Dairy of a Young Alpha

Saturday, 18 March 2023

I had a very happy St. Patrick’s Day. Yesterday morning I was running around the edges of the university’s campus in just track shorts and an athletic tee. It was early, like 7:00am or shortly after. I had a good sweat going. Wisps of steam rose from my bare shoulders as I changed gears to run down a wooded path. It was just a few degrees above zero, but guys like me are seldom cold. I wanted an early start on my spring shred.

For the coldest months of this past winter I was holed up with one of the university’s varsity rugby stars –a big, strong, furry guy. Believe it or not his name was actually Chad. It was like boning with a giant, muscular teddy bear. Dude had two inches of height on me and at least thirty pounds of beef. Of course there was one measurement where I had him beat hands-down. But with a good, thick eight inches he could still give it as good as he got. Nothing like a vers top who knows what he’s doing. He was always down to fuck. But the two of us added up to well over four hundred pounds of solid, muscular dude. We literally broke his bed one night. I felt kinda bad about that and helped him buy a new one. Seemed only fair. He had a great place, too, including a lifting cage in the basement with enough weight for even the likes of us. Plus he was even a great cook! He could make this seafood pasta dish that made me want to fuck him with every bite. I barely left his place for the winter. There were a couple snow storms when he and I didn’t even get dressed for two or three days at a stretch. We just closed the curtains, turned the heat up, and went from eating to fucking to showering to sleeping over and over again. It was so nice. But I am very much a creature of the warm months. I was ready for a change. Back to my morning St. Paddy’s Day run.

I tore through the naked tress and my running shoes sank into the soft earth. The fresh air of spring coursed through my lungs and I was feeling pretty frisky. My hunky rugby star had been a great winter companion, but I was ready to start spreading my seed again like a good alpha should.

Hey. I’m Kevin Larsen. And I’m a twenty-year-old alpha. More about that later. For now, let me give you an idea of what you’re looking at. I’m six-foot-two and north of 200 pounds of rock solid muscle, much of it in my arms, chest, and back. I’m wide as fuck with a narrow waist and two long, toned columns of muscle for legs. My hair is loose, ash brown curls that cover my forehead bounce along the nape of my neck. I’ve got bright, honey brown eyes that turn down at the corners a bit. I can rock the brooding bad boy look pretty hard. Add in a square jaw, slightly hollow cheeks, and plump, cupid’s bow lips. Yeah, even as alphas go, I’m fuckin’ sex on legs. I’m in my second year at Western University studying Business and Marketing. Anyways, let’s finish that run, shall we?

Running, or any sort of intense physical activity, is a whole different experience if you’re an alpha. Not only do you feel your body more intensely that any beta ever could –the flexing and stretching of your muscles, the pumping of your blood, the air as it moves across your skin. You can also feel your energy whirl around you and through you, into the earth, into the air, and back again. Whether its running, lifting, or anything else that gets you moving it’s an entirely different kind of rush from what a normal athlete would feel. Of course the most intense physical activity is sex. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself. Running through the tress and the cool mists rising from the ground, I felt like an animal his natural habitat, like a king of the forest.

The sun was peaking above the tops of houses as I dashed out of the trees. Following the winding trail through a grassy field, I headed back for the campus buildings. I wanted to get a drink of water at the fountain outside the school’s athletic centre then go inside and pump some iron while my heart rate was still up. I got to the fountain, stopped and stretched for a bit, then pulled my shirt off and used it to wipe my face and torso down. Not that the shirt wasn’t already drenched with sweat, just slightly less drenched than me. In the beach weather months I keep my chest hair trimmed, but over the winter I’d allowed a coat of fur to grow across my pecs. It was plastered to the broad, thick muscles with perspiration, my nipples erect from the cold. A narrow trail of fur also crawled down the centre of my abs down into the waistband of my shorts.

