Jacob slung his duffel bag over his shoulder, the late summer sun warming the campus paths as he headed to the dorms. At eighteen, he was in peak form—lean muscles honed from years on the track team, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, and a face that turned heads with its sharp jawline and easy grin under tousled brown hair. It was a build that spoke of speed and strength. College felt like an adventure, a fresh start.
At the end of his path Room 214 in the Bennett Resident Hall, and behind that door was his new roommate, Cade. They hadn’t spoken prior to the start of the semester, making him a total wildcard. Wildcards made Jacob nervous. There was a hundred to one chance Cade was an Alpha; rare genetic freaks who looked like gods and goddesses with the power to drive anyone wild with desire. A literal hundred to one shot; they were one percent of the population.
He knew there were a couple of them in high school, though he’d always made it a point to stay out of their way. He’d managed to never be in the same room as a particularly aggressive Alpha at Camp over the Summer. Jacob was relieved he never went through an Awakening and wasn’t one of them. He’d be perfectly happy if he went his entire life without meeting an Alpha.
He knocked lightly before easing open the door to his room, the faint smell of new carpet greeting him. A guy was sorting through a stack of books on the desk, broad back to the entrance, dressed in a simple gray tee and jeans that hugged powerful thighs. When he turned, Jacob paused. The roommate was striking—tall, with a solid frame, shoulders, pecs and biceps that strained against his shirt. His dark hair neatly trimmed, and hazel eyes that crinkled with a shy smile. Jacob wasn’t super into guys, but Cade looked like a guy he’d glance at a little too long in the locker room.
'Hey, Jacob?' the guy asked, voice warm and even, extending a hand. 'I'm Cade. Classical Literature major. Heard you're on the track team—cool. I’m a wideout, so I definitely do my fair share of running too.'
Jacob shook his hand, noting the steady grip, strong but soft, like someone who could crush a defender but held back. 'Yeah, that's me. Sprinter and Bio major. Football, huh? You look the part—built like a tank.'
Cade chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck, a faint blush creeping up. 'Nah, just disciplined. Gym and field work. Maybe we can go for runs together? Anyway, I claimed the bed by the window if that's alright. Unpack wherever.' He gestured to a pile of worn paperbacks—Homer, Virgil, dusty tomes on ancient myths—hinting at the bookish side beneath the athlete's build.
They dove into small talk as boxes emptied. Cade shared bits about dissecting epic poems in class, his eyes lighting up over the raw heroism in the Iliad, while admitting the grind of practices left him buried in notes late at night. Jacob rambled about relay races and the rush of crossing the finish line. It clicked fast—Cade had this easygoing vibe, a nerdy passion for old stories mixed with the quiet confidence of a gifted athlete, listening intently, cracking gentle jokes that eased any awkwardness.
Jacob listened for hints or clues, but there was never a mention of Alphas or anything weird; Cade seemed like a regular dude, maybe a bit reserved and scholarly. They laughed over a story about Cade's disastrous high school lit project that ended with him quoting Shakespeare during a game huddle, and Jacob countered with his own tale of a botched sprint tryout that ended in a face-plant. The room felt comfortable, like they'd known each other longer than an hour.
When Cade swapped shirts, peeling off the gray one to reveal a smooth, sculpted chest— firm and pronounced, chiseled from endless drills—Jacob glanced away politely. The jeans sat low, hinting at a solid package, but Cade tugged them up quick, like he was self-conscious. 'So, first time away from home?' Cade asked, steering the chat back, flipping through a battered copy of the Odyssey absentmindedly.
'Totally. You?' Jacob replied, stacking his shoes.
'Same. Kinda nervous, but it'll be fine.' Cade's smile faltered for a split second, but he covered it with a nod.
Cade pulled on a fresh black tee that hugged his pecs, showing off his defined physique. They kept unpacking, chatting about classes and campus legends, the afternoon slipping by in easy rhythm, Cade's nerdy tangents on Greek tragedies blending seamlessly with tales of game-winning catches.
