The Alpha Bro

After a long day of work, Tank needed to get a workout in before the gym closes for the night. It's chest day for Tank, his most favorite day of working out. The pump is real. Each muscle shaking rep is pushed through with the aid of blasting music through his headphones. Tank is in the zone.

Tank loves a good workout day, the sweat drenching down his strong muscular body, the massive pump he gets, it's all worth it. A telltale sign of a good workout for Tank is if his dick starts to get hard. Tank only semi tries to hide his growing bulge as he finishes his workouts which gets plenty of onlookers to stare far longer than Tank is even aware of. In fact, Tank will sometimes catch the gaze of others and simply wave to them to be friendly.  It's not uncommon for Tank to be ogled at.  He's an attractive man with an incredible muscular physique that he's worked hard for.  He's tall and has a great jawline that can cut diamonds.  Even after a long day, his hair is still nicely done.  Overall, he looks incredibly put together which adds onto his natural charm.

At the end of Tank's workout, he heads to the locker room to shower. With only a few minutes before the gym closes, Tank knows he needs to hurry. Tank's hands scrub his hard body and pumped muscles, his fingers running down his hard abs all the way down to his persisting hard-on. Tank bites his lips, stroking himself a bit. Each stroke squeezes out hot precum. His fingers play with his balls. As much as he wants to beat off and relieve himself, he knows he needs to leave soon. Sexually frustrated, Tank finishes his shower, gets dressed, and prepares to leave.

Approaching Tank as soon as he leaves the locker room is a staff member that he's gotten to know over the years, Pietro. Pietro shyly says to Tank, "H-hey Tank."

"Hey Pietro, I'm just getting ready to leave, I know you guys close in ten minutes," Tank says with a large grin on his face.

"Oh thanks, but I was wondering if you're able to help me," Pietro inquires.

"What's up?" Tank asks.

Pietro points toward a squat rack that is occupied by three relatively muscular men being loud and obnoxious. Their voices travel loudly through the gym, their monkey-like yells causing people to pump the volume of their music even more. Pietro explains, "I've been trying to tell them they need to leave due to their behavior for a while now, but they won't budge and just laugh at me."

"You want me to talk to them?" Tank asks.

"If you can. I hate to ask you since I know you're not working here anymore, but you're a better people person than I am," Pietro explains.

Tank nods his head, saying, "That's okay! Anything to help out."

Tank walks over to the three men. Two of the men are chanting, "You got this Vince! Go! Go! Go!"

Vince, the biggest of the three, yells as he attempts to deadlift 300 lbs. Vince yells and yells, but ultimately gives up as he's unable to complete the rep. Tank has seen this trio a few times before, their loud yells are hard to ignore.

Tank approaches and says, "Hey fellas, the gym is closing soon."

"You don't work here, fuck off," Vince says, panting in between words.

"Okay, but they close soon so we need to clean up. Do you guys need help? I can help you," Tank says. He moves to the barbell and deadlifts the weight with impressively infuriating ease. Tank comments, "Oh, that's not too bad." Tank racks the barbell appropriately with an accomplished smile on his face. "Good thing today wasn't leg day for me!"

"What the fuck?" Vince utters, his face flushing red and a visible vein on his forehead tenses.

"Bro...he made that look easy," one of the men says, his eyes in complete awe.

"Now we rack the weights, I'll take this side, you guys can take the other side," Tank suggests, pulling the plates off of the barbell.

"Fuck you!" Vince yells, storming off with the other two in tow.

Tank watches the men leave, staring blankly at them. He shrugs his shoulders and finishes racking the weights appropriately.

Pietro approaches Tank to help him rack the weights. "Thanks for talking to them."

"You're welcome!" Tank says.

Tank walks to his car after leaving the gym doors, his hands fiddling with his keys. Suddenly, Tank is grabbed by the shoulder and pushed against his car. When Tank turns around he sees Vince, his eyes bulging with anger that can be seen by the dim lighting of the nearby lampposts.

"There you fucking are!" Vince spits as he speaks.

"That's nice of you to wait up for me," Tank comments, a large grin on his face.

