For all my Bi guys out there....
Jacob trudged back to the dorm, the afterglow of the gym orgy fading into a dull throb in his muscles and a sticky residue between his thighs that no amount of shower scrubbing could fully erase. The campus paths were quieter now, late afternoon sun slanting golden through the trees, casting long shadows that mirrored the tangle in his mind. Omega. The word echoed like a curse, a key to unlocking why his body betrayed him at every turn—why strangers' eyes lingered, why his skin hummed with an undercurrent of need he couldn't suppress. Cade had crashed out after their strategy session, buried under textbooks on ancient myths that probably hid more truths about a life of want, passion, and desire than any pamphlet. Jacob envied his roommate's ability to compartmentalize, to treat the chaos like just another plot twist in a forgotten epic.
His mind filled with thoughts of the gym encounter. Something changed inside him in that locker room. In his past encounters, he’d felt like a mix of a victim and willing, even enthusiastic participant. But he kept coming back to the moment he sat in Cade’s lap, his friend’s cock buried to the hilt inside him, the peace, calm, and comfort he felt in that moment. The rightness of it. It was after the pheromones were sated, after he’d retaken total control of his wants and desires. And in that moment, he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to leave. It was impossible to ignore the nagging feeling that all these Alpha and Omega pheromones were obscuring a desire that was there from the start, tricking him into doubting how genuine his feelings really were.
His phone buzzed as he rounded the quad.
Hey stranger, coffee? Miss our chats.
A text from Elena. Fuck. He’d almost forgotten she’d transferred here. He remembered being excited at the thought of reconnecting with her, but it all seemed so distant after the last few days. Elena was a crush that never fully died. Voluptuous in all the ways that haunted late-night fantasies. Curves that strained against her tops, heavy breasts that swayed with every step, an ass so round and plush it begged to be grabbed. She'd always been off-limits, wrapped up with Alex since junior year of high school and still going strong. That skinny nerd with glasses and a perpetual hunch from too many hours coding and playing video games. Jacob never knew what it was that drew Elena to Alex. He must be an absolutely incredible lay, because everything else about him just didn’t make sense.
Sure, Beanery in 20? Jacob texted back as he shifted directions down the path to loop him back around toward the campus café.
The Beanery hummed with the usual crowd. The baristas made the air sing with grinding coffee, the sharp patter of fingers on keyboards struck out a staccato report as students chipped away at their essays and notes. Elena was already there, waving from a corner booth, her dark hair cascading over shoulders bared by a low-cut blouse that hugged her ample chest like a second skin. Those tits, full DDs at least, natural and perky despite their weight, nipples pushing through thick bra like it wasn’t even there, faintly outlined against the thin fabric. She stood to hug him, her body pressing close, her soft belly against his abs, the swell of her hips brushing his groin, that rounded ass filling out her jeans perfectly. Jacob inhaled her scent. Vanilla shampoo mixed with something floral, no Alpha edge, just pure feminine allure that stirred his cock traitorously.
"God, Jacob, you look... intense," she said, pulling back with a grin, her green eyes sparkling as they sat. Up close, her lips were plump, glossed pink. He’d lost count of the hours he’d wasted wondering what they’d look like wrapped around his cock. They ordered, black coffee for him, a sugary mocha for her, and dove into catch-up. Elena launched into a length play-by-play of classes, her graphic design work, and the struggles of learning a new campus. But Elena's chatter slowed, her fingers twisting the napkin. "So, spill. You've been ghosting everyone. What's up?"
Jacob hesitated. He knew it would feel to tell someone that he could trust. Not all the details of course. He wasn’t willing to share with anyone that he’d been spit roasted at the clinic or that he’d taken a pint of cum up his ass at the gym. Well, no one but Cade. And he wasn’t willing to share Cade with anyone else either. Not yet. Cade was his secret for now. "It's... biology stuff. I don’t even know how to say it. This is going to sound ridiculous, but it turns out, well, I'm an Omega,” he mumbled.
“You’re a rutabaga?” Elena said with a laugh.