They hit the campus cafe for sandwiches, bonding over shared gripes about syllabi and dorm food. Back in the room, the atmosphere shifted subtly—the air growing stuffy, a faint warmth creeping in. Cade fanned his face, brow glistening. 'Man, this place is a sauna. I think I’m just going to hop in the shower to cool off if you don’t mind.”
Jacob shrugged, scrolling his phone on the bed. 'Go for it. I'm good here.'
Cade pulled off the black tee he’d only put on a few hours ago, now drenched with sweat. His lats rippled with every move. Jacob could have taught a biology tutoring session using Cade’s delts as a model.
Jacob caught Cade’s movement out of the corner of his eye as Cade hooked his thumbs behind his waistband and shoved his jeans to the floor.
“Oh shit, sorry! I’m so used to changing in the locker room I didn’t even think about it,” Cade said. “Do you mind?”
Jacob shrugged again. “I’ve spent my fair share of time in locker rooms as well. It’s fine, just wanted to respect your privacy.”
“It’s cool, we both got the same parts.”
Cade tossed his clothes into the hamper in his closet and turned around to head for our shared bathroom. Jacob raised an eyebrow when he glanced over and saw Cade’s cock swaying from side to side as he moved. It was at least seven inches soft, thicker than any cock Jacob had seen in a locker room.
“Don’t go in there,” Cade said, nodding back toward his closet. “Seriously, for your own good, between the gym clothes and the football pads it stinks in there.”
With that he strode into the bathroom and Jacob soon heard the shower running.
Jacob doomscrolled for a few minutes before he looked up at the closet. He wasn’t sure why, but he was weirdly curious. Why would Cade tell him not to go into the closet? Why would he even think about going into his roommate’s closet? Did Cade think he wanted to smell his jock straps or something? Jacob didn’t have a problem with anyone letting their freak flag fly, but it wasn’t his jam. He’d had a steady girlfriend in high school, but they hadn’t been big on experimentation.
He didn’t really think he was into guys. Women, sure. And he wasn’t exactly grossed out by guys, he certainly appreciated the male form. He always checked out the other guys in the locker room, comparing himself to them. But he never thought about dating any of them. To him, that meant he was totally straight.
Jacob opened the door and stuck his head quickly into the closet. It didn’t really smell that bad, maybe a little musky. He took a deep breath but mostly it just smelled like fabric softener. He reached down to touch one of Cade’s shirts and it was soaking wet. Weird, since he’d just changed a few hours ago and it really wasn’t that hot in their dorm room.
He shrugged and went back to his bed, plopping down on his back and bringing his phone back to the scroll position, tugging absent-mindedly at his shirt.
Jacob couldn’t get the smell of Cade’s fabric softener out of his nostrils. He snorted a few times, trying to clear is out, but it lingered, musky, heady, like fresh rain on skin, seeping further into his body. It wasn't unpleasant; if anything, it stirred something deep, a low hum in Jacob's blood. He inhaled deeper without thinking, a flush warming his cheeks. What was that? His skin prickled, a strange itch building under his clothes.
He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down until he’s standing in his boxers. His cock stretched them into a full-on tent, but it was a lot more comfortable now that it was free. He looked over to the thermostat and saw it hadn’t budged from where it was all day, Maybe it was the heat from Cade’s shower.
He walked back to the bed and with every step could feel his cock rub against the soft fabric of his boxers. Jacob couldn’t remember his dick ever being this sensitive before. Every step sent a jolt up and down his cock. He looked down and saw a tiny damp spot where the tip touched the fabric.
Jacob thought he should take care of this before Cade got out of the shower. There was no way he’d be able to go to sleep like this. He’d end up fucking his mattress in his sleep he was so horny. He pulled off his boxers and looked down at his throbbing dick. It bounced up and down with every quickening heartbeat. Cade’s monster was probably as big as his forearm when it was hard, but Jacob still had a respectable, and very hard, seven inches. It wasn’t porn star thick, but his girlfriend always needed two hands to handle it, and she never complained as she moaned and bounced on it night after night.
He reached down and touched it, feeling a wave of heat wash over him.
What the hell? I’ve never felt anything like this before, he thought.
