Alfie
The door opens in less than a second, only this time it isn't Darren. "You've been ignoring me" Alfie practically growls as he steps back. As soon as I step into the hallway he leaps forward, slamming the door behind me, his arm over my shoulder, backing me against the door. All I can focus on is the sweat patch under his armpit, I should be pissed at him, but I'm not, I want to rub my face all over that patch of musky sweat. I swallow and look up into his eyes, he sways slightly as he grins down at me. He's been drinking, and he's too young to handle his beer. "Chill out man" I mutter, not sounding as confident as I'd like. "Oh I'm chilled... but you better tell me why you've been ignoring me young man" he chuckles as he speaks, stepping closer to force me further against the door. His strong chest is warm against me , surrounding me in his scent, beer sweat and teenage horn. "First of all" I whispher as my hand presses against his firm chest, his t shirt feels damp against my hand. "You're six years younger than me. And this can't happen Alfie..." I begin. A long, sweaty finger covers my lips and he leans down over me. I think he's trying to intimidate me, but then he swivels his head around and his lips are brushing against my ear. I shiver slightly as he speaks, "I only wanted to return the favour baby". His hard bulge is pushed against my stomach as he begins to nip at my earlobe. The arrogant little bastard knows what he wants, I'll give him that. I manage to break my trance enough to say with shaky breath "What favour is that then?". His warm breath tickles my neck and cheek as his chuckles, still ghosting kisses over my jaw. "I gave you a taste of the goods..." his hand grips my wrist and forces my hand down to his bulge, I instinctively grip it. "You did... but Alfie..." He grips my chin roughly and forces me to look up at him as he rolls his hips, pushing his bulge into my hand further. "Shh, stop acting all innocent. You loved my little game... didn't you baby?" His voice is low, calm, and he's not wrong. Before I can answer he leans back, looks down at me and spits. The spit somehow lands directly in my mouth. It's warm, and thick, and I can't help but swallow it, fuck it's delicious. "I asked you a question Alex" he tugs my shoulder roughly and flips me, my face now pressing against the door. There's no point in trying to free myself, he's too strong. "Yes... I did... I think" I whimpher, trying to avoid his burning gaze. The heat, his scent, and this interaction are too much for me, my cock is leaking in my boxers and my brain feels overwhelmed. I feel him step closer, his auror alone controlling my body. The weight if his body presses against my sweaty back, his bulge now resting against my arse, but he isn't grinding, isn't pushing, almost as if he's waiting for permission. Which at this point seems odd. "I thought so, now, you can walk this sexy little arse upstairs, lay down like a good boy and spread these skinny little legs in the air so that I can eat this tight little boy pussy... or I can go show dad what's in your backpack... hmm?" The threat doesn't register at first, just his warm breath teasing my ear... "You little shi..." I begin, but instantly stop when his large hand hits the door, inches from my nose. "Shh, you're a thief Alex. And a slut. Now I like that, but you seem ashamed... I'm ordering you to shut the fuck up and be what you really are" his hand is in my hair, his nose digs into my cheek and his lips scrape against my jaw as he speaks "upstairs, now" he barks. He let's go and steps back, I only nod and begin to walk towards the stairs. My arse stings as soon as his hand connects, but the whispered "good boy" that follows stops me from complaining. The ruckus outside tells me nobody will even notice Alfie is gone, I'm going to have to go through with this... My mind keeps screaming no, but my cock seems to disagree as I awkwardly shuffle up the narrow staircase.
Alfies room is pretty much what I expected, a cluttered mess that stinks of teenage boy, dirty socks and boxers litter the floor, his large bed in the centre of the room unmade. The door clicking shut behind me snaps me out of my thoughts. I turn to see Alfie with a sheepish grin on his face "Didn't think you'd actually come up here..." he steps closer. I match his energy and step closer too, looking up at him I say quitely "Didn't leave me with much choice did you...". More gently than I'd expect, his large hands wrap around my hips and tug me against his strong body, as he nuzzles my hair he says "Oh come on, we both know I wouldn't say anything... and it's not like you're scared of anyone, let alone my dad" his hands roam my back, grouping my ass roughly. "Not scared no, but he is my boss Alf, that was a shitty move" I should push him away, stop this now, but I don't. Instead, I find myself inching closer to his pit, to that beautiful stain, his scent already flooding my senses. Warm fingers slip into the back of my jeans, tracing small circles on my ass cheeks. "Sorry, your profile made it look like you enjoyed an alpha... I'll make it up to you" he promises, his bulge poking into my hip. "Oh, I do, but never threaten me again" I don't sound nearly as strict as I mean too. He only chuckles at this as he pulls away slightly and catches my gaze. His cocky grin returns as lifts his arm, flexing. "See something you like huh?" He teases. I nod, leaning closer. "Answer" he demands. "Yes sir... your scent is strong, and that stain under your pit is distracting..." he cuts me off by pressing a sweaty finger against my lips. A rough hand on the back of my head pushes my face towards his pit, I don't fight it, and when my nose brushes against that wet patch I lose myself entirely. I hear myself moan as I inhale the scent, it's intoxicating, all consuming. He stinks, and I love it. "Proper little piggy