Inspired by Luke’s recent conquests, older brother Mike goes on the hunt to find a beta of his own to breed into alphahood and gets more than he bargained for.
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Mike Forrester stood wide-legged in front of the mirrors of his gym wearing grey sweatpants and a tight, white tank top. A solid half tonne of weight sat on the rubberized mat at his feet in front of him. Mike had already warmed up by maxing out for pushups and pullups, his pale cheeks ruddy with breath on either side of the short, neatly trimmed goatee he’d recently grown. His beefy arms hung down at his sides, veins coursing with strength, his boulder shoulders dominating the room. His pumped pecs sat at the top of his torso like a couple plates of armour, a patch of brown fur decorating the space between them. He huffed a few breaths of air, bent down, grabbed the bar, set his back, and pumped out a set of ten deadlifts, making it look like child’s play to anyone watching. And many watched, even if discretely. Mike was easily one of the best built and best looking guys who went to his gym, effortlessly moistening panties and tenting jockstraps all around the room as he went about doing his thing.
At the end of his third and final set, Mike sat on a bench catching his breath. In front of him he watched a parade of sweaty ladies emerge from the doors to the hot yoga studio, many of them looking his way and tossing glaces of interest. Mike smiled back but then someone else caught his eye, someone who wasn’t looking his way at all. A big, young dude emerged amid the pack of ladies and walked past him over to the stretching area. He was maybe an inch shorter than Mike with a solid, muscular build, and powerful looking legs pouring out of his spandex yoga shorts. He had to have been about eighteen or nineteen. His furry chest was visible at the top of his black tank top between two perfectly round sets of deltoids. And the dude was hot! Skin the colour of chocolate milk, dark, almond-shaped eyes, killer cheekbones, and thick, long black hair that ran down his back in a wavy ponytail. His sweaty tank top was plastered to his skin with sweat, revealing a toned set of abs. He wasn’t looking in Mike’s direction, but something about the way the guy moved went straight to Mike’s crotch. Mike discretely adjusted his weighty bulge through his sweatpants and took in a long deep breath to see if he could get a sense of where the guy was, but he was too far away and there were too many other guys in the room.
The young guy threw a leg up onto the bar once he’d reached the stretching area and bent right over it. He had amazing flexibility! Mike, recently on the prowl for a suitable beta to bond with and bring to alphahood, decided that this guy warranted some investigation. He stripped the plates of the bar and stacked them, thinking he’d join the guy over in the stretching area and ask about hot yoga. Mike had been genuinely curious about the new class. But by the time Mike had put his equipment away and turned around, the hottie was gone.
Hummm… Mike thought. Where would I go if I’d just been sweating in out in hot yoga for an hour?
The locker room in the basement of Mike’s gym was one big open rectangular room. And, sure enough, Mike found his prey. But by the time Mike got there the dude was already heading to the showers with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Damn! Mike said to himself. Too slow again!
Instead of trying to catch up to the guy, Mike decided to take his time disrobing. He stripped down to his packed white jockstrap, found a mirror and started checking out his gains. Since he began his hunt for a beta, Mike had put extra effort into his workouts. His new early morning running routine had shed any extra bulk he’d been carrying and at six-foot-three, Mike was now a solid 230 pounds of beef. He’d never have the renaissance sculpture proportions of his younger brother Luke, but Mike was wide as a door frame. He spread his lats and his reflection took up the entire mirror. He turned to his side and flexed his triceps. His arms were a solid twenty inches now. His ass looked like a couple of beefy bowling balls. And, of course, the bulge at the front let it be known to the entire room that he was hung like a pony. Finally, he turned back to face the mirror, threw his hands behind his head and crunched into an ab pose. They all popped like bricks on a wall.
Hello, boys! Mike said to himself with a smile. His abs had never looked so good.
Just then he saw his stud emerge from the showers, wearing just a towel, and head over to his locker. Mike watched him out of the corner of his eye. The guy had abs even better than Mike’s. He dropped the towel to reveal a set of long, incredibly defined legs and a round, juicy looking ass with a fine coat of fuzz on it. Mike felt his mammoth dick plump a little inside his jock, pulling the waistband away from his lower abs. The other dude was pretty well hung, too. The guy pulled his underwear on, about a year before Mike wanted him to, and Mike sauntered over, carrying his towel.
“Hey, man,” Mike began, beaming his friendliest smile. “How’s it going?”
The guy looked over and smiled, “Good, man. What’s up?”
“I saw you coming out of the hot yoga class earlier. I’ve never tried it before and I was just wondering if it was worth the hype.”