Tentatively, he grasped his cock in his hand. Normally he’d take his time, especially with how sensitive it felt, but just then he heard the shower switch off. Jacob didn’t bother with the bottle of lotion sitting on his nightstand, he just started pumping. It felt incredible. It’d never felt like this before, it was like the first time he’d ever jerked off, like he’d never felt a hand on his dick.
He stopped and gently brushed his fingers around the throbbing head. It was so sensitive he fell to his knees, afraid he’d pass out. It didn’t take long before he felt the pressure build in his balls. He had just enough time to grab his fallen boxers and shove them in front of his dick before he pumped out the biggest load of his life. He grunted with each powerful shot, too carried away to worry about being quiet. If he hadn’t managed to grab his boxers, he was sure he would have shot clear across the room.
“What the fuck was that?” he said to the empty room as he tried to catch his breath. He quickly cleaned himself off and pulled on a new pair of shorts as his cock slowly settled down to a resting position.
The water switched off in the shower, and Jacob heard the shower door open and close. He imagined Cade standing there, toweling off, running the towel across his washboard abs and down to his long, thick member.
Jacob’s face reddened, eyes darting away. The musk in the air thickened as Cade opened the door from the bathroom. A wave of moist, hot air roiled out into the room wrapping around Jacob like a haze, his skin tingling, pulse quickening between his legs. Jacob's shorts tightened uncomfortably, his body responding in ways that made no sense—he'd never felt this pull toward another guy. He’d just jerked off moments ago, how could he possibly be hard again already?
“So, listen, Jacob, I have to run out really quick, should be back soon, but I have to get going.” Cade quickly pulled on a pair of shorts and a tee, barely taking time to slip on shoes and grab his room key before he grabbed the door handle.
“Actually... shit, I should tell you something. I'm—" He cut off, gripping the doorframe, breath quickening.
'What's up?' Jacob asked, sitting up. His shirt felt too tight suddenly, nipples pebbling against the fabric. He shifted, aware of a growing stiffness in his shorts—unwanted, confusing.
I'm not... no way. This has to just be a broken AC or something, he thought.
But the scent coiled tighter, making his thoughts fuzzy, his hole clenching with an unfamiliar hunger.
Cade swallowed hard, avoiding eye contact. 'I'm an Alpha. Tried to keep it under wraps—didn't want to weird you out. But the Heat is on. Sometimes I can knock it out with a shower, but it didn’t work. I gotta go before—'
The door clicked shut as he tried to leave, but the pheromones hit full force, a dense fog that invaded every inhale. Jacob's body rebelled—heat surging through his veins, cock hardening fully, straining painfully. His mind screamed resistance; this wasn't him, he liked girls, this was insane. But the need clawed, irrational, making his hole twitch with empty ache. 'Wait... what the hell is this? Cade, I feel... off. Like I can't think straight.' He stood, legs shaky, the room spinning slightly as desire warred with denial.
Cade looked over to his closet door and saw it was slightly ajar.
“You…you didn’t go into my closet, did you?”
Jacob nods. “Sorry I was curious what the big deal was, it really doesn’t smell at all in there. But I feel so strange now. What’s going on, what is this?”
Cade pressed his back to the door, hands clenched at his sides, the outline of his erection swelling visibly in his shorts—thick, insistent. 'It’s the Heat. You don’t get just how strong the pheromones are. I'm sorry, man. Just... stay back. I'll handle it outside.' His voice cracked with embarrassment, cheeks burning as he fumbled for the knob again, clearly mortified at the situation unfolding.
But Jacob was on his feet before he knew it, the compulsion overriding logic. Reluctance twisted in his gut—he didn't want this, didn't crave a guy's dick—but the haze demanded relief. 'No, don't go. It's... it's bad. I need... fuck, you’ve got to help me.' His hands shook as he approached, eyes locked on Cade's bulge, the scent driving him mad. Part of him wanted to bolt, to fight it, but his body betrayed him, knees weakening.
Cade's eyes widened, gentle concern mixing with his own rising lust. 'Jacob, I’m sorry, this is my mess. This is going to be weird, and then it won’t be, and then it will be again after.” He stepped back slightly, hands raised in a placating gesture, his face a mask of apology and restraint.