"What? No, fuck you bro!" Vince yells, pushing Tank again.

Tank looks at Vince, raising a brow. "Is something wrong?"

"What the--yeah something's wrong! You!" Vince yells in Tank's face.

"Did I do something wrong?" Tank asks.

Vince raises a brow, his mouth agape at the obliviousness of the man in front of him. "What the fuck do you mean did you do something wrong? Yeah you did something wrong! You embarrassed me and now you're acting like you don't know what you did. Are you stupid or something?"

"I embarrassed you? How did I do that? I just wanted to help you out since the gym was closing," Tank responds, cocking his head a bit.

Now fully frustrated, Vince is doing everything he can to not scream at Tank's obliviousness. Vince's hands grip Tank's strong shoulders. "You can't be this fucking dense!"

Tank continues to simply just stare at Vince, oblivious and unbothered.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Vince yells. He attempts to shake Tank, but Tank's sturdy body remains relatively still. Vince's frustration builds up more and more, the heat of anger rising in his body. His breaths are audible. He continues to look at Tank, looking at the handsome face in front of him. His eyes trace Tank's features and look at his lips. Suddenly, Vince's lips suddenly lunge for Tank's.

Tank is taken aback a bit, but ultimately gives into the sudden kiss. Tank's hands hold Vince's waist, but that's when Vince snaps his head back and looks at Tank with total bewilderment.

Vince stammers, "I-I don't know why I did that...I-I'm not gay! I'm an alpha male! A high value alpha male!" Vince is practically yelling to affirm himself with his words.

"No one said you were," Tank responds, "you're holding a lot in aren't you?" Tank glances down, seeing Vince's dick poking through his shorts. "You're pretty excited huh?"

"Wh-what? N-no, you're just so close..." Vince mutters, his breaths increasing in speed.

Tank leans in, his lips mere millimeters away from touching Vince's. "Let's take care of ourselves, you've got me pretty excited too."

The silhouette of Tank's big cock can be seen even through the thick sweats he's wearing. Vince audibly gulps just at the sight of Tank's noticeable bulge. Just the mere silhouette of Tank's cock through his sweatpants is enough to get most people's mouths to water.

"Go ahead, give it a touch," Tank insists, smiling.

Despite Vince's hesitations, his trembling fingers reach for Tank's outlined cock. Vince's fingers glide along Tank, feeling the smooth fabric tightly holding in Tank's hardness.

Tank loops a finger under the hem of his sweatpants and boxers to pull them down, freeing his cock. Vince audibly gasps, his eyes admiring Tank's freed hard and veiny uncut cock in its glory.

"Let's put your mouth to better use, yeah?" Tank suggests, his hand gently pushing Vince down onto their knees.

Vince kneels, his hot breath inches away from Tank's swollen head. Vince bites his lips, hesitating but yearning to give the meaty cock in front of him a good taste. Slowly, Vince inches his lips closer to Tank's cock. His heart beats fast. He's never done anything like this before.

"Open your mouth," Tank urges, licking his lips as he watches Vince hesitate before his cock.

Vince parts his lips. Slowly, Vince sucks the tip of Tank's hard head, the taste of precum coating his tongue. Vince can feel Tank's cock taking up the majority of his mouth. The salty taste of Tank's cock is intoxicating, the leaking precum quenching Vince's curious thirst. Vince tries to take more of Tank's cock into his mouth, but Tank's size is far too much for his virgin throat.

"That's a good boy," Tank sighs. "That cock is tasty isn't it?"

Vince can only nod. He takes his hands and wraps them around the rest of Tank's shaft that his mouth is unable to take in. Vince bobs his head in tandem with his stroking hands. Tank's cock is stimulated from head to base, he can feel the precum spurting out of the tip of his cock with every stroke.

Vince can't deny how much he's enjoying Tank's cock. His mouth is like a vacuum, trying to suck all of the precum out of Tank's dick. He picks up speed in the hopes to be rewarded with Tank's hot cum.

"Now I need a taste of you. Turn around and lean onto my car," Tank orders.

