boy pussy. I work up a nice slow rhythm, allowing Dakota to inhale then exhale with my pull back as I fuck his throat. This of course only last so long. I begin to fuck his throat more vigorously, now Dakota is forced to take much smaller faster breaths whenever he can. I keep licking, sucking, and slurping at his hairless pink boy pussy, as I fuck his throat. He taps my ass cheek, telling me he needs to catch his breath before the real throat raping begins. I give him a few seconds to catch his breath as he suckles my cock head. I keep up my oral skills on his ever winking and hungry pussy. I am now probing deep into his boy pussy, his lips finally opened up allowing full penetration by my tongue. Dakota moans like a little whore, "Fuck Daddy, so good..." I have always gotten off on his little boy noises, so I have no problem spending some extra time with my tongue up inside his pussy. I keep at it for another minute, Dakota too lost in ecstasy to resume cock sucking of his own accord, he simply is nursing my cock head like a baby. I finally stop my oral ministrations, and growl "give me that throat bitch boy!" He immediately snaps too, and pushes on my ass asking for the throat raping to resume. I lower back down, sliding balls deep in a matter of seconds, I pull back and Dakota takes a deep breathe, then I drop balls deep down his throat, and start pounding my cock at the perfect angle. I am relentless, the bed squeaking wildly under my rapid thrusts. I keep this up for about a minute till Dakota taps out, my cock is covered in heavy throat slobber as I pull out of his mouth, a long string stays attached from my cock head to his lips till it finally breaks at about 10" from his mouth. Dakota is gasping for air he is flushed, slobber and pre cum cover his face, tears in his eyes. I stand up, grab him by one leg and spin his ass to the side of the bed, then pull him to the edge. I bend at the knees slightly as I drive my rock hard 8" balls deep into his hungry sloppy wet boy pussy with just one ass slapping thrust. It's always a sight to see my fat Daddy cock, stretching that velvety pink hole. "FFUUUCCKK DADDDYYY!!!" Dakota screams like he just had an orgasm from the sudden intrusion into his ripe pink boy pussy. We lock eyes. Dakota begs with an overly exaggerated boyish voice and pouty lips, "Fuck me till I can't walk Daddy, please I need your milk!" That's all I need. I slip a hand under his butt and one behind his upper back and pull him up to me. He locks his slender arms around my thick meaty neck. I pick him up and hold him against my chest, my cock never leaving his sweet pink hole. I lean him up against the cold wooden door. Dakota gasps from the shock of the cold as he kisses and nibbles at my neck. I start plowing into him, making sure to keep enough constant pressure on the door, so it doesn't rattle against its frame. But the soft thud of my humping into my son can still be heard by any passer by in the hall. "I'm going to miss your baby boy pussy so bad!" I pant. Dakota responds by kissing me with a furious passion, like his life depends on it. We keep kissing as I turn with Dakota in my arms, my cock still impaling him and I lay him down on Shane's desk. I lean back putting his legs on my shoulders and just lay into his ass, like a sex starved dog on a bitch in heat. I have to hold Dakota firmly by his hips so I don't thrust him across the desk. Pound, Pound, pound I mercilessly ravage his ass. Dakota's moans and squeaks become louder and more constant, adding to my frenzy. I pull out grab him and then push him against his desk and bend him over. I thrust balls deep into him again, pinning him against the side of his desk. "UUUHHHGGHH AHH... Yes Daddy!!!" Dakota moans. I grab him by the throat as I fuck him senseless, pulling his head back. I pant into his ears as I kiss and bite his neck and ear lobes, never relenting on his ass. My sweat starts to drip onto and down the glistening porcelain skin of his slender back, now flushed with sex. "I hope Shane can keep this cum dump cunt happy, baby boy?" I sneer into his ear with a smile across my face. Dakota pants, "Only you Daddy... Ohhhh Fuuucckkk! Only you Daddy Bear!" Dakota's noises become more ragged as well as his breathing as I pound my fat cock head into and across his prostate. His little boy button getting pummeled. "Daddy I need your milk, please give me boy cummies", Dakota pleads. His voice quivers and breaks, sounding like he is ready lose all control. With my cock still in him I direct him to the bed, we lay down together his tummy against the bed and me laying on top. I spread his legs forcefully with mine as I grind into his sweet wet boy pussy balls deep. I place an arm around his chest and grasp one of his nipples, rolling, pinching, tugging at the hard pink nub. I lay back into his pussy pounding him into the bed, no mercy. I roll my hips as I plough him so the underside of my cock and cock head grind hard into Dakotas little boy