The words barely registered. Jacob dropped to his knees, hands fumbling at Cade's zipper, heart pounding with shame and urgency. 'Just... let me try. Please. Make it stop.' He tugged the shorts down, Cade's cock springing free—massive, veined, the head flushed and leaking. It throbbed in the air, heavy and hot, the sight making Jacob's mouth water against his will. He hesitated for a beat, staring at the sheer size, a wave of doubt crashing through him—this was wrong, he wasn't gay—but he needed this to make the feeling stop, to return to normal.
Cade gasped, fingers threading lightly into Jacob's hair, not pushing, just holding. 'Easy... if you want to stop, say it. Seriously.' His tone was soft, almost pleading, as if he hated himself for this.
Jacob didn't. He leaned in, lips parting to take the tip, tongue swirling over the salty slit. The flavor exploded—rich, addictive—his reluctance fracturing as he sucked deeper, hollowing his cheeks. Cade moaned softly, hips still, letting Jacob set the pace. Inch by inch, Jacob worked him in, gagging slightly at the girth but pushing on, the pheromones fueling sloppy, desperate bobs. Saliva dripped down his chin, his own cock leaking in his shorts, the act feeling both alien and intoxicating.
'God, that's... you're doing good,' Cade murmured, voice tender, thumb stroking Jacob's jaw. He watched with wide eyes, breath ragged but controlled. Then, with a controlled shudder, he came—a small, deliberate spurt flooding Jacob's mouth, thick and warm, coating his tongue.
Jacob swallowed instinctively, the cum sliding down his throat like liquid fire. Relief flickered, but then it twisted—his eyes almost rolled back into his head from the pleasure, like his body switched into overdrive. His ass clenched, loosening inexplicably, ready, an unbearable emptiness demanding to be filled. Every nerve ending fired, his skin hypersensitive, especially there—his hole pulsing like it had transformed, soft and yearning. He pulled off with a gasp, cum dribbling from his lips, eyes wild. 'Fuck…Cade, what’s happening? I think…I need you inside me. Now. Please, it's worse—it's like my ass is... begging for it.'
Cade's breath hitched, but he nodded, helping Jacob to the bed with careful hands. 'Alright, but slow. First time, right? I'll be gentle.' He shed the rest of his clothes, cock still rigid, glistening with spit and cum. Jacob stripped frantically, reluctance drowned in desperation, lying back and spreading his legs, hole unfolding before Cade, slick from the cum's effect.
Cade knelt between them, slicking his length with spit, eyes soft on Jacob's. 'Breathe. Tell me if it's too much.' He pressed the head against Jacob's entrance, pushing in gradual—then, as the tight ring yielded, another rope of cum erupted from him, hot and deep, coating Jacob's walls.
Pleasure detonated, beyond anything Jacob could handle—waves crashing through him, prostate singing, every nerve overloaded in ecstasy. He cried out, back arching, cock spurting untouched as the sensation bordered on too much, raw and consuming. The cum seeped in, turning his insides molten, his ass now a slippery, sensitive channel that gripped like velvet, every inch alive and quivering like the most intimate folds.
'Oh god—yes—' Jacob gasped, tears pricking his eyes from the intensity. It was too good, his body remade in that moment, reluctance shattered into pure need.
Cade stilled, letting him adjust, whispering, 'You okay? Feels good?' His hands roamed soothingly over Jacob's thighs, voice laced with care. Only when Jacob nodded, whimpering pleas—'Don't stop, please, you have to keep going’—did he ease deeper, inch by torturous inch. Jacob felt it all: the thick crown breaching him, stretching his rim wide, then the veined shaft sliding in, filling him completely. His ass, juiced by the cum, responded like a pussy—wet, clenching, sending sparks of bliss radiating outward with every millimeter. The sensitivity was overwhelming; he could trace the ridge of the head pressing against his inner walls, the pulse of Cade's length throbbing deep inside, mapping his depths.
Part of Jacob couldn’t believe what was happening, but another part appreciated how gentle and patient Cade was. Jacob knew the stories about Alphas, wild beasts taking what they could, using regular humans as sexual playthings they owned. But Cade was just trying to get through the experience without hurting Jacob.
