The 43rd Annual Fettig High School Career Fair

Gabriel 

Told you this series would come back ;)

The 43rd Annual Fettig High School Career Fair had kicked off just like it had every year before. Once every school year, the high school devoted an entire Friday to promoting possible career prospects to the seniors. They hosted multiple different booths, activities, and tours sponsored by both local and regional businesses, all in hopes of inspiring the senior class towards a specific future. 

Before the fair would open, the principal would recite the same 10-minute speech he used every year. Inviting the students in, the principal would explain that the fair was meant to be “transformative” and he would “personally hope” each one of them would have a possible future in mind before they’d left for the weekend. Once he was finished, the pep band would perform the school’s alma mater (which was fittingly titled “Fire Up, Fettig!”) and the seniors would be released into the wild.

Of course as all high school events went, not everyone wanted to participate, but those select few were always the most inspired by the end of the day.

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Gabriel blew a puff of air at the fish tank, curious to see if any of the creatures would react in response. He knew not to touch the glass, but he had no idea what to do besides just sit there. He’d already fiddled with the strings of his hoodie, placed his hands in and out of his empty pant’s pockets, twirled his Birkenstocks around with his toes, and checked every social media app twice. Gabriel didn’t actually want to be a dentist; he wasn’t interested in any medical field at all. He’d used the career fair as an excuse to visit Dr. Lynch.

Since he had been a young boy, Gabriel had always enjoyed going to the dentist. People would talk nicely to him, he’d get a free treat bag at the end, and he’d get to hang out with the cool Dr. Lynch. At first, he had thought of Dr. Lynch as an older brother–even if they were separated by about 15 years–but around the age of puberty Gabriel started developing a crush. Now 18, Gabriel knew the soon-to-become-dilf was truly a stud he wished would make him cry out in pain. During sex of course, not during a routine checkup.

Sadly though, Gabriel felt like Dr. Lynch had never looked at him as more than a patient. The age difference was an obvious problem, but now that he was 18 (and a half to be specific) Gabriel should have been on his market. He didn’t know if the other man was single, let alone gay, but Gabriel knew he at least had something to offer. A perky behind, 5’6 height, and cute boyish looks made him a perfect twink. His styled chocolatey hair, smooth skin, and easy-to-flush face also gave him a few extra points, at least that’s what his hookups had told him. Gabriel wasn’t some obsessive freak who was saving his virginity for his idol; he wanted to be well-prepared instead.

So there Gabriel sat, bored in the waiting room, having chosen a dentist’s office for his trip during the 43rd Annual Fettig Career Fair. It wasn’t for another ten minutes that he finally heard an assistant call for him.

“Gabriel?”

“Yes!” He knew his response came out a little too excited.

“Dr. Lynch will see you now.”

Gabriel jumped to his feet and quickly followed behind, trying with all his might to hold his true eagerness down. He was going to be professional, attentive, and most likely horny. When he finally made it to the back office, he couldn’t have been more overjoyed to see the 6’3 man in scrubs. His athletic body, his gradually-appearing wrinkles, his maturity–Gabriel could practically taste it. And now that they were alone in a room too, Gabriel felt like he was getting a whole private show.

“Gabriel,” Dr. Lynch smiled, offering him the chair across from his desk. “It’s great to see you! I didn’t expect to see your name in the list the school sent me.”

“It was kind of a last minute thing,” Gabriel chuckled, having practiced the following line in his head countless times. “I was honestly more interested in another opportunity, but it was unfortunately canceled at the last minute due to the tour guide getting sick.”

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that,” Dr. Lynch frowned, leaning back in his chair. “Are you interested in dentistry at all?”

Deciding it was best to give a portion of the truth, Gabriel responded, “Not really, but I admire you and your passion for the work. That’s why I chose to come here today, I was wondering if you would be willing to show me what makes you enjoy working.”

“What do you mean?” Dr. Lynch asked in his familiar family-friendly baritone. 