“Oh, it’s great, man,” he said, pulling his jeans up. “It’s, like, the perfect compliment to strength training.”
“Oh, yeah? Sounds good. Maybe I’ll give it a shot. I’m Mike, by the way.”
Mike extended his hand and the other stud took it, wincing just a little at the strength of Mike’s grip. From this distance Mike could tell from Rubin’s scent that he was definitely a beta, and no virgin, but that he’d never been bred by an alpha… yet. Perfect!
“Nice to meet you, Mike. I’ve seen you working out. You sure push some heavy weight, dude.”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying to change things up a little lately,” Mike replied. Here he reached one hand behind his head, pretending to rub the back of his neck but really showing off his arm and hoping that an extra waft of his alpha musk would drift Rubin’s way and drive him crazy. “I’ve been working on range of motion and doing some heavier cardio. Wanna get the abs ripped for summer.”
Mike slapped his furry brickwork with his other hand, smirking at Rubin who was now seated on the bench, buttoning his plaid shirt. His eyes periodically went wider when Mike would casually flex an arm or twitch a pec. And Mike saw the crotch of his skintight jeans swell a bit as he sat there.
“Well, you should definitely check out hot yoga then. I go twice a week. In fact, I could probably show you some other stretches and stuff, too, if you want. I’m a yoga instructor myself so for me range of motion is, like, half the game.”
“Oh that’d be awesome, man,” Mike said, beaming his killer smile down at Rubin. “When’re you here next. We should meet up.”
“Yeah, totally, uh…” Rubin hunted in a leather satchel for and pulled out his phone. “Here, gimmie your number and I’ll text you.”
“Sure, man. Sounds great.”
Just five minutes later Mike was in a shower stall letting the hot water pour over his broad back and shoulders while he worked his thick nine-plus inch erection in his fist. He had his eyes closed, picturing Rubin’s perfect ass, imagining those long, muscular legs wrapped around him as he shoved his thick cock inside. Breeding Rubin was gonna be sweet! And Mike could already tell that the stud was into him. Just as Mike felt his balls start to swell, working up a huge load of seed, he heard a breathy whisper,
Mike opened his eyes. Apparently he hadn’t done a very good job closing the curtain on his shower stall. A lanky twink in his twenties had walked by, peaked inside, and just had his mind blown. As the skinny dude stood there watching with his mouth hanging open and his eyes wide as saucers, staring at Mike in all his godliness, Mike saw his modest, cut cock start to inflate. Mike smiled at him and waved him over with a simple,
The guy timidly stepped inside Mike’s shower stall and pulled the curtain tight behind him. The guy was about six feet tall straight up. He had a cute, elf-like face and short, dark hair plastered to his forehead. Mike inhaled and his nostrils filled with the strong, sweet scent of a virgin beta. Feeling the guy’s energy radiate off of him, Mike could tell that this guy wasn’t only a virgin, but one who hadn’t had a lot of affection thrown his way, ever. And Mike was feeling a combination of horny and generous, so it was this twink’s lucky day!
I find my beta and I get to breed a virgin? Sweet! Mike thought to himself. This was a good day for him, too.
Mike let go of his cock, smiled at the guy, and said, “Take it, dude.”
By now the skinny twink was fully hard too, a slim seven inches of cock poking up into his smooth, flat belly. He got on his knees, looked up at Mike, then took the huge head of Mike’s cock into his mouth while stroking the shaft with both hands. Mike let out a long, deep moan as he felt streams of his alpha lube pour up and out of his cock, down the young virgin’s throat. The guy was lapping it up like honey! Mike’s balls were really swelling now. He normally had a pair bigger than any other man in the room, but when he got turned on they could swell to the size of lemons as they worked up a load.
Mike grabbed the guy beneath his armpits and pulled him to his feet like a rag doll. Then he wrapped one of his huge, strong hands around the guy’s neck, grabbed his ass with the other and pulled him in for a long kiss, mashing the dude against his hard, muscled torso, his thick dick beneath the other guy’s balls and between his thighs.
As Mike kissed the twink he heard, “Mmm… Mmm… Ungh…” escape from the dude’s throat and felt his dick spasming between their stomachs, plastering them with cum and sending a thick plume of virgin musk up into the humid air of the showers.
Fuck, Mike thought. All it took was some body contact? Poor dude must be really pent up.