I tucked my shirt into the waist of my shorts, leaned over, and took a long drink. I felt heat escape my body and rise off the bare skin of my broad back and shoulders. Once my thirst was quenched, I took in a deep breath through my nose. That’s when I smelled it: the strong, sweet scent of a young, virgin beta.

I discretely sniffed the air a couple times, looked to my right and saw exactly what I expected to see. On a bench under a bare birch tree, with his knees brought up to his chest, sat the cutest, twinkiest of guys, staring at me over the top of a book. His jaw was slack, his eyes wide. He was no doubt attempting to scan as accurate a picture as he could into his spank bank for future reference. I inhaled deeply and drank in more of his scent.

You’re probably wondering what a young, virgin beta smells like. Fair. I’ve tried to describe it for myself before. It’s kind of like fresh honey, cloves, and... I don’t know, a few other things. All I know is it always goes straight to my crotch. Huffing in this guy’s scent made my balls churn. My dick plumped a bit, and suddenly I was in the mood for a different kind of workout.

I smiled and sauntered over to him, never breaking eye contact. I shifted my weight from side to side as I walked, moving like he and I were already fucking.

“Hey,” I said to him, giving him the slightest of nods as I leaned against that birch tree next to him. “Kinda early to be cramming, isn’t it?”

With my left arm, I reached behind and casually massaged the back of my neck while leaning my elbow against the tree. In other words, casually showing off my meaty bicep to this guy while ensuring that my own scent came at him at full intensity. My other hand was at my hip, the thumb under the waistband, pulling down on my shorts ever so slightly, letting him see that adonis line that pointed straight to my crotch. Yup, I knew exactly what I was doing. Not my first rodeo.

“Uh...” he said in a daze, his eyes swimming all over me, not knowing where to look.

I continued to drink in his scent. I have a great nose, even by alpha standards. I could tell he was turned on already. Hell, I could tell he was throwing wood, even with his legs drawn up to his chest like they were. I could’ve leaned over and whispered “Follow me” into his ear right then and he would’ve done it. But I decided to do the civilized thing and keep the conversation going, at least for a little while longer.

“The book,” I said, helping him out a bit. “It’s a little early to be cramming for a class, isn’t it?”

“Uh... yeah, I guess,” he said, looking up at me. “I, uh... don’t have class until ten, but... Uh... It’s a good book.”

“Right on,” I said, stretching my arms above my head and arching my back. In other words, I stuck my crotch out at him, just in case he couldn’t already see I was hung like a pony.

“I like to move first thing in the morning,” I continued. “Helps me to focus for the rest of the day.”

“Uh... huh...” he squeaked, staring at the silky outline of that huge tube of flesh straining the sewn-in mesh underwear of my shorts.

“I’m Kev,” I said, bringing my arms down and holding out a hand toward him.

“I’m Stewart –uh, Stewey,” he said, grabbing my outstretched hand for a shake.

“Nice to meet you,” I purred.

Shaking his hand I fully realized just how twinky this twink really was. Inside my big, calloused paw his hand was small, delicate, almost feminine. It was a challenge sizing him up with him sitting the way he was. I reckoned he must’ve been about five feet tall, just north of a hundred pounds. Dude was literally half my size! But he was cute as fuck. Spiked blond hair, bright blue eyes, clear, smooth, dimpled cheeks. And a really pretty looking mouth.

“Yeah, uh... Nice to meet you, too,” he said, swallowing heavy.

“Say,” I said, stretching my shoulders, “I was gonna take a walk in the arboretum to cool down a bit before hitting the showers. You wanna join me?”

“Sure,” he said immediately. “I mean, uh... yeah, that’d be cool.”

Stewey stowed his book and jumped to his feet. He pulled his shoulders back, stuck his chest out and smiled as he looked up at me. Nice. He was dressed in a thick, grey hoodie and green cargo pants. He immediately pulled the hem of his sweatshirt down over his crotch, but not before I could confirm that, yup, he was already throwing wood at me. I smiled broadly and slapped him on the back as he fell in beside me. The two of us sauntered off side by side, walking back where I just came from. We must’ve looked like big bro and little bro in search of some mischief. My nuts started getting heavy thinking ahead to what was gonna happen. I walked a little bowlegged as I felt the weight of them and my chubbing dick tug at my groin. This was gonna be sweet!