“I’m an Omega!” he said loudly, turning heads in the café towards their table. His face turned red, a dangerous flush of heat warming his cheeks, but thankfully only his cheeks. “Yeah, so, that’s me. Mutant freak of nature, pheromones I can’t control, sex with total strangers. I’m basically a walking sex bomb waiting to go off at any moment. It’s awful." He kept it light. Elena looked concerned, but behind her eyes he saw a light go on.
"Omega? No way." She reached across the table, her hand warm on his, soft palm sliding over his knuckles. The touch zinged, innocent but electric, his skin prickling under her gaze. "That's huge, Jacob. Explains why you've been dodging hangs. I guess you were worried you’d send our friends into an orgy.”
Jacob chuckled. “Yeah, except it’s not a joke. You don’t know, Elena. These fucking pheromones would turn a choir of nuns into an orgy if I go off at the wrong time. I can’t control it, and it seems like if I get even the slightest bit turned on, it turns into a runaway freight train. I can’t even go to the doctor to talk about it without…”
He trailed off, but he could tell he’d said too much already. It didn’t take much to put together what happened at the clinic.
Elena nodded knowingly. “I’m so sorry you’re going through this. It sounds awful, really. But maybe also kind of a blessing in disguise? Think of all the things you could do to help people.”
“Help people, how?” Jacob worried a bit at the lust in Elena’s eyes. He could almost feel her pulse quickening as she tried to carefully get to her point without being too obvious.
“I just mean, like what if two people were having trouble connecting even though they really wanted to. You could be the bridge between them, to rekindle the chemistry. Like an interactive sex therapist!”
“Yeah, I guess I could,” Jacob said. He was still trying to figure out where Elena was going with this, but a part of him was also thrilled at the idea of some good coming from his abilities. Until now, it only seemed like a ticket to sex with strangers in closets and bathrooms. And he had to admit; he didn’t hate it. The flurry of cocks and cum that was his locker room skirmish earlier was already a lifetime of fuel for the spank bank. He loved it while it was happening, he just didn’t like being out of control.
But knowing there was someone out there who might need him, who might seek him out for what he could do, it was a world of relief.
“If you wanted to try it out, I might even have a suggestion for you.”
He arched a brow, pulse quickening at the intimacy of her grip. "Shoot."
Elena bit her lip, glancing around before leaning in, her cleavage deepening with the motion, the valley between her breasts drawing his eyes like a magnet. "Alex and I... we're in a rough patch. Sex has been meh, like, non-existent. He's stressed with his thesis, I'm buried in projects. But we want to fix it. Ignite the fire, you know? Your... Omega thing, the pheromones. Could you come over? Get us all horny for each other? Like, your pheromones kickstarting things?"
Jacob's throat went dry. The idea was a minefield. He had no idea what would happen if he let loose with the two of them. Elena thought of him as some sort of human aphrodisiac, but would she feel the same way when her boyfriend had his cock buried in Jacob’s ass? "Elena, that's... not smart. I'm still figuring this out. Once things get started, you don’t get to control where they lead. What if it goes sideways?"
"Please," she begged, squeezing his hand, her voice dropping to a husky plea that sent heat pooling in his gut. Those eyes, wide and earnest, her full lips parting; fuck, he’d wanted this for too long. "Just try. For me? We trust you. It'll be fun, controlled. Tonight? Our place off-campus, 8?"
He caved, the fantasy winning over caution. "Okay. But if it gets weird…"
"It won't! Promise." She beamed, hugging him again on the way out, her breasts squishing soft against his chest, ass brushing his thigh as she turned. Jacob walked back to the dorm in a daze, cock half-hard in his jeans, pheromones already simmering low. Cade was still out cold; he shot a vague text about helping a friend, then paced until it was time.
Elena's apartment was a cozy walk-up a few blocks off campus. The string lights, posters of indie bands, the faint scent of incense; it was all very Elena. She answered the door in a silk robe that clung to her curves, the fabric whispering over her skin, barely containing those massive tits or the flare of her hips. "You came! Alex is in the living room, nervous as hell. Wine?"