Then Mike bet himself that he could give the dude at least one more orgasm before they parted ways. He broke their kiss, spun the guy around, and shoved his huge dick up between his cheeks. The guy let out a little squeal as Mike’s thick cherrybuster attempted entry, but Mike covered the guy’s mouth to muffle it. Mike just continued to push, gently but firmly, letting his cock pump out alpha lube and loosen this guy up. After about a minute Mike pushed a little more and his cockhead slipped inside. The twink squealed into Mike’s hand but made no effort to stop things. Mike continued slowly pushing and pumping out more of that magical alpha lube that loosened a guy up like nothing else. When he was about halfway in Mike heard another “Mmm… Unghhhhh…” escape the guy’s throat as he orgasmed again and sprayed some more seed, this time onto the wall of the shower stall.
“There ya go, buddy,” Mike whispered into his ear. “You’ve really been needing this, haven’t you man?”
The twink moaned and nodded. Mike felt the dude’s pussy loosen even more and shoved himself balls-deep causing the twink to take in a sharp breath. Mike removed his hand from the guy’s mouth.
“Now it’s time for big bro to bust a nut,” Mike whispered into his ear as he gently rocked his cock inside the twink. “You ready?”
“Yeah…” the pretty, skinny twink whispered back. “Yeah, please cum inside of me. Please. Promise me.”
“No worries, man,” Mike said, tenderly. “I’ll bury it good and deep. I promise.”
Mike grabbed the twink’s hips and started thrusting in earnest, his powerful thighs slapping against the twink’s flat ass cheeks. His huge, full balls swung up and flew into the dude’s already crumpled testicles, smacking them, urging them on to produce yet another orgasm. Mike let out low, deep grunts with every thrust. A constant, chorus of quiet, breathy moans flowed out of the twink’s mouth as Mike fucked him to heaven and back. The dude was tight, but by now his ass was so full of alpha lube, Mike could thrust with almost the whole length of his cock as he fucked. Then he thrust super deep, gripped the twink’s hips and growled into his ear,
Mike’s cock erupted pumping stream after stream of thick, rich, alpha cum up inside this reedy, young virgin. Feeling the huge muscle stud’s seed fill him the twink threw his head back onto Mike’s shoulder and moaned as he orgasmed yet again, a few dribbles of watery cum running down his slim, spasming penis. Mike gripped the twink in a tight bear hug as he unloaded, breathing in the last wafts of that virgin musk as it changed, losing its sweetness and taking on a unique scent, now forever entwined with Mike’s own musk. Mike did love breeding a virgin, knowing that now wherever this twink went, alpha’s would breath in deep, smell Mike’s alpha musk on him, and know that he’d been bred.
As Mike pumped out the last of his load the twink’s head rolled over and he looked up at Mike with pure gratitude and satisfaction whispering, “Thank you… Thank you, thank you, thank you…”
Mike kissed him, tenderly stroking his legs and abdomen as he slowly pulled his deflating dick out of the twink, giving him lots of time to adjust and close up so he could keep all that precious seed inside. Then they turned to face each other, embracing again as the warm water poured down all around them.
“Thank you… Thank you…” the twink whispered again.
“No worries, dude,” Mike replied as he gently stroked the twink’s back. “Glad I could help.”
On days like this Mike really loved being an alpha.
Two days later Mike met Rubin for hot yoga. And the second Mike stepped into that studio he knew he’d made a mistake.
In their texting conversations before class Rubin never gave any suggestions as to what Mike should wear, so Mike showed up in his standard workout gear: sweatpants and a cotton t-shirt. Mike figured that hot yoga would have been, well, hot. But he was sweating before the routine even started. He and Rubin were the only two guys in a room full of about twenty young ladies. About ten minutes in Mike peeled his soaked t-shirt off and threw it down with a sweaty “Plop!” at the side of his mat. The lighting in the room was pretty low, but that didn’t stop Mike and Rubin from checking each other out for the whole class. Mike was sure that, in such a hot environment, his alpha musk would’ve been extra strong, too. Mike had pretty strong musk even for an alpha and he could tell that Rubin was getting super turned on. After this he would be putty in Mike’s hands. But then, about half way through the class, Mike realized that the effects of his musk weren’t restricted to just Rubin. It was pretty obvious that all the ladies in the room were having difficulty concentrating. Mike could tell that more than one of the ladies in the room were getting wet and ripe just from breathing him in. The ones closest to him were tossing looks that said they were ready to spread their legs for him right then and there. And who could blame them!