“Well, people always seem to ask ‘Why would you fit in here at this job?’, not ‘Why would this job fit in here for you?’. I guess I’m just curious why you chose dentistry, and what’s made you stick with it.”

“Oh I see,” Dr. Lynch nodded. “I guess I don’t know right off the top of my head.”

Dr. Lynch started to contemplate his answer, leaning back further in his chair and kicking his feet up on the desk. They each landed with a dull thud, two massive clunks on the table. Gabriel couldn’t help but admire then knowing what the white running shoes were holding. Dr. Lynch noticed this and smirked.

“Well these shoes have surely kept me in the practice,” he started. “There’s no way I would’ve been able to walk down hallways hours after hours without these bad boys. Actually, you wanna see one?”

With one of his feet, Dr. Lynch starting pushing off the opposite shoe. After applying some force, he notched it off the back of his foot and into Gabriel’s lap. Gabriel couldn’t help but blush, the soft musk of his idol’s sneaker delicately wafting to his nose. He was glad the shoe had landed where it had, hiding the hard-as-rock boner in his sweats.

“You won’t believe the kind of workout you get in this job, my shoe size has gone up just from all the stomping around.”

“And what size are your feet now?” Gabriel asked before he could stop himself, his own toes now splaying forward over the edge of his sandals while his feet widened severely in mass.

“Size 14.”

Gabriel gawked, looking back at the shoe in his lap. He then looked down at his own feet, admiring the stark white sneakers that hid the thick, meaty Size 14 feet.

“They make quite the odor too, but as a dentist you’re usually in the room for only a few minutes, so people often don’t make a fuss.”

“Oh really?” Gabriel asked, taking a timid sniff of the swirling funk.

“Well sure,” Dr. Lynch replied. “Dentists are always so busy that they never have time to truly clean up. That’s why they’re always pretty hairy too.”

To emphasize his point, Dr. Lynch tugged at the neck of his scrubs a little to showcase an outpouring of chest hair. Suddenly feeling flushed, Gabriel absentmindedly reached for the color of his hoodie. He thought he was going to wave it in and out to circulate air movement, but instead he found himself scratching his own chest hair. It wasn’t as prominent as the man’s before him, but it was noticeable.

“Back to your question, I’d say finding a good brand of scrubs has also allowed me to stay in dentistry.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you.” Dr. Lynch lifted his feet up and off the desk before standing up. At 6’3, the man perfectly fit into his navy scrubs. The attire appeared as if it was an unintentional skinny fit, displaying all of the man’s musculature proudly. Without hesitation, the dentist grabbed the bottom of his top and brought it up, revealing his furry abs and the lower portion of his well-built pecs. Gabriel had to stop himself from letting his mouth drop open.

“Having good quality scrubs really allows my body to stay cool. All this hair keeps my active body in a state that can easily become odorous.” 

“So do you workout often?” Gabriel was too enthralled to even pretend he wasn’t turned on.

“All the time,” the dentist confirmed. “Dentist’s should be active in and outside of the office.”

Gabriel licked his lips, crossing his arms across his stomach to hold himself back from rushing forward and kissing the man across the desk. He knew he’d be able to too. The strong support in his abdominals would provide him with enough strength to stretch forward, and his own set of hefty pecs would easily press himself against the dentist.

To push his point further, Dr. Lynch then brought the scrubs up even further, displaying his entire upper shelf and the dense bushes hidden with his armpits. “Even the best scrubs can’t stop human nature however. Pits like these always leave stains.” He nonchalantly lifted his arms above his head, putting himself in a pose that fit more for a model than a dentist. The scrubs may have been a dark navy, but they didn’t stand a chance hiding the obvious wet circles inside each of the pits.

“I bet that’s a problem your quite familiar with,” Dr. Lynch noted. Gabriel blushed, lifting up one of his arms to reveal a similar-sized stain in the pit of his own sky blue scrubs. 