"Sure." Jacob followed, the robe riding up to flash the underside of her plump ass cheeks. Bare, no panties. His cock twitched, thickening as her scent enveloped him. Aroused already? Or just her natural allure? Alex sat on the couch, lanky frame slouched in a band tee and sweats, glasses perched on a sharp nose, hair messy. Skinny, not an ounce of muscle definition, arms like reeds, but his eyes held a quiet intelligence that Jacob had always respected. "Hey, man. Thanks for this. Elena's idea, but... yeah."
They sipped wine, awkward chit-chat easing into the plan. "We strip, let your... aura do its thing. It’s a little awkward I guess, maybe you can slip out once we get started? Or you can watch…" Elena said with a wink, standing, untying her robe. It pooled at her feet, revealing paradise: naked, voluptuous glory. Breasts heavy and pendulous, pink nipples erect in the cool air, areolas wide and dusky. Her waist nipped in before blooming into wide hips, that ass a heart-shaped masterpiece—full, jiggly flesh begging to be spread. Between her thighs, a neatly trimmed bush framed plump pussy lips, already glistening faintly.
Jacob's breath hitched, cock surging to full mast in his pants, a rigid seven inches straining the zipper. Pheromones stirred, a subtle haze filling the room, his body heat rising. "Fuck, Elena... you're..." He trailed off, stripping fast, shirt overhead, pants kicked off, his lean track body exposed. His toned abs, runner's legs, cock bobbing thick and veined with cum already beading at the slit, seemed to give Elena a wickedly horny boost.
Alex followed, hesitant, peeling off his tee to show a pale, narrow chest, no bulk but smooth skin. Then the sweats, dropping to reveal a surprise: despite his vibe, his cock hung long and meaty, easily nine inches soft, respectably thick, uncut with a heavy foreskin hooding the tip, balls low and fuzzy. It swung as he stepped closer, already twitching upward. "Whoa," Jacob muttered, his own dick throbbing harder, the air thickening with his Omega essence, sweet, intoxicating, pulling at their senses.
Elena's nostrils flared, her hand drifting to cup one breast, thumb circling the nipple as moisture slicked her inner thighs. "Oh god, I feel it... wet already." Alex's cock stiffened fully, rising to its impressive length; ten inches now, girthy and straight, veins bulging along the shaft, the foreskin retracting to bare a shiny, mushroom head leaking clear fluid. Both guys were rock-hard, cocks pulsing in sync, the pheromones coiling like smoke, making pulses race and skin flush.
They converged on the couch, bodies drawn magnet-like. Elena pulled Jacob in, lips crashing soft and eager, her tongue darting to meet his. He delved deeper, saliva mixing, his Omega-tinged spit hitting her system like a spark. She moaned into his mouth, body igniting, pussy clenching with a fresh gush of arousal, juices trickling down her leg. Alex joined, kissing her neck while Jacob turned, tongues tangling in a three-way press, wet, sloppy exchanges, saliva swapping freely. When Jacob's tongue invaded Alex's mouth, the nerd gasped, eyes rolling back as the pheromone wave crashed into his senses, his cock jerking untouched, pre flying in a string to splatter Elena's thigh.
"Holy shit," Alex rasped, hands roaming Elena's curves, squeezing her ass while Jacob's pheromones amplified everything, making every touch electric, every scent heady, every desire raw. Elena dropped to her knees, those massive tits bouncing, and took Jacob's cock in hand, stroking the veined length, thumb swiping the head to spread his precum, saving some for herself as she sucked it from her thumb. But Jacob leaned over, eyes on Alex's monster. "Let me," he murmured, the pull too strong.