Vince voluntarily stands and turns around, sticking his voluptuous bubble butt out. His hands rest on the roof of Tank's car, his body nervous and excited. Tank rubs Vince's ass before pulling down the constricting shorts. Vince's muscular ass is freed and held by a revealing jockstrap.

Tank chuckles, "Jockstrap huh? That's pretty slutty of you."

"N-no I just like how it feels..." Vince mutters.

"I'm not complaining. You clearly love leg day, you're not working those glutes out for nothing," Tank compliments. He spanks Vince, the cracking slap seeming to echo into the night.

Tank licks around Vince's tight hole. Vince's whole body shivers from Tank's hot tongue. Tank's fingers tightly squeeze Vince's jiggly ass. Every touch and lick makes Vince whimper in pleasure. Vince howls as soon as he feels Tank's tongue slide into his sweaty hole.

"F-fuck what are you d-doing!?" Vince stammers, turning his head. "Th-that's such a dirty..."

"Do you want me to stop?" Tank asks, his thumb gently pressing against Vince's taint.

"I-it feels nice...b-but..."

"Do you want me to stop?" Tank repeats.

Vince shakes his head, begging, "K-keep going. P-please."

"Since you asked so nicely," Tank mutters. Tank's mouth tackles Vince's hole, his tongue taking full reign to explore Vince's virgin ass.

Vince moans, internally conflicted about the pleasure he's experiencing. He's never been touched this way before and never thought he would, but it's happening. And it's breaking him.

Tank slides a finger into Vince's hole. Vince arches his back as if he had been shocked. Tank presses Vince's anal walls, massaging and fingering Vince in a way he's never felt before.

"Wow you're really tight, even a finger feels like a lot for you," Tank comments. "I don't think my cock can fit inside you."

"Y-you want to put that inside me?" Vince asks, a bit frightened at the thought of Tank's large cock impaling him.

"Only if you'd want it. You got it pretty hard right though..." Tank responds before biting lightly at Vince's meaty cheeks.

Vince wrestles with the idea, but ultimately submits to curiosity. "Fuck! Stick your dick in me!"

Tank smiles. "That's what I like to hear!"

Tank stands up, slapping his hard cock against Vince's ass. He pokes the tip of his cock against Vince's hole, teasing it relentlessly.

"This might hurt, take a deep breath and try to relax," Tank warns, attempting to coach Vince.

Tank gently pushes the tip of his saliva and precum covered cock into Vince's tight hole. Vince's hole stretches to accommodate Tank's space that he needs. Vince lets out pained groans. Tank slowly continues to push his cock into Vince.

"I-I don't know if I can take it..." Vince whispers, trying to hide his pain.

"Breathe. Once I get past the sphincter it'll be a lot easier. Breathe with me," Tank coaches. He audibly takes a couple of deep breaths for Vince to mimic.

Vince breathes deeply and slowly. Once he understands Vince's pattern, Tank inches his cock in again. Vince's hole is more welcoming, but still stretched to the max. Tank can't help but get incredibly aroused seeing his cock slowly being eaten by a virgin hole.

"You've taken about half of my cock, you're doing so good," Tank compliments, kissing the back of Vince's neck.

"H-half!?" Vince exclaims.

"You want more right? Think of this like a hard workout. Push your limits. Max out your reps!" Tank responds.

"F-fuck...I don't know if I can take it all," Vince murmurs.

"Wanna try?" Tank asks.

"Y-yeah..."

"Mmm good," Tank purrs. Tank leans in toward Vince's ears and whispers, "You know, I love putting 'alpha' gym bros like you in their place."

Tank shoves the rest of his cock into Vince.

Vince lets out pained and pleasured yelps upon taking all of Tank's large member so suddenly. "Oh fuck!" Vince cries out, his legs trembling.

"Good job, you took it all in," Tank congratulates. "I knew you could do it."

"Fuck...th-this feels weird," Vince whimpers.

"I'll take it slower now, breathe through it. The pain becomes pleasure," Tank says.

