Alpha Encounters: James

“We don’t even look like the same species.”

That thought ran through my head the week before my sixteenth birthday as I showered after gym class with the other guys. I looked around at their tiny dicks and skinny bodies. Of course there wasn’t anything wrong with any of them, they all looked normal. In fact many of them were quite athletic –built, even, by normal standards. But when you’re a young alpha your sense of normal can be pretty warped.

I looked down at my own body and soaped myself up as I felt the furtive glances of every guy there bouncing off me. I let them look. I looked hot! And not hot for a sixteen year old either, I looked hot for a guy three or even four years older than me. At a height of five-eleven I had the sculpted legs of a soccer player, the densely muscled arms and shoulders of a gymnast, and the chest and abs of an underwear model. I even had a thin trail of golden fur running down the deeply carved centre of those killer abs. Below there my fat dick hung down a soft six inches over a pair of heavy duty pornstar-level testicles. With all those muscles and a waspish 26 inch waist, I looked more like an anime superhero than your typical teenager.

I mean, some of the guys around me, a few of the lucky ones, might catch up to my level if they had four years or so of uninterrupted, optimal development. But by then I’d be so far ahead of them that the difference would be even greater. And they were all a year older than me. I’d skipped a grade when I was younger. My uncle told me I was developing fast and young even for an alpha. I loved my uncle Joe. He was the only other alpha I knew and was a great mentor to me. I reminded myself of a few things that he taught me as I looked at all the comparatively scrawny bodies around me.

All men are equal, I told myself. There are only different roles and any man can play any role, so be kind. Focus on inspiring and supporting the betas in your circle. That is once I had a circle anyway. Soon.

I returned to soaping my crotch. Back in those days my dick never got totally soft; I was so fucking horny all the time. Even the slightest touch sometimes would cause me to fully bone in an instant. And that’s exactly what happened that day in the showers. I ran my sudsy hands over my meaty balls and all of a sudden, boom! I was fully hard. Eight thick, throbbing inches of young alpha cock standing up proudly against my cobblestone stomach. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, let the hot water cascade over my skin, and let time slow down as I relished the sensations running through my body.

Getting turned on as an alpha is a whole different ballgame. I felt my sexual energy spread from my crotch throughout my entire body and go into overdrive. Soon it began radiating out from the surface of my skin in waves like a special kind of heat. I felt my balls swell and get heavier. I felt my prostate pulse and pump glob after glob of thick, viscous precum up into my shaft and out the tip. Ah, alpha lube! That magical stuff that an alpha’s balls produce in such huge quantities, that stuff that makes fucking –or even just jerking off– ten times more pleasurable than anything a beta male could experience. I inhaled and flexed every muscle in my body, revelling in my own strength as my body primed itself for action. My cock was so hard it practically vibrated. Just standing there under the shower feeling my juices flow was like a slow, constant, orgasm that rippled throughout every fibre of my being.

“Holy shit, Jay!”

I looked over. Ryan Coulter was the first to say something and break my reverie.

“Was your dad a horse or something?” he said, astonished.

Ryan and I were on half a dozen teams together and he’d seen me fully boned before. Guess my size still surprised him though. By then I was hearing muted exclamations from every corner of the shower room: “Holy fuck!... Damn... Whoa...”

I turned to the centre of the room with an innocent grin on my face and my hands held out to my sides.

“Sorry, dudes,” I said. “But if I don’t take care of this here I’ll be tenting all the way to math class.”

I grabbed my cock and started thrusting my hips into my fist. It didn’t take long. In less than a minute I fountained a big, thick load of alpha seed high up into the air. It landed in the middle of all these young dudes, a load five times the size of anything they could pump out on their very best day. The powerful smell of it exploded in the humid air, filling my nose and my lungs. I knew the other dudes couldn’t smell it like I could, but it had the predicted effect on them all the same. Half the guys there were at full mast. Some shifted nervously around, no doubt wondering why the puckers of their asses had suddenly started twitching open and closed all on their own, sensing the presence of an alpha and begging to be bred.

Blowing that load felt so good. I could not wait to start breeding and claiming some of these betas for my circle. Just one more week to go.

