Alpha Encounters: Addison

“Awe, fuck. I’ll just say it. That was hands down the best blowjob I’ve ever had! I mean... Bravo, dude!”

It won’t surprise you to hear that this was not the last time Kyle helped me out in this fashion, not by a long shot. But enough background. Back to my solitary studying on a Saturday night that next Spring. I looked over at Kyle’s empty bed on the other side of the room. I’ll bet he was out having a good time. And it was a gorgeous night!

I had the windows open, allowing a warm, Spring breeze from the park across the street to come through. It moved across my bare legs and torso, making my leg hair stand on end and my nipples harden. The sounds of laughter, lively conversations, and heels clicking on the sidewalk floated up to me as I stared at my computer screen. I tried to ignore the boner twitching between my left thigh and the fabric of my shorts. I tried to ignore my balls as they rolled in my sack. I tried to ignore the precum oozing out the tip of my cock and lubricating my leg. I failed.

I worked my way to a good stopping point then logged off and threw on some more clothes. I needed to burn off some energy. It was my only chance of getting any more work done tonight. I’d already jerked off twice. I knew that meeting my friends, even for “just a little bit,” would kill my whole evening and tomorrow morning. So that left the gym.

Soon enough I was racking the barbell after my third set of squats. I spent more time in the weight room and less time on the track than any other guy on the basketball team, but it worked for me. With all the power I’d packed into my legs, I had a 33 inch vertical jump and could dunk just as well as the guys four inches taller than me. Anything I lacked in endurance I more than made up for with speed and agility. I had a proven strategy on the court. I’d pace myself as much as I could, and then the second the ball was in my hands –boom! I was halfway to the net before anyone even knew where to look.

The gym would be closing in about an hour, so it was pretty empty, just a couple other guys like me in the big, hanger-style weight room banging out some reps to distract themselves from the fact that it was Saturday night. I didn’t recognize anyone. I’m normally opening the gym, not closing it.

After my next set I stopped to stretch before moving on to something else. I was nicely warmed up, too. I chucked my sweatshirt and sat down wearing just my tank top, shorts, and a ball cap turned backwards. It was there, while sitting on the floor in a twist with one arm wrapped around a bent knee, that I saw him. A dude unlike any I’d ever seen before strutted into the weight room and claimed a bench press station not twelve feet away from me. I must’ve been staring, but I couldn’t help myself!

He was just an inch or two taller than me, but must’ve had about forty pounds more muscle packed onto him. Wearing just sweatpants and a black tank top, his huge, round shoulders and bulging arms were on full display. That black tank top looked like it could barely contain his wide chest and lats as he sat on his bench stretching his torso out. He must’ve seen me looking, because he looked my way and gave me a nod and smile. I returned it with a slight wave of my hand then looked down. Then quickly looked back up again, but tried to look like I wasn’t. The guy had a shaggy head of shoulder length black hair and a ruddy complexion that just seemed to radiate strength and vitality. I watched as he loaded his bar. No way! He was gonna bench 400 pounds!? I just had to watch.

The guy swung his arms, slid under the bar, and cranked out his first rep like it was child’s play. Then another. Then another. And another! I thought this guy was testing his max, but he was doing reps! I counted eight before he racked it, sat up and took a swig from his water bottle. He glanced my way again and must’ve seen me gawking. I switched positions into another stretch. This guy was so built he actually had me turning away like some bashful, little twig noobie! Me!

As I sat there with my back turned I swear I could feel this guy’s presence somehow, like he radiated some kind of energy. Then, much to my surprise and annoyance, my boner started coming back.

“Awe, fuck,” I thought. Not now. Not just as I was considering going up and introducing myself to this guy. I didn’t know who he was, but if he had some secret as to how to get so freaking jacked, I wanted to know it. Then, a moment before I reached down to adjust my junk, I heard a voice from behind me.

“Hey, man,” came the deep rumble.

I turned around and looked up. The mountain of muscles had approached me. As I sat on the floor looking up at him, that’s truly how he looked, more like a massive feature of geology than a man. He was smiling, though, and looked friendly enough.

“Hey,” I managed to reply, flashing a smile of my own. “How’s it going?”

“Good, man. But I was wondering if you could spot me. Looking around, you seem like the only guy here who could handle the job.”

He motioned with a smile to the rest of the gym. The only two other guys left in the weight room looked like a couple of scrawny track stars.

“Yeah, sure dude,” I said. “Just, uh... gimmie a minute. I’ll be right over.”

He smiled and returned to his bench. I adjusted my junk and told my penis to behave.

When I walked over to his bench I saw that he’d added another 50 pounds to the bar.

“Whoa!” I said. “Dude, leave some weight for the rest of us.”

He laughed and slid under the bar as he said, “I’m going for six.”

“Cool. Do you... want help getting it off?”

“Nah, I’m good.”

I was in awe. He did six reps easily. Then loaded the bar up to 490 and did two more sets of four, only needing my help to rack it at the top of his very last rep.

“Way to go, man!” I said, slapping him on the shoulder as he sat up.

“Thanks.”

“I’m Addy,” I said, holding out my hand.