button. Dakota starts moaning non stop, he begins to writhe under me, clawing at his unmade bed mattress, legs flailing beneath me. His entire body begins to shudder and convulse. His boy pussy begins contracting as he shoots his boy load all over his bed and belly, wildly urging my daddy cock to feed the hungry boy pussy my Daddy's milk. I can't hold back any more, a dozen more rapid vicious thrusts into my 125lb little boy, and I bury myself in him balls deep as my cock pumps one, two, three, four heavy spurts of daddy milk. I collapse exhausted onto him. I roll to the side so my baby boy can breathe. We lay motionless, except for our rapid and heavy breathing, everything in the room is now quiet. Out of the lower corner of my eye I see the movement of shadows from under the door. I can clearly make out two sets of legs hovering at the front of our door. I kiss my baby boy on the neck and get his attention. I point out our little audience, we both snicker. We look at each other. I shrug at Dakota not really knowing what to do? A wicked smile comes across his face. In a clearly audible tone of voice Dakota barks, "Hey! Shows over! Go back to your room and jack off!" The two shadows jump back and quickly disappear. We both burst out laughing. "Well, not even hear an hour and you have a reputation from the looks of things." I jibe. "Yea, no thanks to you!" Dakota replies smiling, and bites my neck playfully. After a moment Dakota continues, "I'm not worried, they are my next door roomies if they can get into this side hall, which means they are gay. They won't tell, and besides you know me within the first week they will have all seen me naked anyhow." Dakota runs his fingers through my chest hair, just admiring me as he thinks. "Only naked huh?" I retort playfully. Dakota giggles. "Well OK, I mean if I like them and they have a nice cock then maybe I'll service them or maybe even let them fuck me." Dakota rolls his eyes at the end of his sentence for effect. I smile and chuckle. "Just be safe like we talked about, k?" with a more serious fatherly tone. "Of course Daddy, I promise the only cum going in my pussy while I'm here is Shane's unless something changes then I'll talk to you about it. Hell Daddy you bought me a fucking case of condoms, not a box but a damned case. It's going to take me all school year to use them up!" Dakota says mockingly. We both burst out laughing. We must have fallen asleep for some time. The sun was now low on the horizon. I looked at my phone, 6:09pm. I had two missed texts, one from my hubby, and one from my 12yo little scamp Joey. I responded to both, told them we were fine and Dakota was settling in, and that we were headed to dinner soon. I told them both I loved them as I always do. I suggested we grab some dinner and Dakota agreed. We begin to get dressed. "Daddy? Could you stay the night with me here, just for tonight. One last night together?" Dakota almost whispered to me. I could hear the fear and need in his voice. I stared at him, he looked up at me with this pleading look on his face. How could I say no? Fuck the rules. "Of course my baby boy, just for you" I replied as pulled him into my big hairy chest for a long hug. We finished getting dressed and headed out to a local restaurant. As we left Dakota's dorm room, I noticed one of his neighbors doors propped open, inside the dorm room I could see one of the boys. He was of average looks with some acne, but appeared to have a decent little body. Our movement in the hall caught his attention. He looked up and met my gaze. His jaw dropped. Not figuratively, but literally went slack dropped open, and his eyes widened like saucers in amazement. His brain trying so hard to grasp the scene before him, the wheels spinning like an out of control big rig. Dakota and I both met his slack jawed stare. I winked at him and Dakota gave him his million dollar smile. I honestly couldn't tell if the boy was going piss himself, cream his shorts, or just plain pass out. Guess I will leave it to Dakota to figure that one out. I'm sure he will tell me. The restaurant was decent, not the best Thai I have had, but by no means the worst. We chatted a bit at dinner, but we were both mostly quiet. We talked a bit about his plans till school starts, his school schedule, etc. I reminded him he had plenty of money in his campus account for books and school food, so he shouldn't need to touch his regular checking account much. I taught him about proper responsible money management so I wasn't worried, just being a Daddy. Dakota sat very close to me throughout dinner and constantly had his hand on my thigh. It's his way of saying he is needy tonight. Not sexually but emotionally. I return the affection in equal amounts, because I too am needy tonight. We returned to Dakota's dorm room as the sun was setting. His dorm hall was quiet now, all the doors closed, no life. We entered his room and I put the leftovers in the mini fridge I had bought him. Good thing I remembered to plug it in for him. He stood in his room between the two desks staring at the sunset through his window. