Alpha Encounters: Lee and the Happy Couple

Author’s Note: Decided to indulge my bi side a bit more for this story. Believe it or not, Lee is based on someone I met in real life, as most of my characters are. He was this super hot young dude, around my age, who started working out at my gym. He was super friendly and totally cool with the fact that I wasn’t straight. We started working out and saunaing together one summer. Then he moved away to go to school in Thunder Bay. Wonder what he’s up to now? Guess I can only dream.

Once upon a time in suburban Southern Ontario, I was a twenty-three-year-old alpha just out of college. It was summer and business was booming. Can’t say I learned much from my Business Administration degree that I didn’t learn on my own, but it did give me the chance to hook up with three buddies and startup our own landscaping and property maintenance business. Three years in we were pretty well established: Alpha Dog Properties. Dumb name, maybe, but it was intriguing enough to start getting us some phone calls. It was a sweet gig. We made enough money in the warm months that me and my buddies could spend most of the winters just snowboarding and sunning ourselves on the beaches of Florida. Like I said, sweeeeet! And word-of-mouth advertisement was helped by the fact that me and my buddies were all smoking hot. Why just get any landscaper, when you can get one who’s easy on the eyes, too?

As for myself, I was a ripped slab of beef back then: six-foot-one and 220 pounds of gym-hardened muscle. I may not have gotten much out of my classes at college, but I sure as hell made good use of the campus gym. Mix in clear skin, a chiselled jaw that usually sports just the right amount of sexy stubble, thick wavy black hair, a pair of killer blue eyes, and you’ve got me: Lee Rottweiler. Yup, like the dog. My three buddies are Carl, James, and Jason. Jason and I dated date back in college for almost a year before deciding that we made better friends. We still fuck pretty regularly, though. Dude has an amazing ass.

Anyways, it was one particularly hot Saturday in June and I was stripped to the waist mowing the lawn of customers that I’d had for three summers: Mr. and Mrs. Randall. They told me once to call them Chuck and Katie, but I could tell that they really liked it when I called them Mr. and Mrs. Randall, so I kept it up, even though they were only about fifteen years older than me. Anyways, it was super hot. All I wore was a pair of beat-up cut-off shorts that only came down to about mid-thigh, my huge legs almost totally filling them. Other than that I just had on an old pair of running shoes and a ball cap turned backwards. To shade my neck, of course!

Picture it: flecks of freshly mowed grass sticking to my broad, sweaty shoulders. My bowling ball sized ass stretching the seams of those cut-offs to near bursting. My waist and brick-like abs were narrow enough that the waistband still gaped a good inch or two. My hairy, bodybuilder’s legs flexing and powering through the job. The healthy patch of black fur on my chest narrowing down my ripped stomach and into my shorts, my silky fur glistening with sweat in the afternoon sun. Why lie? I was a fucking wet dream come to life!

The sweat poured down my body, soaking my cut-offs, and I was almost done mowing when I spotted Mrs. Randall sitting on the back porch watching me as she sipped a tall glass of iced tea. I had no idea how long she’d been there. She wore a white tank top and a loose, floral cotton skirt that billowed around her calves. Tall, blonde, legs for days. I smiled and tossed her a nod as I pushed the mower. She smiled and sipped her tea. Mrs. Randall was a total MILF except I knew that she didn’t have any kids. I kept mowing. Mr. Randall wasn’t there that day.

About fifteen minutes later I’d finished the back lawn. I turned the mower off, wiped my brow, took a deep breath, and stood with my hands on my hips admiring my work for a few seconds. I looked over at Mrs. Randall, who was sitting about twelve feet away and a bit above me, thinking I might strike up a conversation. I never got so much as a word out of my mouth. Mrs. Randall was sitting there with her iced tea in one hand and the other hand down south beneath the waistband of her skirt. She was looking at me and stroking herself off!

I smirked and turned to face her. As an alpha, shit like this happens to me all the time. Sometimes the pheromones get pumping out of me so strongly that people can’t control themselves around me, men or women. This was one of those times. I stood wide-legged with one hand on my hip, smirking at her, and brought the other hand to my crotch, cupping and massaging my balls as I eye-fucked her from twelve feet away. Her eyes went wide at this turn of events. Guess she didn’t think I’d be into it. She was wrong!

She put her iced tea down and took things up a notch. So did I. I was going commando that hot afternoon and my thick, alpha-sized dick lengthened down the leg of my cut-offs. I started stroking it through the thin fabric, the outline of a huge, nine-inch fuckstick totally visible to my female admirer. Her eyes got even wider and her mouth fell open, her hand down south moving more vigorously. My huge balls started to swell and churn out precum. I felt it ooze up my hard shaft and out the tip. Soon there was a visible wet spot on my shorts. My dick had lengthened almost to the ragged hem of those cut-offs as I reached my full-size of almost ten inches long. From the look on her face, Mrs. Randall was already pretty close. She looked flushed and her breathing got more rapid.

I raised one foot, rested it on a rock at the end of one of her flower beds, and rolled up the hem of my shorts, exposing the bulbous, leaky, lemon-sized head of my cock. I looked up at Mrs. Randall boyishly tenting my eyebrows and biting my lip as if to say, “Lookit what I’ve got, Mrs. Randall!”

She started beating her box even harder.

I tossed my ball cap off, letting my thick, wavy mane of black hair fall down and resumed stroking my cock against my thigh while thrusting my hips. Precum flowed out the tip like crazy, totally soaking my hairy, muscular groin. Mrs. Randall started moaning and threw her head back. I could tell she’d started cumming. I thrust my hips and stroked my cock a few more times before letting out a deep, primal grunt and sending out a dozen thick ropes of rich, white alpha semen all over her bed of begonias. She looked at me with wide eyes and started beating her box and cumming all over again at the sight of my superhuman orgasm. I could smell the juices between her legs from where I stood. She must’ve came buckets!

I pulled the hem of my shorts back down over my dick and planted my feet back on the ground. Grinning like crazy, I put my ball cap back on, tipped the brim and said,

“Thanks for the break, Mrs. Randall.”

She was still panting on her porch as I pushed the mower to the shed. Things between me and the Randalls only got more intense as that summer rolled on.

Hope you liked it. See you around. Kisses!

Yours,

Eric (linktr.ee/eaaldersen)