Stewey and I shot the shit about classes, weekend plans, and the like as I led us back onto the trail. Then I led us off the trail and inside a heavy copse of cedars where I’d been several times before for some one-on-one time or to just rub one out.

“Ah...” I sighed. “Finally some privacy.”

I stopped us, turned to face him and, with a smirk, slung the waistband of my running shorts behind my heavy ballsack. Feeling the freedom of the open air my junk started inflating rapidly.

“Holy shit!” twinky Stewey exclaimed when he finally saw me in all my glory.

My cock swung skyward, reaching a full, throbbing nine-and-a-half inches. I’ve learned this is another mark of an alpha. The cocks of beta males, the rare times that they approach an alpha’s size, don’t stick straight up and sometimes don’t even get fully hard. A big beta cock will, at best, point out ninety degrees from the dude’s body. But an alpha male’s fuckpole always gets super hard, standing tall and proud like a mighty redwood. Right there in front of Stewey mine stood right up against the brickwork of my abs, tapping a steady rhythm against them. Pencil-thick veins snaked up and down it, pulsing with the beat of my heart. It was about as thick as Stewey’s wrist. By now my balls had swollen to the size of a couple juicy tangerines in anticipation of the action ahead, packing themselves with thick, potent alpha seed. I felt the weight of my swollen junk tugging on the muscles of my groin. My prostate pulsed and a big, bead of clear precum formed on the tip of my cock, half of it still shrouded in my foreskin.

I smiled at Stewey and said, “Dive in dude. Take what you want.”

I swivelled my hips and swung my cock for emphasis, bringing my hands behind my head to show off my arms and expose my deep, furry pits. Stewey immediately dropped his knees to the damp grass and crawled toward me. Reaching up with reverence and disbelief, he tentatively reached out to squeeze my left nut with one hand and my cock with the other.

“You’re so... big...” he said quietly.

My industrial-sized toolbox now took up his entire field of vision. Breathing in his scent now I could smell just a tinge of fear mixed in with that sweet, virgin musk.

“Don’t worry, little dude,” I said. “I won’t hurt you.”

I brought one hand down and cupped his face, turning his sweet, blue eyes up to meet mine.

“In fact, I’m gonna make you feel soooooo good. Better than you’ve ever felt. But you gotta get me good and wet first. Think you can do that, bro?”

He slowly nodded, parted those pretty lips, and sucked the drooling head of my cock into this mouth. I growled, low and satisfied, slowly running my fingers through his golden hair as he went to work.

Sex as an alpha is amazing. I’ll describe it as best I can. Imagine feeling your balls swell right along with your cock. Imagine your cock harder than you’ve ever been and staying that way for as long as you want. Imagine the skin being super sensitive to even the slightest touch, yet still being able to fully control whenever you orgasmed. Imagine being able to feel a slow river of thick, viscous precum pump itself all the way from your balls out the tip of your cock. Then imagine that your precum isn’t just precum. Alpha lube is magic. It makes everything it touches feel tingly, relaxed, and warm –primed for fucking, in other words. On top of all that imagine being able to feel your sexual energy rise up your body like sun kissed summer wind. Yeah, sex as an alpha is amazing.

And my magical alpha lube was having the predicted effect on Stewey. I slowly shoved more and more of my cock down his loosening throat with each micro thrust. His eyes bulged wide in disbelief. After a few minutes his confidence crossed a threshold. He grabbed my hairy, muscular thighs and deep-throated me, burying his nose in my sweaty pubes.

“Awe, yeah!” I cried. “Way to go, bro!”