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him. He leaned into me and sighed. Taking his small hands and running them through my arm hair, caressing me lovingly. We stayed like that untill the last pink and peach colored rays of light left the horizon and only a faint blue glow was left. The room smelled of sweaty gay sex, and so did we. "Do you want to take a shower together?" I asked as I nibbled his ear lobe. "Do you think its safe? There is a chance we will be caught?" Dakota asked quizzically. "Ehh, fuck em' we need to shower." I say with an impish grin on my face. We dig out some towels and his sundry bag, then strip out of our cloths. The bathroom door is only about 12 feet from Dakota's door. So we wrap towels around ourselves, and slip quickly into the bathroom. Good. No one is in the bathroom, so we turn right and head into the shower area. The shower area has 4 showers, two on each side, with benches set to each side of every shower stall, with multiple hanger hooks. We quickly hang up our towels and turn on the water to one of the stalls. Once the water is warm we both hop in. I take the body soap and beginning washing Dakota's sensual smooth boy body. He is facing away from me as I slowly and lovingly caress every inch of him starting at his neck. I move my hands then reach around and down his chest in slow sweeping motions, till I come to his nipples. I stop and rub on his nipples, then gently roll them between my fingers. The pink nubs lengthen and become razor sharp to my touch. Dakota leans back into me and moans, his boy cock comes to life and begins to grow with every beat of his heart, throb, throb, throb. I wash into his arm pits and he gracefully raise his arms over his head as I continue to caress every inch of a body I know so well. Up his oh so slender arms, you can clearly see the separation of his biceps, triceps, and deltoids, also the sinewy yet elegant line of his small yet defined pectoral muscles. They are complemented by the small V of his upper lats as they terminate into his shoulder. The body of a dancer and a swimmer, my baby boy could move more gracefully and swiftly than most women ever dreamed of. I continue to sensually bathe Dakota my hand drifting to his flat, taught stomach, his torso so long and lean. For a moment my mind drifts back in time to Dakota in one of his last ballet shows at the age of 16. He was the second and his duet closed the show. It was beautiful, he moved even better than the lead ballerina in their finale. It was a standing ovation. My husband and I had never been so proud. Then my mind falls even further back in time to when he is 10 and I am watching him at one of his swim meets. Even at 10 Dakota is becoming one with his body, his coordination and motor control far above most boys. Even then Dakota captured attention. The swim coach clearly watching him with a slight smile, possibly a touch a pride while watching my little angel, with grace beyond his years. My cock is getting hard now as I think about how as he got better at sex he got better at dance and swimming. Or was it the other way around? I honestly couldn't tell. All I know is, as he entered puberty he became the perfect pussy boy, limber, pliable, and always lusting for more. My mind drifts through the thoughts of the thousands of nights with him and it makes me rock hard. My daddy cock pushing up between his lightly muscled milky white thighs. I reach his pelvis and slowly trace the splendid lines of his V till I reach his cock. I gently stroke and caress his boy cock. He moans "I love you Daddy", as I continue by cupping and gently working his over sized balls in my hand. I slide my hands over his hips then across his ass cheeks. I slide a soapy hand down his ass crack, and caress his hot well fucked boy pussy before moving to his taint, then down the inside of his milky hairless thighs. My rock hard uncut Daddy cock in the way the whole time. He turns around to me and kisses me slowly, sensually, deeply. We break our kiss and he applies some soap to his hand then begins to work his way down my body. He takes his time admiring my muscles. Even though I am only 2" taller than him, I am almost double his weight. He rubs my large rounded deltoids, them traces his hands over my biceps and runs back up over my triceps. My arms are so large he can barely get two hands around them. He moves to my chest, kneading at my large hairy pecs. I twitch and make the pec he is washing bounce. Dakota smiles and stifles a giggle. He touches my pec again and I contract it hard again under his touch. He always loves that, and any display of my size and power. "Swish, clunk", the bathroom door opens and someone enters, their bare feet echoing on the tile floor. Then the sharp click of metal on metal as a stall door latches shut. Dakota and I are unphased as he continues his way down my