Alex nodded, dazed, as Jacob engulfed the tip, lips stretching around the girth, tongue probing under the foreskin to taste the musky skin beneath. Salty, potent, the thickness filling his mouth, jaw aching as he bobbed, his tongue rubbing the underside of Alex’s cock with every push and pull. Alex groaned, hand gentle in Jacob's hair, hips bucking shallowly. Meanwhile, Elena and Alex made out above, her lips still wet with Jacob’s precum, the taste of his cock still in her mouth. She leaned into him, her legs spread over the arm of the couch, his fingers dipping into her soaked folds, pumping in and out with wet schlicks. She writhed, tits heaving, nipples diamond-hard, pussy lips puffy and dripping.
Jacob worked Alex deeper, throat relaxing to take half the length, gagging softly, saliva drooling down the shaft to lube the rest. The pheromones raged now, his own ass clenching slick, cock throbbing neglected. Alex's balls drew tight, the heavy sac slapping Jacob's chin with each suck. Elena watched, fingering herself faster, her free hand tweaking her clit. "So hot... keep going."
But Alex pushed Jacob off him with a pop, strings of spit bridging his cock to Jacob's lips. "Need more," he growled, voice roughened by lust. He spun Jacob around – ass up on the couch, cheeks spread to reveal his pink, winking hole, already lubed with natural slick from the Omega haze. Alex's thick head nudged the rim, pressing in slow, the burn exquisite, stretching Jacob wide as inch after inch sank deep, the girth splitting him open, veins dragging inner walls. Jacob cried out, pleasure spiking, his hypersensitive nerves firing like fireworks.
Elena flipped around to put her back to the arm of the couch, her pussy open and inviting to Jacob’s cock as she watched Alex push him closer and closer with every pump. Jacob's cock aligned with Elena's entrance, she lay back, legs wide, pussy flowering open, clit swollen and begging. He thrust in, the velvet heat engulfing him, tight, wet, her walls pulsing around his length, juices coating him to the hilt. "Yes!" she screamed, nails raking his back as he bottomed out, balls nestling against her ass.
They settled into a rhythm, Alex pounding into Jacob from behind, each snap of hips driving Jacob deeper into Elena. Slaps echoed: Alex's skinny hips smacking Jacob's firm cheeks, Jacob's pelvis grinding Elena's mound. It was a tangle of sensations. Every pleasure center in Jacob’s body was firing as Alex’s cock stuffed his ass full, prostate hammered relentlessly, sending jolts straight to his cock buried in Elena’s clenching cunt. Her tits bounced wildly with every thrust, the heavy globes jiggling, nipples tracing arcs in the air.
She shifted, a pouty frown gracing his mouth as she felt the emptiness in her pussy. She wriggled down further until her massive breasts enveloped his shaft. Soft, pillowy flesh squeezed around his cock, the valley slick with her sweat and his pre, nipples grazing his abs as she pressed them together. "Fuck my tits," she purred, tongue flicking out to lap the head on each upstroke – wet, swirling heat that made him buck harder into the cleavage.
Alex's pace quickened, his long cock churning Jacob's guts, the thickness bullying that sweet spot until Jacob's vision blurred. "Gonna..." Alex grunted, but held off, sweat dripping from his brow onto Jacob's back. Elena wriggled further down until her mouth lined up with Jacob’s cock, sucking it clean of her essence, her lips sealing around the base, throat working to swallow him whole while he pistoned shallowly into her mouth. Her tongue danced under the frenulum, teeth grazing lightly, drawing whimpers.
She was determined to experience every possible combination of Jacob’s body, even as his eyes were closed in the blissful surrender to Alex’s cock. Elena pulled up until Jacob’s face loomed hungrily before her pussy. She reached down, lacing her fingers in his hair, and guided his face until the smell of her cunt filled his nostrils. He buried his face in her pussy, tongue lashing her clit. Flat and broad at first, then pointed flicks, sucking the nub between lips while two fingers plunged her hole, curling to stroke her G-spot. Elena screamed, thighs clamping his head, body convulsing as pleasure ripped through, juices flooding his mouth, tangy and sweet, her ass lifting off the cushions. "Right there! Don't stop, oh fuck, yes!" Her voice shattered, hips grinding against his face, tits quaking with the force of her building orgasm.
