The Alpha Bro

Another "Alpha" Bro

The hot sun rays beat down on the golden sands of the beach.  Crystal blue waves sway onto the shore, glittering under the sunlight.  The beach is quite lively, plenty of people play in cooling waters or finding leisure on the sands.

Tank takes advantage of the weather, wanting to spend a fun day out in the sun.  He remembers that there’s an outdoor gym set up on the beach and makes it a plan to make the day a full day filled with physical activity.

By the time Tank arrives at the beach, the sight of people extends all along the soft sands.  With a plan to swim after his workout at the outdoor gym, Tank only arrives in his simple green swimming trunks.  People admire Tank’s strong musculature as he walks along the busy sidewalk, his pecs bouncing with each step.  Tank’s dazzling smile only makes people more captivated with him, but he’s oblivious to their words as his headphones are blasting with energetic music.

The outdoor gym has a modest amount of workout equipment, nothing too extravagant.  The entirety of the gym is fenced off which allows those who would like to watch sweating bodies to indulge their eyeballs.  A sign that reads “Beach Bodyworks” is attached to the fence next to the entrance.  After paying a small fee to workout for the day, Tank gets to his workout.

Tank’s muscles bulge and flex with each lift.  Sweating dripping down his face, chest, and abs.  His body glistens from the sunlight as he continues to pump out his workouts with great effect.  WIthout really noticing, Tank has garnered a bit of an admiring audience that watches him.  Which part of his body were people admiring the most?  It varies, but some clamor about the ever present bulge forming in Tank’s swimming trunks and the tip of his cock peeking out from the bottom.

Unbeknownst to Tank, a flustered man works out in close proximity to him.  The man has sun bronzed skin, dark hair tied into a short ponytail, a strong athletic body, and facial hair that outlines his jaw.  The man mimics each and every workout Tank does.  From shoulder presses to leg extensions, the man follows each workout.  The man isn’t mimicking Tank’s workout out of flattery, instead he is mimicking to prove that he’s able to outlift Tank.  The man’s burning jealousy of Tank’s audience is causing his ego lifting to skyrocket.  Overdoing many of the workouts and forgetting proper form, the man is ultimately going to injure himself if he doesn’t drop the heaviness of the weights that he’s attempting to show off with.

After loudly dropping a pair of heavy dumbbells and letting out a pained grunt, Tank finally notices the man.  Tank looks over and smiles before continuing with his next set.  Flustered, the man copies, but struggles.  By the time Tank finishes, the man is still struggling.  Wanting to be helpful, Tank gets up and helps spot the man.

“That looks a little too heavy for you.  If you push it too much, you’ll really hurt yourself,” Tank advises, standing above the man and readying himself to spot.  “If you want to do one really good rep, I can help spot you.”

Through struggling, gritted teeth, the man curses Tank, “Fuck you, I didn’t ask for your help.”

Ignoring the man’s words, Tank waits for the man’s arms to ultimately start giving out.  Thanks to Tank’s helping hands, the man’s shoulders don’t snap off from suddenly dropping heavy weights onto the ground.

“You were close!  But let’s go with a lighter weight so you can work on better form and work your way up to that weight,” Tank says.

“Fuck off!” the man yells, standing and pushing Tank away before stepping out of the gym.

A strong looking woman approaches Tank, saying, “Don’t mind Marcus, he’s a total ego lifter.”

“Oh okay,” Tank mutters, a bit confused, but unfazed.  He continues his workout to completion.

After finishing his workout, Tank goes to the bathroom to wash his face.  When he finishes wiping his face off, Tank finds Marcus stepping into the bathroom with angry brows.  Marcus pushes Tank into a stall.

“You fucker!” Marcus angrily whispers, his expression filled with irritation.

Tank raises a brow, unsure as to what he did to upset Marcus.  “Oh hi it’s you.  What did I do?”

“You just had to show me up in front of all of those people didn’t you?  Everyone knows I’m the King of Beach Bodyworks, the alpha of this gym!  No one lifts more than me!” Marcus yells in Tank’s face.