torso, finally reaching his prize. Daddy's hefty cock. He rolls my foreskin back and lovingly washes my cum, and his boy juices off my cock. He continues down to my shaven smooth balls, gently playing with them a bit before reaching between my legs and washing my crack and hole. Of course he spends a second teasing my daddy hole, which elicits the usual smile and chuckle from both of us. I'm rock hard of course, so Dakota reaches up and moves the shower head to rinse off my upper body and crotch. He then turns the head toward the wall. Dakota turns away from me sticks out his bubble butt and backs right up to my cock. I watch as his hungry pink hole is placed at the head of my cock, He spits a big wad and wipes it on his ass and my cock head. Then pushes back and engulfs all of my cock in one firm push back against me. A boyish whimpering moan of pleasure escapes Dakotas lips, as I let out a pleasurable grunt now that my Daddy cock is back where it belongs. Yes I have trained his pussy that well, we spit fuck quite regularly. "Swooooosh!" one of the toilets flushes. The stall door opens and the footsteps head in our direction. Dakota doesn't care his hands are on the shower wall and he is thrusting back onto my cock, setting his own rhythm, using daddy's cock to pleasure his own boy pussy. He isn't doing it rough or fast. He is taking his time long dicking himself on my cock, making love to me with his sweet pink boy pussy. The foot steps enter the shower area. A curtain is drawn back and another shower is turned on. We don't care. Dakota leans back into me and I hold him close in the hot water. I slowly pump into him, making sure the angle of my cock grinds firmly and slowly against his prostate. I turn his head to mine and we kiss. We here the shower curtain close again and the sounds of someone under the water in another one of the stalls. I continue to make love to my baby boy for a few more minutes. Then whisper in his ear "Lets finish in bed". He nods in agreement. We turn off the shower grab our towels throw them around us then zip out of the bathroom and back to his room. There we take our time drying each other off. Kissing, touching, enjoying each other for one last night. Dakota places his phone on his speaker deck and turns on some music. Dakota and I both enjoy sensual trance music when making love. No vocals, just the rhythm and the beats. I find and light two scented candles. Leather and sandalwood scented, for those that are curious. We make his bed with one of the new sheet sets I bought him. It is a medium grey and navy blue mixed color pattern, with a nice high thread count. Dakota crawls in bed, turning to face the wall. I climb in behind him, and pull a sheet over us. We spoon, I hold him close to my chest, my half hard cock nestled into his cleft. He takes on of my hands and holds it, interlacing our fingers. We just lay like that for awhile. Sharing our body warmth, just being Daddy and Son. I kiss the back of his neck, and lick at the little blond peach fuzz at the back of his neck. Then start caressing his body. Ever so slowly, ever so gently my large rough hands glide over his milky smooth skin. I know every inch of his beautiful youthful body. I run my hands over every erogenous zone. His thighs, his butt cheeks, just above the V of his pelvis... I move my hands like I have a thousand times before. I reach his hard pink little nubs, which are directly wired to his cock and boy pussy. I tease his nipples, slowly lovingly. Dakota begins to gasp slightly and breathe heavier. I know his boy cock is rock hard and leaking pre cum by now. I keep kissing and nibbling at his neck as my hand slowly slides down his smooth taught tummy, and my finger grasp his leaking cock. I stroke gently, then squeeze up his shaft, bring a copious amount of pre to his cock head, I wipe it on a finger then sensually feed his pre cum to him. Dakota sucks my finger into his mouth, then begins suckling like a baby on my thick digit. His sucking on my finger gets me rock hard, my cock head pushing at his hot and slightly puffy boy pussy lips. He grabs my hand and places three of my fingers in his mouth. Not just sucking them, but coating them with saliva. He pulls my fingers from his mouth and spits a large wad of saliva onto the already slicked fingers. This is an unspoken signal to lube his pussy up, and enter him. I take my spit soaked hand and gently rub his spit on his boy pussy, then use the rest to slick up my cock head and shaft, as I line up to enter my son. My fat cock head presses against his hole. His lips open very easily and I just glide in, slowly sinking balls deep while pulling Dakota into me close. We just lay like this for a moment. My cock throbbing in his pussy, and his pussy contracting around my invading Daddy cock. I slowly start to rock in and out of my son's hot pink hole, only pulling about half way out, before slowly gliding back in balls deep. I keep this up while kissing, nibbling, and caressing