After blowing my supernatural orgasm I turned the water off and strutted across the steamy room. My dick swung half-chubbed between my thighs like a third leg, a dribble of thick, white cum still hanging off the tip.

As I left the shower room I passed Parker Wichman, this super hot blonde twink just an inch or two shorter than me. He had a perfect ass and topped my list of betas to claim. His mouth hung open at the awesome display of masculinity I’d just put on, his cock hard as a rock.

“Hey, Parker,” I said with a wicked grin.

I grabbed his cock and stroked it a few times when I came up to him. His eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Thanks for the salute, buddy.”

Then I let his cock go and slapped his ass as I walked by. Over my shoulder I heard him moan and gasp as his cock went electric and he splooged a hands-free load onto the wet tiles at his feet.

Riding the school bus home that afternoon I sat texting my Uncle Joe, telling him about what happened in the showers that day, my half-chubbed dick sitting inside the leg of my jeans feeling like a warm, heavy log of flesh.

JOE: Dang! Oh to be in high school again! lol

ME: Yeah but I wanted to breed every guy there. I was so keyed up I probably coulda done it too. Just bent each one of those twenty guys over and pumped a load into each of them one after the other.

JOE: But you didn’t. Good for you. Just another week to go. I’m proud of you.

ME: Thanks, Uncle Joe... Are you busy tonight?

JOE: Just working around the farm as usual.

ME: Think I could come over? I’m in serious need of some alpha time.

JOE: Sure thing, J. Come by whenever. You don’t need to ask.

My dick plumped a bit more. Not only had Uncle Joe been a mentor to me as an alpha, but for the past couple of years he’d been essential in giving me the relief that I needed. You see, back then when Uncle Joe first smelled the musk of an alpha coming off of me, he took me under his wing and explained what was happening. I mean, puberty can be pretty rocky for an average teenager, but when it hits you as an alpha, it’s ten times more intense. He explained to me that I was growing into a special kind of man, into an alpha like him. He explained all the benefits and traits that would develop as I matured, he explained the relationship between alphas and between an alpha and his betas. He warned me that my sex drive was, pretty soon, going to start demanding that I stick my dick in every willing body around me. But he also explained to me why I needed to wait until my sixteenth birthday to really release the beast.

You see, if an alpha bonds with a beta before his sixteenth birthday, the bond will never really take as it should. Uncle Joe said this was something about an alpha’s seed not being fully mature yet until he’s sixteen. Even worse, if an alpha breeds with any beta before his sixteenth birthday, there’s a chance that no bond will ever take between him and any beta, ever! After hearing Uncle Joe explain the intense feelings of a bond between an alpha and his betas, I definitely didn’t want to risk losing that. So, as much as I had wanted to, I managed to keep my dick out of any male booty.

Of course I got regular handjobs and blowjobs from both guys and girls at school, which helped. Some weeks I got them multiple times a day. Some days I had literal lineups of hot people waiting to milk my seed from me. Earlier this year I decided to wrap my dick and try fucking some females. That felt great, but the thing about that is, when you’re an alpha girls really want your seed in their pussies. I mean really, really want it! Like, I practically had to beg to use a condom! It got to the point where I was worried one of them was going to sabotage my condoms and I’d end up making her pregnant. According to Uncle Joe, an alpha’s seed is super potent. If I blew my load inside a female there’d be no “maybe” about her getting pregnant, she’d be knocked up for sure. And I didn’t want that. So for safety’s sake I decided female pussy was off the menu for now. I asked Uncle Joe about bonding with a beta and using a condom, but he didn’t really know if that would ruin things. You see, bonding with a beta is partially energetic as well as physical. Besides, I’m so thick down there that busting condoms is a pretty easy thing to do, so I didn’t want to risk it. Just blowjobs and handjobs for me. For now.

But there was no problem with two alpha’s bonding before one of them was sixteen. Enter Uncle Joe.