Tank maintains his usual composure, simply staring blankly at the angry man in front of him.  “Oh, is that it?  You’ll be able to lift heavier, but you have to watch your form and–”

Marcus hits the side of the stall to silence Tank.  “There’s only one person that lifts the most here and it’s me!”

“Okay sure,” Tank mutters, shrugging his shoulders.

Angry at the lack of a reaction, Marcus grabs Tank’s meaty shoulders.  Only now noticing the sheer size and musculature of Tank, Marcus audibly gulps.  “Th-that’s right!”

“Are you okay?” Tank asks, cocking his head.  Feeling something rubbing his bulge, Tank looks down to notice Marcus’s growing erection rubbing against him.  “Oh I see.”

Marcus looks down, his face flushing red.  “N-no, this isn’t what it looks like.  I just.”

“You don’t have to explain anything, you’re excited that’s all,” Tank comments with a smile.  “You want me to touch it?”

“Touch it?  Wh-what no…I don’t swing that way…” Marcus murmurs.  “But…it could…”

“How about I show you mine and then if that makes you more comfortable, you can show me yours?” Tank suggests.  Without waiting for an answer, Tank slides his swimming trunks down.  His large hardening cock springs out and slaps against Marcus’s erection.

“Oh my God…” Marcus mutters, admiring the size and shape of Tank’s cock.

“Your turn,” Tank says, winking at Marcus.

Hesitantly, Marcus lowers his shorts.  Marcus’s cock is freed from its confinements and collides with Tank’s.  By comparison, Tank’s size and length is vastly superior to Marcus’s.  A bit ashamed of the sight, Marcus grows incredibly bashful.

Tank notices, but wants to make Marcus feel good.  Tank says, “Here, let’s try something,”  He takes a seat on the toilet and motions to his thighs.  “Go ahead, take a seat on my thighs and face me.”

Marcus slowly straddles onto Tank.  Tank wraps an arm around Marcus to hold him tight.  Their cocks touch and rub against each other.  Tank grasps both cocks in his hand and begins to stroke.  Marcus moans softly, the tension between the two cocks making his body hot.  Leaking precum makes good lube to ease the hot friction.

Marcus leans his head forward, bumping into Tank’s.  His hot heaving breaths tickle Tank’s skin.  Tank snakes a finger to Marcus’s tight hole, rubbing against the perianal gently.

Marcus arches his back and yelps lightly when Tank inserts a finger.  The shocking sensation jolts straight up Marcus’s body, a foreign pleasure making his body tremble and shiver.  Despite the initial unease of having his prostate tickled and stimulated, Marcus can’t help but moan.

“Fuck…that feels so weird, but so good,” Marcus whispers.  He bucks his hips a bit to get Tank’s finger to rub against the pleasurable spot within him just right.

Tank looks up at Marcus, smiling at the sight of a muscular man fawning and flushing by his hands.  This spurs Tank to stroke their cocks faster and his finger to press a bit harder.  Marcus’s cock squirts out precum with every hard press against his prostate.

Marcus’s moans are interrupted by the sound of the bathroom doors opening.  Marcus stops moving, attempting to stifle his moans while still feeling Tank’s experienced hand and fingers.  Although he’s trying his best, Marcus lets out a couple of hushed moans that he’s unable to contain.  A pair of feet can be seen under the stall, a subsequent sound of streaming piss hits the urinal.

“Shhhhh…quiet.  Unless you want people to hear us,” Tank whispers deviously.  Tank hooks his finger to put better pressure against Marcus’s prostate.

Marcus tries to hush his moans, but involuntarily lets out quiet whimpers which only makes Tank want to press harder and quicker.  The person who stepped into the bathroom seems to take an eternity to finish pissing.  The longer it takes for the person to empty their bladder, the more that Marcus’s bodily tension rises and the harder it is for him to contain his enjoyment.