him. "I love you baby boy." I whisper in his ear. "I love you too Daddy Bear" he whispers back. "I will always be here for you, every day I am on this Earth. I am always here for you my love, my sweet baby boy". In that moment as I finish that sentence, I choke up fighting back tears. I swallow hard. Dakota squeezes my hand tighter as I gently make love to him, still rocking in and out of his sweet boy pussy. I honestly couldn't tell you how long we stayed like that, just silently making love a father and his son. Eventually I start to build toward orgasm. I take my upper arm and slide down his legs to just behind his knees then I gently pull his legs up toward his chest, curling Dakota into a ball on his side. I cuddle him up in this positon then shift down the bed just a few inches to change my angle of thrust. With Dakota in this position his little boy hole is pushed out for much easier access. I hold him tight in a little ball, as I thrust a little harder and faster. Still nothing like the carnal animal desire of this afternoon, this is totally different. This is making sweet love to my baby boy, how we first started all those years ago. So many years of him being too tiny to actually ravage, so many blissful years of gentle delicate love making to my baby boy. I miss those years, sure I'm a big powerful Muscle Bear, and I love to fuck like a crazed beast, but this... This is truly special, truly priceless. I slowly build toward orgasm, as Dakota's little whimpers and moans increase. I ride the edge of my orgasm for a while, it's always like this on a slow rhythm, taking forever but makes for a powerful orgasm. I reach around from the back of Dakota's legs and pull his cock down from between his legs, so I can jack him off as I cum. It doesn't take but about a minute for Dakota's little body to stiffen, and his breathing to get ragged. His cock throbs in my hand as he spurts 6 heavy jets of cum all over the bed. His anal ring clamps down on my cock shaft, milking my cock of it's seed. His contractions send me over the edge and I push in balls deep as I feed his sweet boy pussy Daddy's milk. I leave my cock inside my son. I let go of his legs so he can stretch out a bit, but Dakota makes sure my cock stays inside him. We don't care about the cum everywhere, it doesn't matter right now. I wrap him up in my big arms and we both drift off to sleep. I am woken in the morning by a warm wet mouth giving my hard cock a tongue bath. I open my eyes and meet Dakota's shining blue eyes. He smiles while still tongue bathing my cock. He stops sucking, crawls up and mounts me, quickly lining up my cock head with his already lubed hungry boy hole. He sits on my stomach, lines up and sits back taking my cock to the hilt, gasping as he does it. He so loves the sudden intrusion into him, such a hungry little cock whore. Dakota slowly rides me, till his legs are tired, then I role him onto his back, and finish making love in the missionary position, kissing him as we make love. We finish, clean up a bit then get dressed and head to breakfast. We are both very quiet during breakfast. Glances and small smiles, the only real interaction between us as we eat, we are both lost in thought, and processing our emotions. We both, while polite dismiss the young waitress's obvious infatuation with us. I really don't know who she liked more, me or Dakota? Don't really care. We return to his dorm room, and chatted a bit about this and that, mostly just going over his school schedule again. I don't want to leave him, and I know he doesn't want me to leave either. So we decide to head to campus bookstore to see if we can find some good deals on used textbooks. We spend over an hour hunting down his texts. Luckily it is still early in the morning so the lines aren't too long. Dakota and I pass the time in line, by admiring the other sexy boys coming and going in the book store. A few really catch my eye. Of course Dakota's favorite piece of eye candy is a huge jock, obviously on the university football team. He is about 6'2" and over 200lbs of all American jock. Brown hair kept buzz short, and large puppy dog eyes. While not as handsome or thick as me, the jock had a great lean physique, and a lot of body hair for his age. But of course what Dakota liked most was the obviously large bulge in the young man's pants. I do mean large. This young man appeared to be close to the definition of horse hung. "Stop drooling." I playfully chastised. "What? I'm just looking..." Dakota states with a sly grin. "Like a bitch in heat." I sigh under my breath. "Always Daddy, you taught me so well!" he retorts. We both snicker. Dakota leans into me and whispers, "You know I will always be your bitch boy Daddy, always." A proud smile beams from my face. Fuck, he always knows just what to say to stroke my ego. We finally reach a cash register, the cashier is a girl another college student. She is dumbfounded when she sees Dakota and I at her register. It's kind of