Alpha Encounters: Mac

Hey, everyone! This story is inspired by another Instahunk, but unlike Addison he also has a decent OF page AND he does dudes! Look up mac.stl for some viewing material while you read and you won’t be disappointed. --Eric

It was my first Saturday night in Leipzig, Germany. Going on exchange for my second year of university might have been one of the best decisions I ever made. My buddy Alec from my program and I were going out clubbing to celebrate and he was introducing me to his German cousin, Mac.

“You’ll fall in love with him, Evan. Literally! He just came out as gay last year.”

I rolled my eyes. Alec was straight, but he was a great guy.

Yeah, right, I thought. Fall in love. We’ll see about that.

I was just about four months out of a relationship with my last boyfriend and the breakup was tough. He was shitty to me. And I was way too patient with him. About a month ago I had stopped rehearsing what I would say if I ever saw him again, so I figured I was over him. Now it was time to get under someone!

Hi, I’m Evan. And this is the story of how I met the guy who changed my life.

Alec and I took the metro to the bar. I was constantly checking myself out in every reflection I could see. I wanted to make a good impression for my first night on the town in a new city –new country!

I was looking pretty good that night. It was warm without being humid, so I decided on a classic look: t-shirt and jeans. The shirt was an Eve6 concert tee that I alter to make more fitted, figured I’d represent Canada a little bit (not that anyone would likely get the reference). And I filled out those jeans pretty well. I had started putting more effort into my physique since my breakup and it was already starting to show. I was determined to keep that up in Germany. I’d already acquainted myself with the campus athletic facilities. I had a modest frame of just five-foot-eight and about 155 pounds, but I was looking pretty cute ever since my skin cleared up the year before. I’d let my hair grow into a massive mop of loose brown curls that fell down around my ears. My best assets were my eyes, a piercing blue. And my ass. I may not have been the buffest twink in the gym, but I had a really narrow waist and a plump butt that always filled out the seat of my pants. I did a half turn in the subway to check myself out from behind in the reflection from the plexiglass. I smiled. Not bad. A voice in my head couldn’t wait for my ex to see my epic Instagram stories from this coming semester. But I was over him... really.

I’d been in the country for less than a week, barely recovered from my jetlag, the culture shock hadn’t even started to seep in yet, and Alec insisted that we make the most of our last week of freedom before classes started. Already my German wasn’t as great as I thought it was when I got on the plane in Toronto. Everyone seemed to understand me, but I had to ask people to repeat themselves way more often than I would’ve liked. The city seemed so alive with activity as we made our way down the main street to the dance club.

Alec and I walked in and immediately descended a long staircase into the basement were they checked our IDs. It was early yet and not that crowded. Alec motioned to the bar and pointed out his cousin.

“That’s him, there,” Alec said. “That’s Mac, leaning against the bar.”

My jaw dropped. He was one of the hottest guys I’d ever seen –in real life or anywhere else.

I watched Mac lean against the bar wearing a black leather jacket over a clean, white tank top and a pair of destroyed blue jeans that revealed patches of two hairy, muscular legs. The crotch of those jeans rounded around what must’ve been a very respectable package underneath. Above the neckline of his tank top I saw a patch of neatly trimmed chest hair sprouting between two hard and meaty-looking pecs. He was tall, too. About six-foot-two. He finished off his look with brown, leather boots, a chunky pewter chair around his neck, a pair of metal studs in his ears, and a dark green bandana tied around his forehead. The bandana would’ve looked dumb on someone else, but on this guy only seemed to accentuate the look he was going for.

“No way is this guy gay,” I thought to myself. “The gods aren’t that kind. Alec must be mistaken.”

And he was super good-looking. I shouldn’t have been surprised; Alec told me he was a professional model. He had a baby face with cupid’s bow lips, but about two days worth of stubble, enough to show that he was capable of growing a very full beard if he wanted to. Even in the jacket I could tell he was in very good shape; the taper from his broad shoulders down to a waspish waist was incredible. He looked kind of like a buff version of Ryan Phillippe from Cruel Intentions. His hair was short on the sides and back with a mop of loose, chestnut brown curls on top. He had brown eyes, too, set under thick but neat brows with a seeking look in them as his gaze floated around the dancefloor.

We entered the room and approached him. He grinned and tossed Alec a nod as we walked up to him. He and Alec pulled each other in for one of those uber-bro shoulder slap hugs and Alec introduced me:

“Mac, das ist Evan.”

“Nice to meet you,” Mac said in accented English, jutting his chin out at me and smiling.

I replied in stilted German, “Du auch. Wie ist die Musik heute Abend?”

Or, “You, too, man. How’s the music tonight?”

Mac’s eyebrows went up and for the rest of the night we all spoke mostly in German with Alec occasionally helping to translate or smooth things over. I was grateful that the music wasn’t super loud.