Finally, the person finishes pissing and leaves the bathroom.  As soon as the door shuts, the sound of Marcus’s relieving and pleasured moans echo loudly within the bathroom.

“Do you want more?” Tank asks.  His eyes look down at his precum slicked cock.

“M-more?” Marcus questions, looking down at Tank’s large cock rubbing against his.  He gulps at the thought.  Even though his mind is echoing a refusal, his body and heart are wanting to take in the large cock before him.  Marcus slowly nods.

Tank grins widely.  “Good boy.  Let’s get out of this cramped stall.”

Marcus eases off of Tank’s finger and stands up to open the stall door.  Tank follows Marcus out of the stall and commands, “Bend over the sink.”

Marcus obliges without question, sticking his eager ass out.  The crack of Tank spanking Marcus’s muscular cheeks snaps at the air, Marcus’s pained moans following.  Tank lines up the tip of his cock with Marcus’s ass.

“Breathe through it, this might hurt at first,” Tank warns.

The tip of Tank’s cock pokes and prods at Marcus’s hole until he’s able to push inside.  Marcus arches his back as he feels Tank’s cock gradually penetrating him.  After passing through the tight sphincter, Tank’s cock slides into Marcus with relative ease.  Marcus’s body shivers, yet he feels excessively hot from having such a large cock filling him up.

“Wow, you’re taking my cock like a champ!  It’s almost like you were wanting this all along,” Tank says.  He bucks his hips, his thrusts are slow and deliberate before picking up more speed for a more rough fuck.

“D-don’t tease me!” Marcus responds.

Tank snickers, spanking Marcus’s ass again before relentlessly thrusting into the tight virgin hole wrapped around his hard cock.  The bathroom is filled with the echoing harmonies of Marcus’s moans, Tank’s hips clapping against Marcus’s cheeks, and the periodic crack of Marcus’s ass being slapped red.

Marcus’s hole grips Tank’s cock tightly, squeezing every drop of precum it possibly can while yearning to be filled with hot sperm.  To match Tank’s rhythm Marcus thrusts his ass back toward Tank to drive the large cock inside of him even deeper.  Right now, Marcus wants nothing more but to be filled and bred.

Tank tugs Marcus’s ponytail, forcing his head up to make him watch himself getting fucked in the mirror.  Tank smiles widely, saying, “Damn isn’t it hot seeing yourself getting fucked?  You have such a hot expression, it looks like you’re enjoying it.”

Marcus flushes bright red.  The pleasure is filling his body, yet the bashfulness of seeing himself getting rammed from behind makes him want to hide his face.  Marcus’s eyes stare at his pleasured face, his mouth agape and moaning with each pump of Tank’s cock pushing inside of him.  Then his eyes move to Tank’s smiling face then down and to Tank’s sweaty, ripped pecs bouncing as he thrusts in.  The sight of Tank’s hot, strong, sturdy body flexing with each thrust of his hips is only driving Marcus more and more crazy.  Never in his life did he think such a hot person would be fucking him so hard; never in his life did he think he would be getting fucked by another man.

“I’m getting close!” Marcus howls.  His leaking cock throbbing at each inward thrust, aching for release.

Tank hooks an arm around Marcus’s neck and pulls him up to stand straight.  He whispers into Marcus’s ear, “Watch that cock of yours cum.”

With one strong forceful thrust, Tank’s cock shoots out hot cum that’s completely swallowed by Marcus’s ass.  Feeling the hot cum inside of his hole, Marcus watches himself in the mirror.  Marcus’s abs tense and his hard cock shoots ropes of hot cum that splatters all over the mirror.  Marcus moans loudly as he feels each pulsating push of cum erupting out of his shaft.

Marcus falls forward after cumming.  Tank slowly slides and plops his cock out of Marcus.  Tank squeezes Marcus’s cheeks, a finger collecting the cum oozing out of Marcus’s hole.  Leaning down to Marcus’s ear, Tank whispers, “What a good bred boy.”