“Anyway, rushing back and forth between patient and patient has really molded my legs too.” Before Gabriel could even respond, the dentist had already brought one of his feet onto the desk and hiked back his scrubs. The bottoms disappeared to show strong calves, cut expertly to display the utmost amount of muscle. The length was covered in hair however, so the true mass was hidden behind the curly carpet.

“My quads are pretty excellent too,” Dr. Lynch chuckled. “And all the squatting has done wonders for my you-know-what.” Taking his leg off the desk, the man pushed the fabric of his pants back down before showcasing his profile to the high school senior. 

Gabriel couldn’t stop himself from drooling at the giant beach balls straining against the navy fabric. He had to shuffle himself uncomfortably once again to hide his boner, his ample bottom barely fitting in the chair. Dr. Lynch’s shoe had been doing a great job before, but it seemed like the shoe could no longer balance correctly. With his long, sturdy trunks and the help of his succulent thighs, he carefully maneuvered the object back into place. He just hoped the dentist hadn’t seen it.

“I’d say customer interactions have kept me in the job too,” Dr. Lynch remarked. “But I guess customers are just kinder to me naturally.”

“How so?”

“Stand up for me, will you?”

Gabriel followed instructions, hoping his hard dick wouldn’t show through his scrubs. It didn’t, so Gabriel couldn’t help but thank whoever from above had offered him their help. But when Dr. Lynch stepped directly in front of him, their eyes meeting directly across, Gabriel’s dick unfortunately twitched itself into pointing straight out.

“People are always nicer to those who are more attractive,” Dr. Lynch advised. “Look at me: younger but definitely matured, well-kept and well-off, and I give off a handsome aura that screams both ‘stable future’ and ‘rough sex’.”

“R…re…really?” Gabriel sputtered, so close to creaming himself.

“Definitely,” the dentist cooed back. “I bet you find that patients are more amiable with you all the time.”

Gabriel gulped, knowing it was true. Ever since middle school, people had always acted more affectionate to him than others. Maybe it was his lightly tanned skin from a mix of white and Latin descent. It could have also been his perfectly quaffed hair or pearly whites. Even his soft eyes or comforting natural musk might have been the culprit. Through high school, college, and dental school, he’d always been labeled as an ideal standard: academically and physically. And at 33, he was beginning to be regarded like fine wine: aging beautifully with the beginnings of wrinkles and the tiniest of gray hairs at his temples. 

“But you know what is the best part about being a dentist?”

“What?” Gabriel asked, losing himself in the fantasy.

“Knowing that at the end of the day, I’ll have this waiting for me.”

Dr. Lynch cupped the other man’s package, giving it a solid tug. With a pulse, the 8.5 inch cock responded like a dam breaking loose. The man’s hairy, hearty sac pushed a wave of sperm through his briefs and right into the scrubs. The light blue color absorbed the majority of the impact, but some of it made its way through the wall and into the Dr. Lynch’s hand. The dentist smirked and brought his fingers up to his lips, satisfied with the results.

“You got my scrubs stained!” the man groaned, his husky baritone register playfully growling.

“Like you didn’t have them already stained,” Dr. Lynch coyly replied. “And in other places too.”

“Looks like I won’t be the only one with this problem either,” the man nodded down to the Dr. Lynch’s wet crotch. They both let out a good laugh before he continued. “So can I assume I’m hired?”

“You may.” Dr. Lynch went behind his desk and grabbed a coat from his closet before tossing it to the man. “I’ve already had your name sewn in. I’ll meet you outside to take your picture for the waiting room.”

“Perfect,” Dr. Gonzalez replied, noticing his name positioned proudly above his left pec. He was happy to have found that the local dentist was looking for a new partner in the practice. The office had all the materials Dr. Gonzalez would need to stimulate his career and his experience. And unexpectedly, the office also had the all the materials Dr. Gonzalez would need to stimulate his libido. He couldn’t help but smile in excitement, thrilled about the career that laid ahead of him.