ain't ya?" He teases, my answer is muffled as I moan into his pit. My entire face rubs around the warm fabric of his ripe pit, I push mybface into it hard, needing more. Without warning, he lifts me effortlessly, and the second I remove my face from his armpit his mouth crashes against mine. It's soft at first, his lips warm and teasing, but then his mouth opens around my lips, and my tongue is given entrance into his warm, wet mouth. I'm not given much time to explore the wet warmth of his mouth, before I can even think about the taste of him my head is roughly pulled back by my hair, and my face is slammed back into the thick wetness of his armpit. I can barely breath, the scent and taste of stale sweat overwhelming my senses, all I can do is moan into his pit. He pulls away, but I'm already intoxicated and addicted, so I dive forward back into his heavenly musk, lapping up his thick sweat greedily. His armpit is so all consuming I barely hear his laughter. He pushes me away with an arrogant scoff and cups my chin roughly. "You look so pretty painted with my sweat piggy" his thumb traces my jawline softly, and then he roughly grips my hair again. I look up at him, my heart thumping, hornier than I've been for a long time. He releases me and steps back, "you like what you see?" He teases arrogantly. I take a second to look him up and down, really taking in his body, his lean, pale body glistens with sweat, his light patch of chest hair leads all the way the centre if his torso and dossapears into his wasteband, my eyes trace his voice line. I nod. He motions me closer, I step forward and begin to kiss his collarbone, I trail kisses over his moist skin until I reach his nipple. I suckle it, and begin to teasingly flick my tongue over it as its stiffens. His large hand relaxes on the back of my head as my kisses move over towards the centre of his chest, when I feel weight pushing down at the top of my head I know it's time to move downwards. I follow the thin trail of hair, moisture surrounding my lips, the taste if his sweat, both fresh and old, now a familiar taste in my mouth. The room fills with sensual moans as I flick my tongue into his musky belly button, I savour the taste, inhaling his scent deeply as I reach his waste band. He tuts and grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him, his thumb brushes my lower lip, instinctively my mouth opens, and instantly a large glob of spit lands in my mouth. I swallow happily as he says "No more cock for you today piggy, you're too greedy, crawl to the bed" his voice is low, demanding. I abide and turn, I crawl towards the bed, when I notice the cum stained boxers I have to resist the urge and keep myself moving. As soon as I climb onto the bed my shorts are roughly pulled down. I'm about to speak when a strong hand connects with my arse, I moan loudly, sounding like a desperate bitch in heat. My boxers are ripped down before the next hit, making the sting more intense. "Such a fat arse on such a skinny little thing" he breathes huskily, clearly horny at the sight of me. "Thankyou sir" I say quitely. No more hits come, nothing foes for a while, and then I hear a low growl. Suddenly, a chill travels up my spine as a warm finger traces down my crack, circling my tight hole. I moan gently as he touches me, I arch my back and push my arse backwards towards his touch. He slaps my right cheek hard, "Don't act desperate" he orders, he finger gently rubs over my hole. He grips my hips roughly, and pulls me back against his bulge, rough fingers slip under my shirt and scratch down my spine as he rubs his bulge against me. I whimpher, desperately wanting him to claim me. I feel his hips begin to grind, his bulge rubbing my sensitive hole, he viciously grips my hair and pulls me up so that I'm sitting, my back against his strong body, his warm breath on my neck. A strong arm snakes around and tightens around my neck, his teeth tug on my earlobe as he whisphers " What do you want, boy?". I moan ans whimpher, sweat pooling on my forehead as I attempt to form an answer. "ANSWER, SLUT" he demands aggressively, his intimidating voice rattling directly into my ear. I shouldn't be turned on by aggression, I shouldn't be turned on by the stench of his room, by the taste of stale sweat that coats his body. But when he grips my hard bulge and pushes his against my bare arse, it's clear that I am. "You sir... I want... I want your cock sir, use my hole sir, please..." I begin to beg pathetically, I'm almost ashamed of myself. But deep down, this is exactly what I want. His grip on my neck loosens slightly as he chuckles loudly, a warm wet tongue slithers up my cheek. "You're sexy when you're pathetic" he whisphers. He throws me down onto his bed roughly, but all I can think is how nice his sheets smell (because they reek of him, his sweaty, unique, young alpha scent). I'm not sure what's happening until I feel his breath ghosting over my desperate hole. Before I can even beg, his warm tongue begins to circle my hole, agonisingly slow. He's torturing me deliberately, I look over my shoulder and see his young, handsome face grinning at me from between my cheeks. He licks his lips slowly, then parts my cheeks and dives in. I moan loudlybas his tongue pushes inside me, he eats my arse deep, passionately, putting all of his effort into it. I'm not sure how long he spends devouring my arse, but eventually he pulls away with a vulgar slurp. He slaps my arse hard, turns, and grabs his shirt. "You haven't earned my cock yet" he laughs as he walks out if the room. Leaving me confused, hard, and desperate. Eventually I pull my shorts back over my wet, puckering hole and bury my shame deep inside. I slowly make my way out if his room on shaky legs, I close his door and turn, slamming straight into someone. "Shit, sorry" I mumble. The man steps back laughing, it's Darren.