cute, she has trouble with her words, can't look either of us in the eye, and of course she is very flushed the entire time she is cashing us out. I attempt to engage her in conversation, but this only makes it worse, she literally starts shaking as she puts the books into large plastic shopping bags with the school logo on them. It's so bad she manages to actually drop a few items in the process. I swear if we stood there much longer I would be able to smell her pussy juices she was so flustered. We finally got out of there and made our way back across campus to Dakota's dorm. We joked a bit about the cashier, and teased him some more about the buff jock boy he was ogling. Other than that we were silent. We reached his room. His roommate Shane wouldn't be there for a good hour or so. Dakota came over to me and just buried his face in my chest and wrap his arms around my waist. I pulled him into a big bear hug and held him, kissing the top of his head. We just stood there holding each other for a few minutes. I finally broke the embrace, we looked each other in the eye, "I guess I better get going." I choked on the words as they came out. My eyes slowly starting to wet with the tears I was desperately holding back. He could see, and rushed back into my arms, starting to sob uncontrollably. I couldn't hold back my tears any longer, as we held each other tightly and both poured our hearts out. Eventually our tears and sobs subsided. I kissed him I could taste both our salty tears on our faces. I wiped away the tears from his cheeks, and he did the same for me. "I love you, and will miss you everyday baby boy." my breath still ragged from crying. "I love you Daddy, it's not good bye. I promise I will never leave you Daddy Bear." He smiled meekly as words came out. "I know my love, and I will always be here for you." I replied softly. "No daddy... I mean... I..." the words were stuck in Dakota's throat. I reach up and touch his angelic soft face. "I don't just love you Daddy. I am IN LOVE with you. I don't ever want to leave you, I want to be yours forever." The secret escaping his lips. Flashes of shame and doubt came across his face. In that moment he wasn't sure how I would take what he said. I just smiled, pulled him back into an embrace, and rocked him slowly. "What I am about to say is between only us to till the day we die." I stated flatly. "You can never tell Daddy Blake..." Dakota lifts his head in looks into my eyes. I take a deep breathe, "I have loved you like a father, and a lover for all these years. What I have never told another soul even you, is that above all even your Daddy Blake, I love you the most. I have been IN LOVE with you since you were just a little boy. You are the light of my life, my soulmate. I would have it no other way. You have made life worth living. You are my everything." The tears start rolling down my face again, but as I say those words I am smiling the whole time, so happy and relieved to be totally honest with the most special person in my life. Dakota starts tearing up again but like me is smiling as he looks into my eyes. He doesn't respond, he doesn't need to, I know that I have spoken the truth for both of us. We hold each other some more, then I tell him it's time for me to go. We kiss and say "I love you" one last time, this time it's different though. The words hang heavy, having deeper meaning than ever before. I put on my big Oakleys before I even leave his room, to hide my puffy watery eyes from the world. I walk out of his room, hug him one last time with a soft grope of his ass, then say good bye. I turn and begin walking down the hall, I know he is watching me walk away. I reach the security door at the end of the small hall that connects to the rest of the building. I open the door and look back over my shoulder seeing his perfect face staring back, tears streaming from his eyes. I start to tear up again myself as I turn back and enter the main hall the door swing shut behind me. I breath deep, I just keep breathing deep. "Hold back the tears big guy at least till you get to the SUV!" I tell my self in my head. I keep my head down and look at the floor as I walk. I take the stairs to avoid the elevator traffic, and exit the side door near my SUV. I make it into the driver seat, and lose it. I ball like a baby for a few minutes, making a tear soaked, snot fill mess of my face. I take an old shirt from the back seat and wipe my face off. I look around, no one noticed me thank god. I compose myself and start the vehicle, backing out of the parking spot. I turn on the radio, and set a course for home. During the long lonely drive home I tell myself it will be OK, and we still have so many years together. I also remind myself I have a successful husband who is 20 years younger than me at home, and my 12 year old ball of energy Joey. I love them both very much. I would never give them up. But, Dakota is my soul mate and my heart aches for his return every day we are apart.