Rivulets of sweat ran down Mike’s wide, muscular torso, plastering that manly pelt of fur down between his pecs and brick-like abs, abs that bulged all the way down to his crotch. By the end of the class even Mike’s sweatpants were drenched, clinging to his huge package and thick, muscular thighs. From the looks that Rubin was tossing him, Mike could tell that he was ready to fuck. His hot yoga pick-up strategy seemed to be working like a charm, but did he actually like the class? Not really.
After class, Mike and Rubin headed straight for the showers. Getting undressed, Rubin asked,
“So what did you think?”
“Honestly?” Mike replied, as he tossed his soaked clothes across the bench. “It was a little too uncomfortable for me.”
“Yeah,” Mike said as he stripped his jock off, finally letting his junk breath. “Thought I was gonna sweat these guys right off.”
Mike smiled and playfully hefted his big testicles at Rubin.
Rubin laughed, also standing there buck naked, and said, “So… do you wanna meet up after we shower? Maybe grab a smoothie?”
Mike grinned at him, leaned in toward his ear and said, “Why wait until after we shower?”
Rubin returned Mike’s grin and followed the alpha stud as he strutted into the showers. They chose a discrete corner stall and started running some cool water over their bodies, massaging and feeling each other up, getting hard and showing off their big dicks to each other. Rubin had a nice eight-incher on him, but when he saw Mike’s cock fully hard he got super excited.
“Holy, shit!” he exclaimed. “Dude! You’re huge all over!”
“Go ahead, man,” Mike said, just standing there. “Check it out.”
Rubin grabbed Mike’s cock and stroked it, hefted his huge balls and squeezed them.
“Damn! It’s so hard! And check out these babymakers! Fuck! You must cream like a geyser!”
Mike chuckled, “It’s hard not to be hard when I’m showering with another hot stud.”
Mike reached out, grabbed the back of Rubin’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss. For a long time they just stood there letting the water cool them down, grinding their erect cocks between their twin sets of rocky, furry abdominal muscles and making out.
Rubin finally broke their kiss and said, “Do you wanna get out of here and go back to mine? My apartment is just across the street.”
Mike grabbed a fistful of the guy’s ass and said, “Absolutely.”
Rubin’s apartment was a large, one-room studio decorated with Asian patterned fabrics on the walls. The whole place smelled of sandalwood incense. In one corner was a what looked like a small meditation area. Mike was a little concerned that Rubin’s futon bed wouldn’t be up to the task, but he was more than willing to give it a go. The two studs were on each other in a split second, making out, each clawing at the other’s body, tossing their clothes onto the floor. Rubin’s bed creaked and cracked when the two of them fell onto it with their combined weight, which Mike reckoned was well north of 400 pounds.
Mike was delighted to discover that Rubin was actually quite dominant in bed. He grinned as Rubin pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, sliding Mike’s hard cock between the cheeks of his ass as they made out. This was a pleasant change for Mike. His girlfriend Sandy liked taking her turn on top. So did Luke when he and his alpha bro fucked. But the vast majority of guys Mike had fooled around with wanted him, the huge-dicked muscle stud, to be on top, dominating and doing all the work. So Mike was content to let Rubin ride and grind for as long as he wanted, milking Mike’s cock with the cheeks of his ass and getting alpha lube all over both of them. Mike even raised his head and started sucking on the tip of Rubin’s cock.
Once he’d worked up enough courage, Rubin reached back and put the head of Mike’s thick cock to the pucker of his ass. Mike, obligingly, squirted out a big glob of alpha lube and with a little pressure Mike’s head slipped inside.
“Unghhhhh…” Rubin through his head back and groaned at the ceiling as Mike made micro thrusts with his hips. Mike felt his balls slowly swell, taking up more space between his muscular thighs as he fucked his muscle bound, new beta stud.
Mike felt the head of his cock slide up against Rubin’s prostate and that was the end of Rubin’s dominance. He moaned and melted, planting his hands onto Mike’s big, furry pecs to hold himself up as Mike began thrusting with his powerful hips, bouncing the big stud on his crotch. Rubin’s meaty, intact cock, all the while, remained rock hard drizzling precum onto Mike’s stomach. Rubin’s hair whipped around his shoulders as Mike fucked him to paradise.
“Awwwwe, fuck man!” Rubin moaned. “Your cock is fucking magic! I don’ t even know how I’m taking all of it!”
Mike just grinned, gripped Rubin’s hips and drove himself even deeper, eliciting a long, pornographic groan from his beta. Mike silently thanked the universe for about the thousandth time for that alpha lube that made fucking so enjoyable, even with a massive dick like his.
Sweat slicked both of their furry torsos, matting down their chest hair, the smell of their combined musk driving Mike insane.