Cade groaned low, bottoming out with a final, gentle push, balls resting heavy against Jacob's skin. 'So tight... you're taking me so well.' He held there, letting Jacob acclimate, before pulling back slowly—Jacob whined at the drag, every vein scraping his hypersensitive passage, pleasure bordering on pain in its sharpness. Then Cade thrust forward again, measured and deep, building a rhythm that was tender yet insistent, his powerful athlete's hips driving with controlled force.
Jacob's hands clutched the sheets, moans spilling freely as Cade fucked him with care—long, rolling strokes that hit every spot, his ass milking the intrusion greedily. The cum inside amplified everything; it felt like his hole was swollen and slick, nerves firing in endless ecstasy, making him buck up to meet each plunge. 'Fuck... it's so deep... I feel you everywhere,' Jacob panted, his cock bouncing against his abs, untouched but leaking steadily. The stretch burned sweetly, the fullness turning his mind to mush, waves of heat coiling tighter in his gut. Cade's stamina shone through, his gifted body tireless, pounding with a rhythm honed from the field—precise, powerful, each thrust a calculated surge that made Jacob's walls pulse and squeeze.
Cade leaned down, capturing Jacob's lips in a soft kiss—hesitant at first, then deeper as passion overtook them—while his hips snapped forward with growing confidence. He angled just right, grinding against Jacob's prostate on every inward drive, drawing out guttural cries. Sweat slicked their bodies, the room echoing with the wet slap of skin, Jacob's ass squelching around the invading cock, the sensitivity making him feel exposed, utterly claimed. 'Like that? Tell me what you need,' Cade breathed against his neck, nipping lightly, his thrusts picking up pace but never rough—always checking in with a murmured 'Good?' or a caress, his bookish restraint giving way to raw, carnal prowess.
'Harder... but gentle... yes, right there,' Jacob begged, lost in the sensation, his reluctance a distant memory. He wrapped his legs around Cade's waist, pulling him closer, feeling the full length piston in and out—ten thick inches claiming him, the head nudging his core, sending jolts that made his toes curl. The cum's effect had him dripping, his hole a sopping mess that fluttered and gripped, pleasure building like a storm. Cade's dynamo nature took hold, his muscles flexing as he drove deeper, faster, the athlete's power channeling into relentless, ecstasy-fueling pumps that had Jacob seeing stars, every vein and ridge dragging fire along his transformed passage. “What the fuck….what the fuck is happening?” Jacob cried as Cade’s cock pushed him to new heights of ecstasy.
They moved together, Cade's control fraying as his Heat demanded release, but he held back, focusing on Jacob's gasps and shudders, his nerdy attentiveness translating to perfect attunement in bed—reading Jacob's body like a well-loved text. Minutes stretched, the fucking intense and prolonged—slow grinds melting into firmer pumps, Jacob's body arching off the bed as climax neared. 'I'm close... fuck, Cade—'
Cade's rhythm faltered, a deep growl escaping as he buried himself to the hilt one last time. 'Me too... take it all.' His cock swelled, then unleashed a massive flood—rope after thick rope of hot cum erupting inside Jacob, painting his walls, filling him to overflowing. The sheer volume was staggering, pulsing deep, and Jacob felt every spurt: warm jets coating his sensitive insides, the absorption immediate as it soaked into his flesh, easing the fire.
Ecstasy peaked, Jacob's orgasm ripping through him—cock erupting in sticky arcs across his chest, ass clenching rhythmically around Cade, milking every drop. Relief washed over him in tandem, the pheromones dissipating like mist in sunlight, the oppressive haze lifting from his mind. His body relaxed, the hypersensitivity fading to a warm glow, cum fully absorbed, leaving him sated and spent.
Cade collapsed gently beside him, both panting, the room now clear and cool. Jacob stared at the ceiling, the high receding into a mix of satisfaction and dawning regret. The haze soon cleared and his mind returned to normal. 'That was... intense. But fuck, Cade, why didn't you warn me sooner? You knew this could happen. How did I make it my whole life without meeting an Alpha and within hours of meeting you, you’ve got your cock buried in my ass?'
