Tag: alpha male

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by ccallenreese

I texted him first: Hey – did you mean what you said on the profile? ‘Dinner and a Dominant Man wanted?’
Andre: Hells yes I did 😉 Sooo sick of cafeteria food here at the dorms. I miss home cooked food, and I need a hard fucking to get all this tension out of my muscles from studying for mid-terms. If you bring me food, I’ll put out for you all night long!

I stared at the response. Either sluts are getting younger and bolder or he was an extremely clever whore who had snuck into a college dorm. I pondered this.
Me: Well, I can take control in the bedroom if you want. But if you’re really a student at Rojo U, then send school ID and driver’s license so I know you’re not jailbait.
Andre: Mmm if I do, what are you gonna make me for dinner? I saw ur profile pic, you’re damn delicious looking on your own but a boy has to eat.
I actually scoffed. I wonder how often this worked for him. Me: Well, I hunt in the winter, so I got venison steak, I can make a mushroom risotto, and maybe a rainbow chard/baby green salad with raspberry vinaigrette?

The response came within minutes.
Andre: O.M.G. I am absolutely drooling, that sounds so fucking good. I can be dessert ;). Here are my IDs babe. Last name edited out, but u can see my birthday and my school! Rojo pride!
I opened the images. He was a cutie, and legal indeed at 20. Still 9 years my junior but hey, if the way into his pants was through his stomach I might just be game.
Me: Thanks for sending that over fast. Yep, you’re def who you say you are. But… I’m 29, I’m not sure I should still be sleeping with college boys. Probably should be with real men my age. What do you think? I was playing him, yes, but I had a feeling he’d know it and love it.
I wasn’t expecting another text image of the brunet posing in a public dorm bathroom with a proud boner jutting out from plump balls at a 45 degree angle. He had flat, rippled abs and a defined iliac crest – my weakness. My cock began to rise the longer I stared at that photo. I could split him in half and make his whole floor hear him being rammed. Or, he could spend the night here. I had a feeling he’d love it either way.

Andre sent a text to go with it: You want this? 😉
My cock took over for me: Fuck yeah I do. You want a dominant man? I will teach you what it’s like to be fucked by a man and not a boy. You want to feel a big cock sliding in and out of you, bringing you to  ecstasy, making you beg for more?
Andre: Fuck yeah I do, babe. When can you come over? I’m sitting in my dorm room playing with myself, so horny!
Me: I need time to make the meal, defrost the steak. Come over tomorrow night ok? I’ll bring condoms.
Andre: Tomorrow?? But I’m horny now! :((

I raised an eyebrow. Goodness, how long has it been since he’d had a dick?
Me: I know slutty boys always have a favorite toy. Why don’t you play with it and send me some pictures.
Andre: Grrr so horny! Fine, I’ll do that – but you better be amazing! 
I text him back a photo of my own engorged cock with my fist around it to show off its size. Me: Be good, you’ll get this after dinner.
Andre: Madre de dios *____*
I had to laugh. He was so silly, a twinky little college boy and a big nelly bottom. He sent me some sexy, shameless photos of him naked and fucking himself with an impressive dildo; I enjoyed jacking off to them.

The next day I tidied the house and whipped up a good meal. After Andre came over, we wasted no time giving eachother hand jobs and kissing in the kitchen. He was so small compared to me, and the way my large hands looked roaming over his genitals drove me absolutely wild. It was a struggle to break away from his sweet mouth for dinner.

We somehow managed to eat like civil people. We even managed small talk and kept clothes on from the salad to coffee. When the last dish went into the dishwasher though, I looked up and saw the way Andre was looking at me. That’s when I knew I’d fed the machine of lust in him and given him plenty of energy to burn on his back, legs in the air, bent over furniture, anyway I could do him. And trust me, I fucked his brains out in nearly every room in my house, including the shower. Boy simply could not get enough of my meat in his ass, even when he ran out of cum. Around 3 am, I tucked an exhausted, wobbly legged twink with a stretched hole into bed and cuddled up next to him.

I woke up to him humping me at 8 am and begging for permission to ride me. I began to wonder if he’d taken a drug, but he claimed he hadn’t. He said he was just…pent up. Well, I couldn’t say no. I let him ride me until his toes curled and he came all over my chest.

Andre never really left. He goes to school still, handles the chores, and puts out in exchange for a discount in rent. I’m the cook and the provider of cock, and he is happy as a harlot can be. Might just be a temporary thing while he’s in school, but damn is it nice to have a slut around the house.

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Text is fictional. Source is here, but that’s not the original source. The boy is Aiden Summers, twink extraordinaire of Helix Studios.

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by ccallenreese

“I don’t give a fuck what you want. Do you understand me? I’m going to fuck you and you aren’t gonna scream you little bitch, cause I don’t need that hassle.”
“Y-Yes sir.”
“Now, are you going to be good and stay still for me?”
“Yes sir.”
“Are you going to fight me?”
“No sir.”
“Now that’s better. See? Putting up a fight is sure pointless. Now let me get my dick in you.” He pulls a travel packet of lube out of his sock, rips it open with his teeth, and pours it down the crack of my ass while simultaneously holding both my wrists behind my back. He coats his cock in the mess before wiping his hand on the sofa cover. Ignoring my protests, he throws his weight back over me and thrusts his rock hard dick into me. I scream at the intrusion, and plead for a condom.
“Nope, you’re lucky to be getting my seed up your ass, I want you to feel every hot drop coating your insides,” he replies, breathing whiskey flavored breath into my ear. He doesn’t let me adjust to his girth, he just continues to fuck me in abrupt thrusts, sometimes pulling out until the mushroom tip catches and then slamming it in hard.

