Alpha Encounters: Brody

A month after my eighteenth birthday, I packed my van with all my shit and moved away to college, trading my corn-fed Nebraska roots for the high-altitude crunchy granola lifestyle of Colorado. I had scored a single dorm room in the placement lottery system and had moved most of my stuff in, but I was beat! Moving dozens of boxes and three huge suitcases out of my van, across a parking lot, and up three flights of stairs into my dorm room had been exhausting. I had arrived late in the day, after the period when they had volunteers available to help you move. Dumb. And it had been a hot day. I sat in the back of my van, sweating like crazy, my long, shaggy black emo hair plastered to my forehead. I also hadn’t dressed very well for this task. My Smashing Pumpkins t-shirt and artfully stressed black jeans were soaked through and stuck to my lanky frame. I sat on the one thing I had left to move into my dorm room, arguably the most important thing: a big steamer trunk full of all my books. This was another dumb move.

I was so proud of myself being able to fit my whole library into this one big trunk. It had felt like solving a 3D puzzle of sorts. Then I went to lift it and it wouldn’t budge. Back in Nebraska I had three of my friends to help me lift it into my van. We all struggled to do it, but felt really accomplished when we’d finally hefted it into the back. It really helped anchor some other stuff. At the time I had given no thought whatsoever to how I was going to get it out of my van all by myself hours later. So there I sat, sweating and thinking.

The September sun pelted down hot and strong onto the walls of my van. I hadn’t even thought to bring a water bottle or anything like that with me. Dumb yet again. After a few short minutes I resolved that there was no way I could stay sitting here any longer, but my books would have to. I would need go back to my dorm room, empty out some smaller boxes, bring them down, transfer the books into those then carry those smaller boxes one at a time across the parking lot, up the three flights of stairs and...

“Unghhhhh...” I groaned in defeat. I was screwed. I was hot, dehydrated, exhausted and screwed.

I slumped against the warming metal of the side of my van, closed my eyes, and just breathed for a few minutes. I heard a cloud of youthful chatting and laughter move around the side of my van for not the first time. The campus was bustling. Then I heard,

“Hey, dude. Are you okay?”

I opened my eyes. A guy was leaning into the back of my van, his crowd of friends in the background, the setting sun behind them. For a second I thought I was having a heat-induced hallucination. Even in partial silhouette I could see that the guy leaning in towards me, a toothy grin stretched across his face, was smoking hot!

He was tall, easily over six feet, with wavy blonde hair and was built like a truck! He wore a pair of grey fleece shorts that came down to his knees and a blue t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. It was one of those t-shirts that the move-in volunteers wore, those helpful move-in volunteers who had mostly disappeared for well-deserved dinners by the time I had arrived. Even if the sleeves were still on that t-shirt, I doubt they could have contained this guy’s arms. He leaned into my van with one forearm resting on the metal where the top of the door met the roof, his other hand on his hip. The tuft of golden hair that decorated his armpit was in the centre of my vision. Above that sat an upper arm that looked to be easily bigger than my head! The guy’s forearms were thick and veiny, too. His shoulders were the size of bowling balls, and his chest filled out that t-shirt like it was painted on.

“Dude!” he repeated with a bit of a chuckle. “Are you okay?”

I broke out of my reverie and said, “Uh... yeah, I’m okay. I’m just, you know, finishing up my move.”

Here I slapped the steamer trunk beneath me. The dude sized up the trunk, sized up me, then turned to his friends and said,

“I’ll catch up with you guys later. Looks like I’ve got one more frosh to move in.”

“Oh, you don’t have to...” I began.

“Don’t worry about it, man. I love doing this stuff. I’m Brody.”

He extended his hand and we shook. My hand practically disappeared inside his huge paw. His grip was calloused and rough but gentle.

“I’m Griffon,” I replied.

“Cool name. Nice to meet ya. Welcome to Colorado State!”

Brody’s friends dispersed and I got up off the trunk, stretching my back.

“Did you move in everything else yourself?” Brody asked.

“Yeah. All the way from Lincoln.”

I jumped out of the van and onto the parking lot pavement. Brody towered over my five-foot-ten, emo punk frame. He reached into my van for the steamer trunk.

“Oh, I can hel–”

To my amazement Brody gripped the handles of the trunk, pulled it out of my van, and lifted it to below his chest like it was full of down pillows! His biceps bulged deliciously as he held it there.

“Lead the way, man,” he said, smiling.

We crossed the parking lot, climbed the stairs, and Brody hadn’t even needed a break! By this point I was convinced that I was in fact getting assistance from Captain America himself. Chris Evans had nothing on this guy! When we passed the residence desk the girl behind the counter called out to him.