Cade winced, propping up on an elbow, face etched with guilt. 'I know, I should've said something from the start. I just... didn't want to scare you off. Being an Alpha's already awkward enough and I didn’t want to lose a roommate on the first day, especially not when we were getting along so well. I'm really sorry, Jacob. I tried to leave, but—'
Jacob sighed, rubbing his face, his hand coming away covered in cum that dripped down his face and ran like little rivers between his pecs to form pools in his abs. 'Yeah, well, it happened. I can’t pretend like I’m not upset about how it happened. I didn’t exactly have a choice here. But I also can’t pretend that was awful. I don’t know what to think. At the very least, next time, if there is a next time, you need to be instantly, 100% honest with me.”
Cade grabbed a clean towel and tossed it to Jacob, his huge cock swaying as he moved, a thin line of cum still dripping.
Cade nodded earnestly. 'Promise. We'll talk more in the morning? Figure this out.'
“I don’t know Cade. I might have to talk to the Dorm Hall Advisor about switching rooms, I mean, that was like an attack.”
“Woah, I don’t really think ‘attack is the right word here, do you? I fucking told you to stay out of my closet, but you didn’t listen. You got yourself into trouble and you begged me to help you out, or do you not remember five minutes ago when you begged me to fuck you?” Cade said, his anger rising. He knew there were laws in place that protected Alphas in just this sort of situation – a protection many Alphas exploited all the time to get away with doing whatever they wanted. But Cade was better than that.
“I was under the influence of a drug that you created,” Jacob said.
“The drug I specifically told you to avoid and you ignored me?” Cade returned. Throughout the encounter, Cade felt guilty and concerned for Jacob, but now he was getting angry. And he was still naked. His cock finally started to soften back down to merely being a cruise ship windsock instead of a massive battering ram. Jacob was annoyed with himself for looking.
“I guess…I’m just upset that it happened and you didn’t really tell me what was going on. But I can’t say you didn’t try to avoid what just happened,” Jacob admits. He’s still mad that Cade wasn’t honest up front, but he had to be honest, he didn’t listen to Cade’s warnings.
“I know, and I am genuinely sorry about that. We can talk about this in the morning, but you should probably shower all that off of you. The Heat is over now and everything should be back to normal. Clean up and by then you should be able to go to sleep,” Cade said.
Jacob headed for the shower and quickly cranked the dial up to its hottest setting. He lingered in the hot water, washing the cum and sweat off his body. His hands made sure every inch of his body was soapy and clean. He probed around to make sure everything was okay, carefully probing his hole with his fingers. He expected it to be loose, but he still had to push hard to get a finger inside. He was curious to see if any of Cade’s cum was still there, but it must have all been absorbed.
Jacob finished rinsing off and turned off the water. He could feel the exhaustion really set in now. As if all the moving around and unpacking wasn’t enough, the experience with Cade really took it out of him.
It’s strange that he’d never really heard anyone really talk about what it was like to be with an Alpha. His parents never gave him the sex talk, even to warn him to be cautious. He guessed they just assumed he’d learn it from the internet or Sex Ed class. They’d lived in a school district that realized they couldn’t ignore basic biology, which meant learning about new feelings and changes to their bodies. It also meant sometimes the red light went on in the Heat Rooms one very floor of the school to keep uncontrolled pheromones contained.
He finished toweling off and pulled on my bathrobe.
When he went back to the room, Cade was already in bed with his light off. Jacob guessed he didn’t really want to talk to him either until he could have a little more time to think about what to do next. This wasn’t really his fault either. Could Jacob kick him out of their room on their first day on campus? And even if he did, wouldn’t he just have to live with another guy who will have to put up with this? It didn’t seem fair to him either.
Jacob had a lot to think about and a lot of decisions to make, but they would have to wait. As he pulled his covers over himself, he was just glad his cock finally softened and his body had returned to normal, though totally and completely spent.
Hopefully he could sleep through the night without dreaming. If he dreamed, he already knew what it would be about.
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