Joe was my dad’s younger brother by thirteen years, so he was only 31, not a tonne older than me. He had golden blonde hair like me, but where I keep mine in a long and shaggy surfer dude cut his was always buzzed and spiked. My dad was great, but my uncle Joe was the one I really looked up to. Any guy would. Me and my family lived in the suburbs and Uncle Joe had taken over managing the family farm north of town. Ever since I was a kid I could bike there on a trail whenever I wanted or even run there if I wasn’t in a hurry. Having Uncle Joe felt more like having an older brother. He looked like he could be my older brother, too. He had a youthful face and no one would take him for being older than 24 or 25. Of course his body was another matter. He looked like he’d spent every waking minute in a gym since he was a kid. Uncle Joe was the biggest and strongest guy I’d ever seen!

He stood six-foot-five and weighed north of 250 pounds, all of it rock solid muscle! And none of it was for show, either. I once watched him lift a small tractor out of a rut like it was nothing! For as long as I can remember I wanted to be strong like my Uncle Joe. When I was younger he built me a calisthenics gym on his property and showed me different exercises on it. That summer my parents barely saw me. I was obsessed with getting strong and mastering some sweet tricks before school started up again. And I did.

The first day of school that year the gym teacher actually got me to do a whole demonstration for the class as inspiration. It was a hot day and we were outside on the playground so I thought nothing about whipping my shirt off and giving all my classmates a real show. I thought maybe the teacher would object and tell me to put it back on, but he was clearly impressed, too. The girls were all over me after that day. Guys, too, for that matter. The guys who weren’t flirting with me just wanted to be around me, check out my muscles, and learn my secrets to getting so jacked. I was more than happy to show them. At that point I didn’t even know about my alpha status, but one morning later that Fall I woke up having blown my first load of alpha seed all over myself. Uncle Joe caught a whiff of me later that week, took me aside, and gave me the talk. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Uncle Joe and I built a fire in his backyard pit. He locked eyes with me, smiling, and began by saying,

“Me and you are a special breed of man, James. You and I are alphas...”

It was awesome.

That very night Uncle Joe explained to me that a young alpha basically has two challenges to meet. First and foremost, don’t allow your alpha status to turn you into an arrogant douchebag. Well, Joe didn’t put it exactly like that, but that was the gist of it. The second challenge would be to control my sex drive, at least a little, until I was sixteen years old. The first challenge wasn’t all that hard. I was a pretty nice kid to begin with. But the second!

Every day after I woke up with that first load of alpha seed splooged all over me, my sex drive got stronger and stronger and stronger! It didn’t help that I played practically every sport my school offered. So there was a non-stop parade of naked male booty all around me. At the very start of my rocket ride through puberty I had even less control over my boners. There were times when I’d get hard in the locker room and practically have to draw blood from my lip to stop myself from grabbing the cute guy next to me, bending him over, and plowing him right there in front of all my teammates.

Normally getting hard in the locker room in front of your teammates would cause a guy to be the object of teasing, even bullying, but whenever I got turned on half the guys in the room got turned on right along with me. That’s another side effect of being an alpha, your sex drive is so powerful it’s contagious.

But I’d almost done it! My sixteenth birthday was less than a week away. And until then I still had my Alpha Uncle to bond with.

The second I got home I changed into a pair of spandex biking shorts and ran back out the door calling out,

“I’ll be at Uncle Joe’s, Mom!” as I left.

It was a hot day in June so I didn’t even bother with a shirt. I filled up my water bottle, jumped on my mountain bike and tore down the street. In minutes I was on the trail that would lead me to Uncle Joe’s farm. When I was little and first started biking this route it took over an hour to get to Uncle Joe’s. Now I could get there in twenty-five minutes, faster if I was super horny. That day, when I was just minutes from the farm, sweating and panting like a racehorse, I felt my cock chub and start snaking its way down the leg of my shorts.

“Almost there, buddy,” I said under my breath. “Almost there.”

Soon, after having been the first person to break the sound barrier on a bicycle, I emerged from the trees and onto the back field of my uncle’s farm. As I rode closer to the house I heard a familiar sound and knew exactly where I’d find Uncle Joe. I leaned my bike on the side of the barn and walked around back. When I turned the corner, there he was, my Uncle Joe chopping and stacking wood. I paused for moment and just watched him.