I thrust my hips into his face, flinging my swollen balls up into his chin. This whole time he looked up at me like he was staring into the face of god. I decided to take things up a notch and reward him for being such a good cocksucker. I locked eyes with him and started reaching inside of him in that way that only an alpha can. I focused on my breath, channelled as much energy as I could through my gaze, and started masturbating his fucking mind until–

“Unghhhh...” he moaned around my cock, squinting his eyes, his body jerking. Then the smell erupted from his crotch and I breathed it in like candy. Yup. I made him cream his pants. Without even touching his dick. Fuck, I love being an alpha!

The little dude came off my cock with a gasp and collapsed on the ground, cupping his spasming balls through his cargo pants and looking up at me in sheer amazement as he caught his breath.

I smirked and stripped out of my shorts, tossing them aside and standing before him buck naked in nothing by my runners as I stroked my huge, leaky cock above him.

“You may as well get naked, too, bro,” I said to him. “Things only get messier from here.”

He obeyed. In a minute he was as naked as me. Small as he was, dude was actually pretty toned and ripped under those bulky clothes. His cock was small compared to mine, most guys are, but he was actually a respectable size for a guy just above five feet tall. I could see letting him mount me to see if he had what it took. And he was still hard as a nail. I looked him up and down and realized that, if I wanted this encounter to go where I wanted it to, this little guy was gonna have to be good and warmed up first.

I folded up his thick, hooded sweatshirt, laid it down on a big log and sat down on top of it.

“Jump on, bro!” I said with a smile, slapping my thighs.

He immediately straddled my waist and slid himself forward, mashing our cocks together and stroking them in his fists. I was so much bigger than him. The size comparison was a turn-on. We kissed and made out as he stroked us. In seconds my cock pumped out so much lube that our dicks were swimming in it. I squirted some more onto my hand and reached beneath him.

“Damn!” he cried. “How the fuck do you make so much... ungh... Oh fuck!”

I massaged my home brewed lube into his pussy and slipped a finger inside him. He sighed and collapsed into my chest, still stroking our cocks together as I finger fucked him.

“That feel good, baby?” I said, low and sexy as I clutched him to my chest.

“Uh huh...” he moaned as I worked him.

“You gotta get nice ‘n’ loose for me now. Think you can do that?”

“Um hum...” he purred.

It was like playing with a toy. I’d tap his prostate with one of my long fingers to make him gasp and thrust with his hips against my cock. I’d kiss him on the neck and shoulders to make him sigh and moan. I’d flex my cock in his grip to make his eyes go wide in amazement. Then I added more of my fuck juice and shoved two fingers inside of him. A constant breathy chorus of moans and groans flowed out of him. After some more stroking he went electric, again, groaning and splooging all over my cock and lower abs. I breathed in deep. That sweet virgin beta musk went right to my balls. But that musk of his wouldn’t be there for much longer.

“Hang on tight, bro,” I said, just before grabbing his ass firmly with my hands and standing up, his arms wrapped around my neck, his legs wrapped around my waist.

“Holy fuck!” he gasped in amazement.

I held him in the air and felt around his pussy with the tip of my cock until...

“Ungh!”

He gasped as my big throbbing head knocked at his entrance. I squirted out some more of my magical alpha lube then lowered him while thrusting up with my hips. He moaned, squinting his eyes and biting his lip but I was able to make entry. I felt the ring of his ass snap tight around my cock. Touchdown! His eyes fluttered open and his mouth made a perfect O as I slowly lowered him, quarter-inch by quarter-inch, down on my cock. Sinking my prick into this hot, eager twink felt soooooo good. I had to grit my teeth to take things as slow as I did. I wanted to break in this amazing pussy without breaking in entirely. My biceps bulged like veiny cannon balls with the effort as I slowly controlled his descent, a fact that he did not miss. He clawed at my big arms with his tiny hands as I lowered him, feeling my warm steel as much as he could while more of my warm steel penetrated him from below.

I continued to pump alpha lube into this hot-as-fuck twink and after five or so torturous minutes we were finally fully bonded. I buried myself to the hilt inside him, smiled, looked into his eyes, and flexed my cock for emphasis, eliciting an erotic gasp from him. Then I gave a few micro thrusts and...