“Hey, Brody! Still at it, eh?”

“Yeah, you know me,” Brody boomed back, beaming her a killer smile. “Glutton for punishment. Hey, throw my buddy here one of those gatorades behind you, would you? I don’t want him passing out on me.”

“Sure thing. Here you go.”

“Oh, wow! Thanks. I really need this,” I said. “How much.”

“No charge,” she said, smiling at Brody the whole time.

He winked at her as we passed by.

“Thanks, gorgeous,” he said as we continued on to my room.

Once we were in my room I had Brody set the trunk down at the foot of my bed. It landed with a solid thud. Then Brody stood up and let out a loud,

“Woooo!” as he stretched to the ceiling. “That sure brought my pump back.”

He found the mirror on the back of my door and flexed his arms in a few different poses, checking himself out. I was, of course, checking him out, too. Not only was this guy’s upper body built, he had the lower body to match it. His ass looked like he had a couple of basketballs below his back. His calves looked broad and strong, too, covered with golden fuzz. His thighs were hidden by the fabric of his shorts, but his knees looked muscled enough to stop a freight train. When he turned to the side I noticed the bulge at his crotch for the first time and my mouth fell open. It looked like he had a grapefruit stuffed inside his briefs! Then he dropped his pose, turned to me, and pointed at the steamer trunk.

“Dude, what’s in that thing? Dumbells or something?”

“Uh... not quite,” I said, and opened up the trunk to show him.

“Holy shit,” he said, smiling. He got down on his knees and started looking through my books. Then he looked up at me, holding a copy of Beyond Good and Evil and The Brothers Karamazov in one hand.

“You do realize,” he said, grinning at me, “that you’re gonna have stuff to read for your classes, right?”

“Yeah,” I said, kneeling down next to him, taking a sip of the neon blue elixir from the plastic bottle in my hand, “but I love reading, so...”

I shrugged and took another sip.

“Yeah, so do I, but... dang, dude! You’re next level! I mean, half these titles are on my ‘Must Read Before I Die’ list.”

“Really?”

I was genuinely surprised. We sat on the floor of my dorm for a bit and chatted. I had pegged Brody for a total meathead, but he was actually pretty smart. He was a second year Civil Engineering major who had an unexpected love for classic Western literature and Eastern philosophy. When I told him I was here for Comparative Literature he said,

“Yeah, that program is great. Well, at least the intro course is. I took it last year as one of my electives.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. In fact, I could probably share my notes with you if you want.”

“Wow! That’d be... awesome!”

The sun was streaming in through the windows and my room was getting hot. Landing a single room was great, but the southern exposure I could’ve done without.

“Man, it’s getting hot in here,” Brody said flapping the hem of his sweaty t-shirt. “I don’t suppose you’ve got anything here to drink.”

I had selfishly chugged my whole gatorade. Then I remembered! When I first got here I had put the six pack of beer that my dad gave me into the dorm’s mini fridge and plugged it in when I first arrived. Those brews should actually be nice and cold by now! I opened the fridge and took two out.

“Hey, look!” I said. “I actually thought ahead about something.”

“Sweet!” Brody said, taking one from me. “Thanks, dude.”

Brody obviously took this offer of a beer as a queue to make himself more comfortable. He cracked the beer open and took a long swig. Then he placed the can on my desk, stood up, and pulled his t-shirt off, hanging it on my doorknob. He kicked his running shoes off. Then he grabbed his beer and flopped on my bed, sitting himself up against the painted cinder block wall of my room, and pulled out a few more of my books to look through. Then he looked at me, grinned, and patted the spot on the mattress beside him. Obediently and gratefully, I took my place.

It was unexpectedly erotic. His huge body dominated the space of my bed as I sat beside him. He was so unapologetic, so confident as he pawed through my books, examining each one like he was browsing through the pages of my mind, casually sipping a beer the whole time. I was so close to him that I could feel the heat radiate from his muscular torso. His chest was just as amazing as I had imagined, but it also included a patch of golden fur in the centre that narrowed as it ran all the way down into his shorts. Even sitting down his stomach looked like it had been carved by Michelangelo. His back and shoulders were so broad he was easily twice as wide as me.

We continued chatting and going through my books as the sun went down. Brody was on the varsity weightlifting team and had actually won several state and national titles. The past summer he’d even won a state-wide bodybuilding championship. None of this came as a surprise. The surprise came when he dug a few layers deeper into my library.

“Whoa...” he said, pulling out a few steamy paperback gay romance novels. “What do we have here?”

He grinned and playfully pulled the titles away from me when I grabbed for them. I fell across his lap as he held them at arm’s length.

“Shit!” I said, laughing and feeling the effects of my second beer. “I forgot those were in there.”