He was stripped to the waist, wearing just work boots and blue jeans, his back facing me. The sheen of sweat on his back made him shimmer like a god fallen to earth. I watched the broad, rippling muscles of his back fan and roll as he swung that axe. As huge as he was Joe also had a pretty snatched waist. I saw the muscles of his obliques stand out and bulge as his torso twisted back and forth. A healthy pelt of golden fur covered his chest and ran down his stomach. His ass filled the seat of those jeans completely and the fabric was plastered to his skin with perspiration. His shoulders were perfect globes of muscle resting atop two arms that I knew flexed to over twenty inches. He brought down the axe one more time then his back straightened as he sniffed the air. He knew I was here. He turned around and smiled.

“Hey, buddy!” he said as he approached me.

I walked toward him too. We crashed into each other and kissed, me standing on my toes to meet him. Then we embraced in a tight bear hug, feeling the energy of our bodies mix, breathing in each other’s scent. Then Joe ground his crotch into mine, feeling my hard cock against his hip.

“Dang,” he said with a chuckle. “Someone needs some release.”

“Unghhhhh...” I groaned into his shoulder. “You have no idea.”

Of course Joe did know what I was feeling. He was the only other person in my life who knew what it’s like to be a young alpha and need sexual release. Which is why he wasted no time leading me inside the barn.

I pulled my spandex shorts off as I walked, struggling a bit to get them over my running shoes, and stood naked in the barn as I watched my uncle kick his boots off, remove his jeans, hang them up, and slip his boots back on. I was glued to the spot and my eyes glued to his body. I stood panting hot breath in and out, my feet shoulder-width apart, my arms hanging by my side, my cock fully erect and dripping with precum, my balls swelling, my sculpted physique covered in a layer of perspiration, the energy of a young alpha radiating off me like an aura of masculine sexuality. The second Uncle Joe’s magnificent naked ass came into view, a huge glob of alpha lube pumped out the tip of my cock and rolled all the way down to my balls. I was ready to go!

When Uncle Joe turned back around to face me he had a huge smile and an even huger erection. He just stood there slowly fisting the ten inches of rock-hard, pulsating cock that thrust up from his crotch like the limb of a tree. His balls hung below like two fuzzy oranges, swollen to their largest. I walked over and crashed into him, kissing him, and embracing him, clawing at his rocky back as he did the same to me, our cocks mashing together between our hard, fuzzy stomachs, slipping and sliding around each other as they pumped out more and more alpha lube, the smell of which began to fill the dusty air of the barn.

When we broke the embrace, Uncle Joe turned around and braced himself against the wall of the barn, thrusting his furry, hugely muscled bubble butt out at me.

“Go on, buddy,” he said over his shoulder. “Take what you need, alpha stud.”

I plastered myself to his back, gripping his muscular chest with my hands, and ground the length of my cock into the crack of his ass, humping and pumping out some more precum to help lubricate things. My cheek rested between his shoulder blades and I could hear his powerful heart beat resonate through his ribs. Once his pussy was nice and wet I pulled back, found his pucker, and pushed the head of my cock inside him. We both groaned deeply as our bonding began in earnest. Over the next minute or two I firmly and slowly pushed as my cock found its way deeper and deeper inside the heaven that was my Uncle Joe’s ass. I thrust hard the last inch or so and felt my balls gently crash into his as they swung forward. I loved that feeling. Then once I was fully buried inside him Uncle Joe did this trick which I have yet to learn. He started rhythmically massaging my cock with the walls of his ass! I moaned like a rutting buck every time he started doing that to me. It felt like his ass was literally trying to suck the seed from my cock. We’d barely even started fucking and I already felt nearly overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Go on now, Jay,” Uncle Joe said over his shoulder. “Show me how an alpha fucks.”

I smiled. Challenge accepted.

I reached down and started fisting Uncle Joe’s huge, slick cock with both hands as I thrust into him from behind.

“Ohhhhh... yeahhhhh...” he moaned. “Give it to me, alpha stud!”