Tank gradually bucks his hips. His large cock thrusting in and out of Vince's tightly squeezing hole creates an intense heat between the two. Each of Tank's thrusts have the intent to go as hard and as deep as he can possibly take them. His cock reaches the depths of Vince's hole. Each subsequent push of Tank's cock rubs and satisfies the new sensation of Vince's prostate being stimulated.

Vince moans into the night. He's finding himself starting to buck his hips back to take in more of Tank's cock. It's almost automatic how much his body is reacting to wanting Tank. The initial pain of something so large inside of him and stretching him out is being overridden by the pure pleasure of being fucked like an animal.

The sound of the gym doors closing and keys jangling rings in the air. Pietro locks the doors and is beginning to walk to his car. This spikes the nervousness and anxiety within Vince.

Vince's heart starts pumping fast. "F-fu--"

Tank covers Vince's moans and words with his hand, holding him tightly. Tank whispers, "Shhhh...they won't know if we're quiet."

Tank's thrusts slow down and move slowly. The slow speed is almost painful as Vince's ass is yearning to be fucked hard again. Vince starts to buck his own hips to get Tank's cock back into him.

"Oh, you like my cock don't you?" Tank asks smugly. Vince nods, his muffled moans reverberating against Tank's hand. Tank pushes Vince down a bit to have him obscured by his car.

Tank keeps an eye out for Pietro, watching him as they walk to their car. Tank keeps thrusting into Vince, even when the gym worker is just a few feet away from the car they're fucking against. Should Vince have moaned loud enough, it definitely would've gotten the worker's attention.

Pietro notices Tank over the roof of Tank's car, waving to him and saying, "Have a good night Tank!"

"You too, get home safe!" Tank responds, thrusting into Vince.

Vince yelps quietly, the adrenaline of almost getting caught making him push his ass onto Tank. Vince almost wants to get caught, the risk is intoxicating.

Pietro raises a brow, asking, "You okay?"

Tank nods, smiling, "Yeah! Just saw something exciting. Have a good night Pietro!"

Pietro continues to his car and promptly leaves. Once in the clear, Tank's thrusts pick up speed and he is pounding away at Vince's hole. "Naughty boy. You really like my cock that much that you almost risked us getting caught."

"You feel so good!" Vince cries out.

Vince's hole takes the merciless pounding of Tank's cock. The sliding meaty rod pumping deep inside of him is driving him crazy. He doesn't know how to feel aside from just submitting to the pleasure that he's never experienced before. He can't believe what's happening, but his body feels so naturally inclined to want a cock inside of him. The more his prostate is being stimulated with every thrust of Tank's cock, the more his climax is building. When Tank starts fucking away at Vince's hole, Vince is at the edge and ready to burst.

"D-daddy..!" Vince moans. Vince's cum squirts all over the ground and on the car door. He pants, but realized what he had said. He quickly tries to retract, "I-I don't know why I said that..."

Tank chuckles, kissing the back of Vince's neck. "That's okay. I'll be your daddy. So be a good boy and take my cum!"

With one good thrust, Tank can feel the cum quickly slide through his shaft. Tank's hot, thick, and creamy cum shoots deep inside Vince's virgin hole. The thick ropes coating the anal walls and making Vince feel so full of cum.

Vince moans, "Fuck! I can feel your cum inside me...it's so hot."

Vince's body almost goes limp. Luckily, Tank is able to hold him up. Tank slowly slides his cock out of Vince's hole, his cock covered in cum popping out.

Tank takes a deep breath before saying, "That was fun! And your hole is very nice. Keep up the great work, just remember to be nice too."

Vince stands, stunned and a bit confused as to what had just happened. He rubs his ass, there's a great sense of missing something that's wrestling in his mind. Vince turns around to look at Tank who is in the middle of pulling up his sweatpants.

"Wh-what just happened?" Vince questions.

Tank raises a brow, responding, "Oh, we fucked in the parking lot. You seemed to really enjoy it. You got your cum all over my car door, don't worry I'll clean it up later. And I think you had a good time."

"I-I..."

Tank leans it close to Vince, whispering, "Who's the 'alpha' now?"