About twenty minutes after our introductions we decided to hit the dance floor. Mac shrugged off his leather jacket, tossed in over a chair, and my jaw nearly hit the ground. I was prepared for a nice physique on this guy, but his torso was nothing short of godly, especially his arms! Bulging, round biceps that must’ve stretched the tape to 18 or 19 inches, thick furry forearms, and shoulders that looked like bowling ball implants. He even had these super cool tattoo sleeves above his wrists: a tiger’s face on his right and a metallic looking bird’s wing on his left. His back filled out that clean, white tank top like it was painted onto him and he moved like liquid sex as his body found the rhythm and he joined us on the dance floor. I could barely take my eyes off him. And the same was true for most of the girls and half of the guys in the club. But Mac was super cool, acting like he didn’t even realize he was moistening and tenting crotches all around him.

Before the end of the second song Mac had a super hot girl grinding up on his front and one on his back as he danced. And he was super into it. I watch as he kissed and caressed one of them on the neck, the way a sexy vampire would. I knew he couldn’t have been gay. Alec must’ve been pulling my leg. Then he looked up at me, smiling and winking just before he pulled a girl into him, pressing her boobs against his muscular chest. I nearly fainted!

Later on Mac and I were having beers off in a corner of the room while Evan was outside having a cigarette. It was a warm night. After all that dancing a light sheen of perspiration covered both of us, but on Mac it looked amazing. The coloured lights of the club bounced off the sculpted muscles of his arms and shoulders like he was made of literal steel. He also had a smear of lipstick on his mouth and cheek. I pointed it out to him. He grinned and wiped it off.

“You’re a pretty popular guy tonight.”

“Yeah, I suppose. Not really finding what I’m looking for though.”

“No? Hot girls aren’t you thing?”

“Sometimes, yeah. But tonight I’m looking for a twink.”

Holy, shit! He wasn’t straight after all! He must’ve registered surprise on my face.

“What?” he asked. “I figured Alec told you I was bi.”

“Well... he said gay.”

Mac shrugged his delicious shoulders and tossed me a grin. “Guess he was half right.”

I took another swig of my beer to prepare myself and maybe raise my confidence.

“So... you’re looking for a twink tonight, huh? Why so specific?”

“I started an Only Fans page a couple of months ago. So far I’m making decent money just flexing and jerking off. But my fans want me to fuck someone. Ninety percent of my fans are gay guys. And I like being the dominant one in bed. So I guess I’m looking for a sub exhibitionist twink who’s hot enough to make a sex tape with me.”

“Tall order.”

Mac nodded in agreement as his gaze floated around the room. Then he looked over at me, grinning and sizing me up.

“How about you,” he said, nodding at me, locking eyes with me. “You wanna bottom for me?”

“Maybe,” I said with a grin and more finesse than I thought I had.

“You’ve got a great ass,” Mac said. “I was checking you out on the dance floor. Can you take a big dick?”

“How big?” I was genuinely dying to know.

“It’s not super long, but it’s thick.”

“How thick?”

Mac shrugged his shoulders and thrust his denim clad crotch forward a bit.

“See for yourself,” he said with a wicked grin.

I looked down toward his bulging package, wondering if he was serious. I guess we were in a pretty secluded corner. Not that anyone in a place like this would really care if we groped each other. I took a step toward him to close the space between us. I pulled up the hem of his tank top to reveal a rocky, muscled stomach covered in a patch of neatly trimmed brown fur that plunged down into his jeans. I slipped my other hand down beneath his briefs and felt around. My eyes went wide and Mac’s grin broadened just before he casually sipped his beer as I checked out his goods.

It was big. I’d love to know what his definition of “super long” is if he thinks his cock is “not super long.” It wasn’t even hard, but it was definitely swelling and lengthening as I massaged and stroked it a bit. And it was thick! Taking it would be a nice challenge. And it would feel soooooo good stretching me out. Mac was uncut and his balls were big, too. They felt meaty and full as I palmed them.

“Nice,” I managed to say, mustering as much cool as I possibly could.

“You too,” he rumbled into my ear.

A second later I felt his hand slip around me and under my pants to grab at the flesh of my ass.

“Mmmmm...” he purred as he grabbed my ass. “Nice... plump... meaty... pussy.”

I felt his cock swell even more, the head of his penis expanding out of its foreskin.

“You’d look so hot on camera,” he said to me.

“Well...” I said, stroking his delicious cock. “I’d love to get naked with you, but... I don’t know about that.”

“Well, how about a practice round?”

I grinned. He leaned down and kissed me. By now his cock had lengthened down the leg of his jeans and started leaking precum all over my hand. Five minutes later Mac and I were saying good night to Alec and hailing a taxi.