“Well don’t hide the best stuff, dude,” he said, smiling down at me. I smiled back.

“Pick one,” he said, grinning wickedly, his azure eyes dancing. “And find a hot few pages for us.”

I was shocked. Not only was this guys smoking hot, he was into dudes! Again, I obeyed and did as he said. I looked through my books and picked out Hot Head by Damon Suede for us to read...

With ladies, Griff was always so afraid he’d break them. Sex with his wife had been a series of careful intrusions that ended in a cautious, happy squirt followed by a quick rinse ‘cause she didn’t like the mess. Leslie spent years trying to coax him into experimenting and letting go and getting freaky, but he’d lived in terror of hurting her, of pushing her too far, of breaking her open with his beer-can dick. He wasn’t a monster. His wanting was so big and she was so tiny.

Not Dante. Dante was a great, glossy beast. So strong, so strong that even now he was lifting Griffin of the ground as they struggled closer. Their cocks smashed together with a shivery ache that radiated outward, soaking through him sunrise warm.

Every inch of Griff vibrated and sang like a plucked bass. His scalp tingled and his hands itched and where their hot skin pressed, the soft slick slip of their muscles over each other was so sweet that he thought he would actually cry out. Under his pants, his erection was like granite against his hip...

“Whoa...” Brody breathed. “This one’s great.”

I was a little surprised. This guy was obviously gay, or at least bi. I couldn’t believe my luck!

“So...” I said tentatively, “You’re into this stuff?”

“Yeah, man. Hot is hot. And the one character has the same name as you!”

I chuckled.

“Yeah, I know. Different spelling, though.”

“Still... This stuff is hot. Got me going, man.”

Here Brody put the book aside and pawed his crotch. My eyes widened as I saw his impressive bulge get even bigger. Outside the sun was setting behind the mountains.

“Whoa...” I breathed, staring, mesmerized. I felt Brody’s other muscular arm wrap around my shoulders and pull me close.

“What do you think, man?” he breathed down at me. “Wanna get sweaty with me again?”

I looked up at him. He was smiling. Then he moved closer and kissed me. My eyes closed. I felt him pull me closer. I felt his other hand come to the back of my neck and support my head as he pressed his lips onto mine and gently pried into my mouth with his tongue. I exhaled and yielded, relaxing completely in his arms. I pawed at his crotch and was surprised again by what I felt there. A huge, hardening sausage had escaped his briefs and started lengthening down one leg of his shorts. Two firm, meaty tangerines squirmed and swelled beneath my fingers. My own cock was hard, too, inside my tight black, jeans, demanding release. Then I felt something new.

A flood of athletic, sexual energy ran through my body like warm water and I suddenly felt the cherry of my ass puckering open and closed all on its own. I’d never felt hornier in my entire life! I’d had sex before. Enough to consider myself a top, actually. I had a nice sized dick. Never underestimate the tall skinny guy. But my body obviously wanted me to bottom for this stud. I wasn’t going to argue!

Brody broke our kiss and said, “Lose the clothes.”

I got off of him and undressed as he pulled off his shorts and socks. Brody pushed the books on my bed and they cascaded onto the floor. Inside a minute we were both naked. I stood beside the bed as Brody laid himself back on it, resting his head back on his hands, laying himself out before me like a beefcake buffet, his huge cock laying like a log on his hard stomach. He nodded at my cock, a respectable eight inches, and said,

“Nice one, bro.”

I still felt like a eunuch as I looked down at his cock. It must’ve been close to ten ass-splitting inches of hard, pulsating penis, leaking copious amount of pre onto his rocky abs. He thrust his crotch into the air, huge smile on his face, and said,

“Jump on, bro! Have fun!”

I immediately straddled his horse-like thighs and sucked the head of his huge cock into my mouth.

“Mmmmm...” he purred as I worked him, cupping his huge balls with one hand and stroking his shaft with the other as I bobbed and slurped for all I was worth. I felt like I needed another set of hands to be doing this properly. I truly couldn’t quite fit both his testicles in one hand! But I made up for it with effort and Brody sounded like he was enjoying himself. Not only that but his cock was leaking precum in truly unnatural quantities. I couldn’t even swallow all of it, but I sure tried. It tasted amazing! It was what I imagined distilled liquid masculine strength tasted like. Soon, in addition to my fluttering asshole, another unfamiliar sensation crept into my body.

Initially I thought, “There’s no way I’ll be able to swallow even half of this cock.” But after a few minutes my throat got all warm, tingly, and lose. My confidence increased and before I knew it my nose was buried in his musky, golden pubes. My hands held onto his massive, hairy thighs as I pumped myself up and down, silently congratulating myself on the cocksucking skills that I didn’t even know I had.