“Ungh! Ummmmm...”

I smothered his moans with my mout as Stewey went electric a third time. He collapsed onto me as his cock spasmed more twink spunk onto my furry lower abs. His scent had begun to change at that point. That strong, sweet virgin musk began to resemble a diminished version of my own scent. Yup, I was owning this twink, claiming him as my beta to any alpha who took a whiff. And I hadn’t even fully bred him yet.

“Okay,” I thought, “That’s three orgasms for you, dude. Now it’s time for big bro to bust a nut.”

I took the fucking up a notch, thrusting harder, bouncing him up and down on my muscular fuckstick like he weighed nothing. My seed-heavy balls flung themselves up into his ass with every thrust. His moaning became less coherent. At this point I was literally fucking him to the edge of consciousness.

I felt thick, heavy alpha seed rise from my balls and pack itself into my cock. I was gonna go for maximum pressure before unloading inside this prime beta. I wanted to really show him what a stud he’d landed for himself. So I waited for several more thrusts. Then several more. The pressure in my cock built and built. My cock got harder and harder, bigger and bigger. My balls were packed so full I would almost feel them stretching. And then...

“Grrrrrrrr!” I growled, low like a wolf, thrust my cock as deep inside of him as I could, and released my seed.

My cock pumped so hard, right up against his prostate, that I think he orgasmed again as I unloaded into him. He was practically putty in my arms now, just moaning and breathing in utter bliss, clutching onto me, feeling that thick, potent seed flood his body and spread its warmth throughout his flesh. I felt my energy soak into him and meld with him like an ethereal extension of my body. Now we were bonded. Now he was mine.

My cock continued pumping my seed up into him, more semen than a healthy beta male could pump out in a week. But it would soak into him quickly. By tonight he’d feel better, stronger, and healthier than he’d ever been before in his life. And it would last for days. I breathed deep from the hair on the top of his head. The virgin musk was gone, replaced with a weaker version of my own. No other man would ever satisfy him like this. I owned this twink.

Beneath us I felt some of my seed roll down my balls and drop onto the grass. I’d obviously filled him beyond capacity. I gently pulled out, kissing him the whole time. Panting, I set him down and stood him up.

“Oh my fuck...” he moaned as he leaned on me, gently shifting his weight from leg to leg, panting like he’d just run a marathon. We were both pretty sweaty. I just held him there in the centre of those cedars, stroking his back, squishing his cum between our torsos as we recovered for a few minutes. Then I separated us and smiled down at him. I ran a finger over my abs, collecting some of his juices. I brought my finger to my mouth and sucked it clean.

“Mmmmm...” I said, rubbing our crotches together. “You taste good.”

He looked up at me panting and grinning.

“Please... tell me... we can... do that... again,” he said.

“Absolutely, little dude,” I said, handing him his clothes. “You are way too hot to let go.”

Stewey and I hit the showers together and then later that night hit the town for some beers. Turns out we’re both, like, one-sixteenth Irish... or something. It was nice to have someone to toast the return of the warm weather with me. Stewey’s actually pretty nice to hang out with. He’s a psych major. A year younger than me. I totally plan on spending more time with that hottie!

As far as I know I’m the only alpha in town. It’s been rough at times, but pretty awesome in other ways. It means a whole town full of twinks and studs that I don’t have to share! But it also means not having another alpha to bond with. It means no one to talk to about alpha stuff with. Which is why I decided to start writing in this diary. As long as no one reads it I figure that’s cool. Besides, even alphas need to vent and express themselves from time to time.

I had kinda hoped Chad might have alpha’d up by now, that rugby-playing, muscle-bound teddy bear who kept me warm and fed all winter. We sure spent enough time bonding, on every level imaginable. But nope. Guess it’s just not in the cards for him. Maybe he’d be up for double-teaming Stewey with me one night, though. Hummm... I think I’ll stick a pin in that one.