“Brian,” he said, taking my hand and giving it a firm shake. Even his forearms were thick and corded. “Haven’t seen you around, but... sure looks like you do your share of lifting, too.”

“Yeah, I’m usually a morning guy. Just here trying to clear my head a bit. I’m on the basketball team. You?”

“I’m not on any team. I’m in my final year of Comp Sci.”

“Oh, yeah? Cool. Me too. First year, though.”

“Nice.”

Just then the lights flickered. Closing time, already?

“Well,” Brian said. “I guess if we want a shower we’d better get one now. You coming?”

“Yeah, for sure.”

In the locker room I couldn’t help but stare and admire. The second Brian shucked his tank top he did a little flexing in the locker room mirror to check out his pump. His chest was amazing, but I was unprepared for how ripped his stomach was. Usually guys that big don’t have a lot of definition, but Brian’s adonis belt was just as rocky and defined as mine, maybe even better. I just stood there, buck naked, holding my towel.

“Man,” I said. “You sure have put a lot of effort into that body.”

“Yup,” Brian said, bringing his hands together for a most muscular pose. “It’s a labour of love. Mostly I just love how it feels. Being strong is awesome. Being big is awesome.”

Then he dropped the pose and turned to me to say, “But I don’t need to tell you that. You’re pretty damn big yourself. And uh... getting bigger as we speak.”

Brian smirked and glanced down at my crotch. Much to my embarrassment, my boner had begun to return again.

“Oh, yeah,” I said sheepishly. “Sorry, dude. I’ve been horny as fuck tonight. Came here trying to work it off. You know how it is.”

“Yeah,” he said with smile as he pulled down his sweatpants, “I know how it is.”

Before I go on to describe what I saw next, remember that not only am I myself very well hung, but I spent much of my spare time working out and showering with varsity basketball players. Knowing that, believe me when I tell you, Brian had the biggest set of equipment I have ever seen! Hanging from a neatly trimmed bush of black pubes was a soft cock thicker than mine got at its very hardest and almost as long! Not only that, but the dude’s balls were huge. The looked like a pair of fuzzy tangerines. There went my last, lingering suspicion that this guy might have been juicing. My dick plumped a bit more.

“C’mon,” Brian said with a cocky look on his face. “Let’s hit the showers.”

As I soaped up next to this prime specimen of manhood, running suds all over my own ripped body, I couldn’t help but throw a full bone in salute.

“Nice,” Brian chuckled, looking down at my crotch.

“Sorry, dude,” I said, grabbing hold of my cock. “I’ve gotta take care of this if I wanna get any work done tonight.”

“No problem, man. I’ll join you.”

Just when I thought I couldn’t get more impressed by this guy, I watched as his cock inflated to its full size. I would’ve thought that a cock that big wouldn’t stand straight up. Mine is so heavy it doesn’t get much past 90 degrees from my legs, but Brian’s got insanely hard, covered with thick, throbbing veins to nourish it and stood right up against the brickwork of his abs. The top of it was well above his navel. Dude might’ve had a footlong!

There we stood, two mega hung, muscled up studs stroking our cocks –each of us using both hands for the job– as the hot, steamy water cascaded down around us. I was the first to blow, sending half a dozen thick shots of white cum flying from the tip of my cock before it slowed to a dribble. Thirty seconds later Brian let loose his load. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped as I watch this stud blast over a dozen thick ropes of semen that arched up in the air to eye-level and then fell a good six feet away from him! Following this he released another six or so mortal-level shots before he finally stopped pumping.

“Mmmmm...” he purred. “Needed that more than I realized.”

Not only was the volume of his orgasm beyond pornstar level, the smell of it filled the shower room, filled my lungs, and –for some reason-- I found it turning me on all over again. My dick, even after that super satisfying orgasm, was still hard as a rock. Then we heard the closing buzzer go off.

“Guess we’d better get out of here,” Brian said.

“Yeah... guess so.” I was still kind of stunned.

“Hey, man, let’s trade numbers,” he said as he towelled off, his huge, half-hard dick swinging in front of him like an extra limb. “We should workout again sometime. If I can get my ass out of bed early enough to meet you.”

“Yeah. For sure, dude.”

After I left the gym I walked back to my dorm on complete auto-pilot. I woke up that morning feeling like hot shit, like one of the big men on campus. Little did I know that there were guys out there on a level so far above me as to make me feel like a scrawny high schooler again. Actually, no, I didn’t feel like that. Part of me thought that I should have felt that. But the truth is, I didn’t feel bad at all. In fact, after my encounter with Brian I actually felt studlier than ever, as if some of what he had –whatever that might have been– had rubbed off. And I was also hornier than ever. By the time I opened the door to my dorm, I had a half-chubbed dick swinging down the one leg of my shorts and my balls felt as full as ever. I went inside.

“Heya, Addy!”

Kyle had returned and was reading on his bed. He lounged on his stomach with the book in front of him, his legs bent and swaying in the air behind him. He had a grey tank top on and plaid pyjama bottoms. His tank top was riding up a bit and his pyjamas hung just low enough for me to see the top of his ass crack. And it was a nice ass –high, round, plump. Kyle loved his squats and lunges.