“Awwwwe, yeah...” Brody purred. “That’s it dude. Deep-throat that monster.”

He started rolling his hips in time with me as I sucked. I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror on the back of my door and truly could not believe what I saw. Guys this hot aren’t supposed to exist. Even if they did they aren’t supposed to be this hung. Even if they were they aren’t supposed to be into other dudes! Even if they are, how the hell am I taking this whole cock without rupturing my throat!? Then I felt Brody’s hands gently grip the sides of my head as he started thrusting harder and I stopped thinking entirely.

“Fuck, Griffon!” he said. “You are one hot, little piece! Oh yeah... Oh yeah... Oh! Yeah! Oh... YEAH!!!”

I felt Brody’s cock get even bigger and harder just before erupting down my throat like a blocked up garden hose that had finally released. I felt his hot load of thick cream shoot directly into my stomach like the sudden injection of a warm, super-sized milkshake!

Then he reared up, pulled me off of his throbbing cock and kissed me, his seed sloshing around in our mouths. Before I knew it our positions were reversed. There I was on my back looking up at this wall of sweaty muscle below a movie-star face lightly veiled with wavy blonde hair. He was smiling, but now there was an animal quality to it, like a wolf grinning down at his prey. He reached down and stroked our cocks in his hand.

“Unnnnnngh!” I groaned and threw my head back. It felt amazing. Brody’s cock was still pulsating, leaking a steady stream of his milky juices which now covered both of our cocks. His was still rock hard, too, like a flesh covered rolling pin.

He let go of our cocks, slipped his huge, leaky penis behind my balls and up to my ass, smearing my hole with his juices. My confidence began to flag and I felt a small spike of fear. What if this guy tore me open with that thing!? I mean, this was a cock that could literally kill someone! And in all the moving boxes around me, not one of them contained any lube. Then, gradually, as Brody leaked his juices all over my ass, the same feeling that had encompassed my throat and made taking that cock possible began to spread through my nether regions. Then the tip of his cock found the puckering cherry of my ass and pushed ever so slightly. My ass opened and closed around the very tip, still fluttering and spasming, like it was suckling from his penis.

“That’s it, buddy,” Brody cooed down at me. “That’s it.”

He moved his huge penis back and forth by millimetres. Slowly that warm, lose, tingly feeling spread and he pushed the whole head of his cock into me. I gasped and gripped onto his rock hard, bulging triceps, my fingertips digging into the firm flesh. Brody grinned and pushed a little more. Every fraction of an inch that entered me drove me into a spasm of pleasure. When his cock was about halfway buried inside of me my own cock erupted, hands-free, spraying both of us with my seed.

“Yeah,” Brody cried. “That’s it, buddy! Let it fly!”

Then he pushed the second half of his cock into me and I blacked out for a few seconds. When I came to, I was drowning in a sea of sexual sensations as Brody thrust himself inside of me, our torsos now in full contact, his muscles squishing my cum between us as he thrust his hips and worked his enormous cock inside of me. He was panting and sweating, his face inches from mine. Beads of sweat fell from his body down onto mine. Then he looked into my eyes and said,

“You’re mine now, Griffon.”

His voice was deep and gruff, rolling out of his panting throat like thunder.

“Once I breed you you’re not gonna want anyone else. And I’m gonna give you all you can take. And right after this you’re gonna breed me with that big cock of yours and show me the man that you are. Then the bonding will be complete.”

The what? I wasn’t fully registering everything at that point. I was delirious with pleasure. My own cock was indeed rock hard again, squirming around between our lower torsos in a soup of cum and sweat as Brody continued fucking me to heaven and back. He thrust deeply one more time and growled. I felt his cock throb and shoot its load up inside of me. The warmth spread through out my entire body and I’d never felt sexier in my entire life. How in the hell could he be cumming so much again!? So soon after that last massive load!

Brody collapsed onto me, gently thrusting and emptying his seed into me for well over a minute. I felt his powerful heartbeat gradually slow.

Eventually he withdrew his softening cock from me and my ass closed up surprisingly tight. He rolled off of me and I rolled onto him, my hard cock rubbing against his thigh. He smiled and me. We kissed. Then he reached down and stroked my cock.

“Ready for round two, buddy?”

I was so ready! The fatigue from the day had blown away like a layer of dust. I’d never felt more energized and horny in my life!

“Absolutely!” I said. “Show me that pussy, stud!”

“Fuck yeah!”

Author's Note: Hot Head by Damon Suede is a real book and definitely worth a read! Check out my linktr.ee/eaaldersen if you wanna get in touch. Later! -- Eric