My first night with Mac was amazing. After a night of getting multiple orgasms from a man with the body of a Norse god, the face of an angel, and the cock of a pornstar, I would have agreed to anything he wanted. I came so much that night, two days later my balls still felt like they were recharging. Mac’s cock was long enough that we could have sex in any position at all, and we tried several. And it was deliciously thick, but he took so much time warming me up with his tongue and fingers that taking it was no problem –it felt amazing! So, yes, I agreed to be his bottom on camera for his OnlyFans page, on the condition that the video didn’t show my face. He was cool with that. It didn’t even occur to me to ask for money. Getting fucked by him seemed payment enough.

Less than a week later we made the video. He ate my ass out for more than half an hour and lubed me up before he started recording. I was face down on his bed, my ass toward the camera. I was already purring by the time he pressed record and climbed onto the bed. He flexed and gave a few saucy looks to the camera before mounting me and shoving his dick inside my ass. He didn’t go slowly, eliciting a sudden yelp from me as his cock stretched me out and his bulbous head rubbed against my already rock hard prostate. He fucked me on my stomach for a while, sandwiching me into the mattress with his muscular body. Then he pulled on my hips, getting me up on my hands and knees for some doggy style action. My cock was hard as a nail, spewing precum below me with every thrust that he made. And he was thrusting hard, his hips slapping into my ass, his big, meaty balls flinging themselves into mine. I imagined what the camera was seeing. His perfect, sculpted ass flexing rhythmically as he fucked, owning my ass like a true alpha male. His broad, rocky back filling up the shot and those big, muscular arms holding onto my hips, his big balls swinging back and forth.

I was moaning like crazy. I wasn’t going to last for long, but he had said I didn’t need to. The video was only going to be five minutes or so. So I clamped down with my prostate and held back for as long as I could, but then Mac started hammering me double-time and that was that. I orgasmed, letting my load fly all over the towel beneath me, moaning like a bred bitch.

“Ohhhhh... ya...” Mac growled as he felt my ass clenching around his cock. He thrust extra deep and just left it there, feeling my prostate pulse against the head of his cock.

I collapsed into my own cum, panting like crazy as he pulled out of me and took the condom off. Then he grabbed the camera and held it with one hand as he stroked himself off against my ass. With a deep, primal grunt came all over me. He filmed it all.

Wow. Suddenly I had a sex tape. It was such a turn on, knowing that so many people were going to see this video, but no one would ever know it was me. I felt a certain power in that.

That was the first night of many. Mac fucked me and filmed it almost weekly for the whole semester I was abroad. After a few weeks we were both comfortable not ever using condoms. Neither of us was fucking anyone else. And oh... my... gawd... the first night that he came inside of me felt almost too good to be true! Not only were Mac’s loads huge, but once we started doing it bare I felt strangely... energetic afterwards. You know how you normally get kinda tired after cumming, well, after Mac shot a load into me I felt the exact opposite, like I’d been sexually super charged or something. And I was ready to go another round. Mac was always ready to go another round! The guys balls never seemed to empty!

But we also hung out as friends, had dinner with Alec and others, went clubbing. Some nights after fucking Mac and I just hung out naked in his apartment, watching videos, cooking, playing cards, drinking. He was pretty sweet and affectionate with me as well as being sexy. We spent a lot of time at his apartment, it was a really nice, bright loft space. Mac obviously pulled in a lot of dough as a model. His building even had a fully equipped gym in the basement which we often made use of. He thought it was great that I was into fitness, too.

Working out with Mac was surreal. Once I was able to control myself from immediately boning the second I saw him lifting any weights and actually pay attention, I got some really great workout advice. Over the course of the next weeks and months, my body started looking more toned and muscular than ever. I looked fucking great! Mac looked fucking great! And we looked fucking great together! I couldn’t believe it. I was fuck buddy to a German supermodel. How did that happen!?

But I never let myself fall in love or anything. Even though it would have been sooooo easy. It never felt like we were boyfriends or anything like that. We both knew I was going back to Canada in December. Nevertheless, it was the greatest three months of my life. I had never felt so alive. My body had never felt so fulfilled, so satisfied, so healthy. I was like I was permanently a little bit high, but my senses were all heightened, too.

Before I left to come home Mac and I promised to stay in touch over the internet. We were already talking about him coming to visit me in Toronto and staying for Pride in the summer. That would be lit!

A few weeks after I was home, I got a letter in the mail from Mac. At least, I thought it was a letter. When I opened it, it was a bank money order for 60,000 Euros! Which was about $90,000 Canadian dollars!

I immediately called him to ask if it was a joke. It wasn’t. It was my half of the proceeds from our OnlyFans videos. I couldn’t believe it! In one summer, Mac made almost two hundred grand just from OnlyFans!? This one payment would cover my entire university education!

I guess it’s true what they say. Sex sells.