The chain pulled taut. Alex's thrusts grew erratic, frenzied, his need to release inside Jacob was undeniable now. His skinny frame slamming with surprising power, cock swelling thicker inside Jacob, ridges catching every withdraw. Jacob's tongue worked faster, lapping her folds, dipping into her spasming entrance while his own dick leaked profusely, untouched but aching. Pheromones peaked, the room thick with musk, sweat, cum-scent, raw need.
"I’m going to cum," Alex panted, pulling Jacob upright without dislodging, bodies aligned in a fuck train. Jacob's back to Alex's chest, the nerd's arms wrapping around to maul Elena's tits, pinching nipples hard. Jacob sank back into her pussy, the angle deeper now, cock spearing her core while Alex re-entered him, the three linked in a grinding chain. Alex thrust – pushing Jacob forward into Elena; Jacob pulled back – dragging Alex deeper. Her legs hooked over Jacob's hips, heels digging his ass, urging the motion.
Her pussy milked him viciously, walls rippling, clit grinding his pubes. Jacob's ass clenched around Alex's invading length, the girth pistoning like a machine, head battering his depths. Elena's screams peaked, tits crushed between them, nipples raw from Alex's twists.
It hit simultaneous, bodies locking, breaths syncing. Elena came first, cunt convulsing in waves, squirting around Jacob's cock, soaking his balls and the couch. "Cumming. Fuck!" Jacob followed, prostate overwhelmed, spurting deep inside her, hot jets painting her insides, the release dragging moans from his throat. Alex buried to the root, groaning as his long shaft pulsed, flooding Jacob's ass with thick ropes, it pulsed out between thrusts, overflowing from weeks of pent-up nut. The warmth spread, hypersensitive walls absorbing every drop.
They shuddered together, locked in the throes of rippling aftershocks. Elena's pussy still tugging at Jacob’s cock, Jacob's cock twitching spent inside her, Alex's dick softening slowly in the messy aftermath. Cum leaked; Jacob's from her hole, Alex's trickling down Jacob's thighs. They disentangled gently, collapsing in a sweaty pile, breaths ragged.
"That... wasn't what we expected," Elena laughed breathlessly, her hand stroking Jacob's cheek, tits still heaving. "Never imagined in a million years I’d have your dick in me today, but holy shit. That was incredible. And I’d say the fire is definitely back. Alex is going to have to fuck me at least once a day for the foreseeable future."
Alex nodded, glasses askew, a shy grin breaking through. "Yeah, man. Thanks. Seriously. Also not what I was expecting, but I guess we didn’t know we needed this." He clapped Jacob's shoulder, the earlier awkwardness gone, replaced by genuine warmth.
Jacob dressed, body humming with satisfaction, not just the sex, but the good he'd done. It meant everything to him that they’d asked for his help and that he’d been able to do it. Everyone had control, and made the decision to give up that control to the pheromones, and everyone was happy with the result. It was the first time the full promise of his abilities felt like a gift to him rather than a curse. Maybe there was a way forward after all, a way to reclaim his sexuality for himself and take his power back.
"Anytime. Glad it worked." He hugged Elena goodbye, their clothes still soaked in sweat, her curves soft and sated against him. With a wave to Alex, he stepped into the night, the cool air a balm on his flushed skin.
Back at the dorm, Cade stirred as Jacob slipped in. "Good night?" his roommate mumbled.
"Yeah," Jacob smiled, collapsing onto his bed. "Really good."
He looked over at Cade, the faint outline of his hard body visible as the moonlight splashed over the covers on his bed. In the whirlwind since this all began, he’d never been able to untangle which of his feelings were real and which of them were only an afterglow of pheromone lust. But as he looked at Cade’s moon kissed face, a surge of warmth raced from his belly to his face and back down to his groin. It wasn’t the rush of pheromones, but his own raw emotions, unmistakable, unmasked, and unexpected.
There was no denying it now. He had feelings for Cade. Whatever happened next, no matter what weird unplanned encounters or awkward moments happened, he knew that was real, and he’d hold onto it through the storms to come.
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