I gradually increased my pace and had to clamp down as hard as I could to stop myself from cumming too quickly. I wanted Uncle Joe to blow his load first. This was part of what my uncle called alpha etiquette: always make whoever you’re fucking cum first. It’s just polite. Soon I got my wish. I felt Uncle Joe’s cock swell and start pumping out his seed as he made a primal grunt. The force of it was so powerful I heard it spatter against the wall of the barn like the stream from a hose. One second later my own cock erupted, filling him with my seed. I grabbed his hips and pushed, burying it as deep as I possibly could, just as an alpha should.

An orgasm between two alphas isn’t just physical, either. When an alpha breeds he feels his sexual energy swell and erupt into the one he’s breeding, but when he breeds another alpha the energy also comes back, energizing both of them in a feedback loop of horniness.

Uncle Joe and I continued pumping and orgasming for well over a minute. He was so full by the end I felt some of my seed leak from the tight seal between us and drip down my balls. My balls themselves felt even bigger than when we started. I wasn’t done. I looked around Uncle Joe at the floor of the barn where a huge puddle of his cream had collected, more than any beta male could pump out in a week of furious masturbating. I squeezed his cock. It was still super hard. I hefted his balls. They were heavy and full. Good.

I slowly withdrew my cock from my uncle’s ass and stepped back. He stood up straight, breathed deep and flexed every muscle in his body, feeling my strength and energy rush through him and spread to every part of his body. Then he turned around to face me, his cock swaying in front of him, a big smile spread across his face.

“Thattaboy,” he said as he stepped forward, grabbed me by the back of my head and brought me in for a kiss. I swelled with pride and reached down to stroke his huge penis as it continued slowly gurgling out a constant stream of seed and lube. I broke our kiss, knelt down, and started sucking his cock.

“Mmmmm...” I heard him purr as I slurped the huge head into my mouth and started working it with my tongue. That really got his alpha lube flowing again. I felt it run down my gullet as I slurped, loosening and warming my throat until I could swallow nearly all of my uncle’s huge, thick cock.

After deep throating him for a few minutes I sprang to my feet and jumped onto my Uncle Joe’s body, wrapping my legs around his hips. He caught me, his hands gripping my ass cheeks, my thighs resting on his powerful forearms, his biceps bulging to support me. This was my favourite way to get fucked by my Uncle Joe, in mid air riding him like a horse. I kissed him with my one arm wrapped tightly around his neck and used my other hand to guide the head of his penis to the pucker of my ass. Once there I felt his penis squirt out a huge glob of alpha lube onto my ass just before he lowered me and pushed his head inside.

“Ah!” I threw my head back and gasped. As magical and helpful as alpha lube was, my Uncle Joe’s cock was still huge. At the beginning it hurt, just a little bit, to take it. But quickly my ass loosened up and welcomed the rest of him into my body. Soon we were fully bonded, my legs and arms wrapped tightly around him, my hard, leaky cock sandwiched between our torsos. We kissed as he slowly raised and lowered me with his powerful arms onto his pulsating penis. Every movement sent waves of energetic pleasure coursing through my body.

Gradually Uncle Joe’s pace increased until he was slamming up into me like a toy. The two of us were sweating buckets. I couldn’t take it for very long before my testicles jumped and my cock erupted like a geyser between us, the cum flying over our heads and falling down onto our shoulders and chests. Then I felt Uncle Joe’s cock get even bigger as he grunted and thrust once more up into me while lowering me down onto his cock as far as I could go. I felt his load shooting up into me, warming me, and I also felt the energy between us explode and expand. The feeling was so intense that I blacked out for a few seconds, collapsing onto Uncle Joe as he lowered me to the ground and slowly withdrew his huge penis from me.

The two of us lay on our backs in the hay, panting, sweating, and basking in the energy surging through our bodies. Our cocks, finally sated, began to deflate and hang between our thighs, our testicles returning to their normal but still huge size. I rolled over and rested my head on Uncle Joe’s chest. He wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. Couldn’t wait for my birthday weekend. It was gonna be sweet!

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Thanks for reading, dudes. Love to hear from ya! --Eric (Linktree)