I was never one of those guys who had to consider himself 100% straight at all times. I always figured that everybody, including me, lived somewhere on a spectrum. I mean, I did enjoy getting the occasional blowjob from my gay roommate, after all. Before I’d always thought of Kyle as cute. But standing there, looking at him now, for the first time I thought he was sexy. Seeing that smiley face, that bouncy booty, that toned body, even that little patch of wispy hair at the bottom of his spine, my body was ready to go.

“Hey,” I said back, putting my gym bag down and just staring at him, hands on my hips.

“Good workout?”

“Yeah.”

“So... what’s going on?”

Kyle could tell something was up with me. I wasn’t quite sure how to broach this conversation so I just came right out with it.

“You wanna get naked?”

“Seriously?” he said, a huge smile blossoming on his face.

“Seriously,” I replied, immediately pulling my shirt off and dropping trow to reveal my quickly hardening boner. Kyle’s eyes went wide, but he was still smiling.

“You mean... you just want another blowjob?”

“No, man. I’m super horned up. Blowjob ain’t gonna cut it tonight. Let’s just fucking go, dude.”

In a flash Kyle tossed his book over his shoulder, took his shirt off, and wriggled out of his pyjama bottoms, all while still lying on his stomach. I immediately climbed on top of him, sandwiching our bodies together, my cock nestling between his firm, fuzzy buns.

Kyle turned his head around to look at me and said, “Kiss me.”

I hesitated only for half a second before our lips were locked. We stayed like that for a while. Me humping his ass, sliding my increasingly slick cock across his cherry, Kyle rolling his hips to meet me while our tongues wrestled each other. After a while I broke away from his lips to ask,

“Do you have stuff you like to use?”

Kyle nodded, reached under his bed, and produced a tube of lube.

“I don’t have any condoms, though,” he said.

“I’m good if you are.”

Kyle smiled and nodded. I grabbed the lube and started kissing him all the way down his spine, all the way to that sexy little patch of wispy fur above his ass crack. His cheeks were already glazed with my precum. I lubed up my cock, spread his cheeks and, after a bit of searching and prodding, I applied a little pressure. The full head of my cock slipped in.

“Augh!” Kyle gasped and grabbed onto his mattress.

“Does it hurt?” I asked. I genuine wasn’t sure if it would or not.

“Yeah but it’s okay,” he said quickly. “Just... leave it there for a bit so I can get used to it. You got a big fuckin’ dick, Addy.”

My ego swelled and so did my cock. This already felt pretty awesome, a bit rougher and tighter than sticking it in a girl’s pussy, but good. Real good. Soon Kyle started rolling his hips again, working the tip of my cock with his ass, and I felt him loosen up a little. I pushed in some more.

“Ohhhhh... yes...” Kyle moaned.

Pretty soon I was balls deep inside my roommate with my hands up under his armpits, grabbing onto his shoulders as I ground my cock inside of him. Judging from the musical chorus of moaning coming from him, I must’ve been doing it right. I picked up the pace a little, withdrawing just a little more of my shaft with each thrust before driving it back in.

“Oh, that’s it!” Kyle shouted. “Oh, yes right there! Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ooooohhhhh! I’m gonna cum... AAAANGH!”

As Kyle inseminated his mattress, I really started giving it to him. I was up on my hands now, triceps bulging as they supported me while I thrust the whole length of my cock and in out of him. I looked down at it. My cock looked huge as it plowed his tight little butt. I grabbed onto his slim waist and took it up another notch.

“Oh gawddamn!” Kyle cried out. “Oh yes!”

I grunted like a caveman and started to sweat as I kept on fucking him, drops of my perspiration falling down onto his back and shoulders. My hips crashed into him making a pornographic slapping sound.

“Cum inside me,” Kyle demanded.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Own my ass, bro. Breed me like a bitch.”

“Awe fuck here it comes... UNGHHHHH!”

I trust deep one more time and unloaded. I was surprised at how much I came given that it was my forth orgasm of the day and only about an hour since my last one. But if felt sooooo good. I collapsed on top of Kyle, my cock still pulsating inside of him. Both of us were panting like we’d just done wind sprints. Kyle turned his head and kissed my cheek. I kissed him on the lips. Our breathing slowed. My cock began to soften, but I didn’t want to pull out just yet. It was in a happy place.

“So,” Kyle said. “I guess this means you’re bi?”

“Guess so.”

“Nice,” he said with a little laugh.

“So, uh... You don’t think we’re boyfriend now, do you?”

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

“Good. ‘Cause I met a guy at the club tonight with boyfriend potential.”

“Oh, yeah? Tell me about him.”

“Sure. Just... pull out and get off me first, would you, buddy?”

“Oh. Right. Sure.”

I don’t know exactly what happened to me that night. It was like being in Brian’s presence had ignited something in me, a fire that would continue to smoulder and grow as he and I got to know each other better in the days and weeks to come.

Author’s Note: The character of Addison is inspired by an Instahunk I came across a couple years ago by the name of Addison Loper. So if you want further visuals as you... ahem, read, just look him up.    ;-)