I whimper and yelp, all while my dick throbs and drips while it bounces ignored between my legs. He has his way with me, fucking me to oblivion. He doesn’t slow down after he comes either, he simply pauses to chew on my ear and spank me before his cock stiffens and he begins to pound me again. By the time he ejaculates the second time, my ass is so stuffed full of his cum it’s dripping down my thighs. I grit my teeth as he reaches around and slaps my cock and balls a couple times until my own cum just jets out of me.

Finally, his muscles cramp and he has to dismount me. His slick cock slides out of me with a wet ‘pop’. Without saying a word, he walks out of the room, leaving me wet and sore and wrecked.

A couple minutes later he comes back into the room, wringing his hands a bit nervously, still red in the face from the effort. “How was that?”
“Holy god,” I moan, splayed out on the sofa, “Just how I imagined it to be – hotter even. It was such a rush to be used like that. Your dick was burning me up from the inside out. We have to do this again – next week, same time?”
“Fuck yeah I’d like to do that again. That power…” he puffs out his cheeks and exhales. “The way you writhed and pleaded under me, man, I’m glad I’m outta juice cause I’d be hard again.”
I smirk. “Lemme get you a beer and we can take a shower together.”
“Oooo shower beer, nice idea. Jeez, I’m so glad Marcus introduced us.”
“I’m grateful too – or should I say, my sex drive is grateful too. I’ve been wanting to try that kink for-ev-er.”
He gives my ass a jiggle as I pass by him to the kitchen and says, “You just gotta find yourself the right man to do the dirty work.”
“Mmm I think already did.”

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Text is fictional. Remember – sex should always be consensual and and have safewords, even if you are roleplaying.

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by ccallenreese

“Come here. Come ‘ere. Sshh, you know, boy, even if you cry in the shower I can still see your tears. Listen to me. You’ve been staring at me for a while now. I can tell you want it, and I can tell it’s been tearing you up inside. Don’t be scared, and don’t listen to what anyone tells you in the world. It’s ok to want this. Hell, I even encourage you to embrace that part of you that just wants to kneel at my feet and suck my cock. You aren’t less of a man because you want to service them; matter of fact, I think it makes you more of a man to know what you want and you go after it honestly. You want my cock right?”
He nods, looking hesitant and slightly miserable that it’s right in front of him but he won’t allow himself to have it.
“Come on, here.” I put a folded towel down on the shower floor to make it easier on him. “Kneel.”

Like silk, he slides off the shower bench and onto the floor. He puts a hand on my calf.
“Touch it.”
He bites his lip, his soft dark eyes flickering up at me. He reaches out gingerly to caress my thick cock, testing the weight of my balls, and the way the extra skin moves.
“That’s a good boy now..” I exhale softly, “Go on.”
He continues to fondle me, completely oblivious to the other glances we’re getting. His eyes are glazing over and his breathing is slow and shallow. I put a reassuring hand on the back of his head and he commits, placing his lips on the exposed head of my cock.

I have to tell you – up until this point, I thought blowjobs were something twinks begrudgingly did to curry favors for sex. But this boy – he was made for blowjobs. No amateur had ever been so delicate with me before, but within minutes I was already straining hard and dripping pre-cum onto his tongue. I could only rest my back against the tile wall and groan hard as he nursed my cock. I managed a ragged “Don’t stop”, but I don’t know if he heard me. He was so far gone into head space.

It seemed hours later when the orgasm rolled through me like a deep tsunami. I was thrusting against his tongue, trapped both by the tight suction of his mouth and the grip he had on my balls. My load must have been huge because it felt like someone turned my sac inside out. To my amazement, he didn’t even choke. He swallowed  most of it. His cheeks were flushed from not breathing, and eventually he seemed to snap out of it. He broke the suction seal and pulled back, the tip of my cock leaving a trail of semen from it to his lips. I gawked. He was beautiful, sitting there with his own erection straining between his legs, untouched. A total submissive, not a drop of alpha in him. A rare breed.

He looked at me expecting a review. I took a big breath and exhaled. “That, was the best blowjob I’ve ever received.”
It was only then he truly blushed, then reached for his washcloth and began to clean my sensitive prick.

I knew at that moment I was going to have to keep him. He’d obviously bonded with my cock, and it’d be a shame to deprive him of it.

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Text is fictional.

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by ccallenreese

Sev and Igor come from a rural village where they have a strange tradition. Upon reaching 20, two men of comparable size will couple to strengthen the bond between families and to erase any simmering grudges from their youth. They determine which one bottoms by grabbing onto eachother’s cocks; first one to smile or laugh loses. Since they were away from home at college when they both turned 20, they only had eachother to complete the tradition. I was a bit worried how our frat would feel about this homo-erotic practice, but they were all in favor of cultural sensitivity. They got into the spirit of things by placing bets. Igor lost. I bet for Sev and made out like a bandit.

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Text is fictional; source is Randy Blue.