“Oh, fuck dude!” Rubin cried. “I’m gonna blow. I’m gonna blow. I’m gonna… UNGH!”
Rubin’s cock blasted cum up onto Mike chest, neck, and chin. The smell of that beta spunk drove Mike over the edge, too. He gave one more mighty thrust and…
“Rawaaaaaagh!” he roared as he erupted up inside of Rubin, driving his cock as deep as it could possibly go.
Feeling Mike’s huge cock throbbing, filling him with pump after pump of muscle stud milk, Rubin started orgasming all over again and collapsed onto Mike’s chest, panting like crazy. Mike breathed deep, inhaling Rubin’s scent as it changed slightly to blend with his own. Mike’s cock and balls, somehow knowing that Mike had found a chosen beta, a beta he wished to bring to alphahood, kept slowly pumping alpha seed for well over a minute.
“Fuck man,” Rubin chuckled. “You’re still cumming!? What’re you trying to do, get me pregnant?”
Mike laughed, tightening his embrace around his beta, and said, “Just let it happen, man. I want you to have all of it.”
Eventually they parted, showered, ordered some dinner, then fucked twice more that night. Mike was pleasantly surprised at Rubin’s stamina when he actually boned up for a third time and fucked Mike, dropping a surprisingly large load given how much he’d orgasmed already. Mike could only imagine the stamina that the guy would have once he was an alpha.
Maybe Rubin was already on his way there…
About two weeks later Mike stood fumbling for his keys in the parking lot of his gym when…
“Heh… Hey… Hey there!”
Mike looked up and saw a tall, skinny twink approach him. In fact, the same small, skinny twink he’d fucked in the showers earlier that month!
“Oh, hey, buddy!” Mike said, beaming a smile and setting down his gear. Mike extended a hand as the guy approached and he shook it. “How’ve you been? Haven’t seen you around.”
“Oh, I’ve been around,” he said, smiling. “I usually workout early weekday mornings so…”
“Yeah, guess that’d be it,” Mike chuckled. “I like my sleep.”
“Yeah, so… um…” he leaned in and lowered his voice. “I just wanted to say thanks for… helping me out. It was really great of you to… well, you know.”
Mike’s smile broadened. He shifted his weight sticking the packed crotch of his jeans out just a little bit.
“Hey, no worries, man. From what I remember we helped each other out.”
“Yeah, well… No one ever… did that for me before, so…” the guy said, blushing a little. “Thanks anyway. I’m Mickey.”
“Nice to officially meet you, Mickey. I’m Mike.”
“Yeah, well… you know I just thought that, if you ever needed help again, maybe we could… get together again.”
The pretty, young twink looked at Mike from beneath his eyelashes, a smile curling one corner of his cupid’s bow mouth. His voice had the reedy tone of a teenager’s but he had to have been in his mid twenties. How could Mike possibly turn down an offer so sweet?
“Sure, dude,” Mike said, beaming. “Sounds like fun. Here, gimme your number.”
Mike reached into his bag and produced his phone. Mike couldn’t believe his good luck! His entire life as an alpha he’d only bred a handful of betas, preferring the company of ladies and other alphas, and now he looked to have two chosen betas to bond with. He had a pretty good idea of which one was more destined to reach alphahood, but then, after they’d traded numbers, Mike watched Mickey walk away. That ass of his already had some more shape and bounce to it than what Mike remembered from their last fuck. In fact, given a bit more swagger, that walk could even be described as a strut.
Hummmmm… Mike thought to himself. This could get interesting.
That weekend Mike was horsing around in the park with Moose again. His t-shirt hung from the belt loop of his cargo shorts as he ran around with the dog, playing keep-away with a tennis ball. Mike’s meaty, furry chest bounced and flexed as he ran around, his cobblestone abs flexed and taunt, his powerful calf muscles flexing and jumping when his running shoes dug into the ground. He and Moose were working up quite a sweat in the warm, spring sunshine.
After a bit Mike let Moose tackle him to the ground and gave him the ball. Moose laid down and started chewing on it as Mike sat up cross-legged beside his buddy and looked around. Beneath a tree a couple of twinks sat enjoying a picnic lunch, occasionally glancing over and smiling. Over the course of the last two weeks or so Mike had been over at Rubin’s place about half a dozen times. He could already see in Rubin the effects of their bonding and the generous supply of alpha seed that Mike had been pumping into him. Rubin’s muscles all looked fuller, harder, his body glowed with health, he had so much energy, and that big, muscular yogi was constantly down to fuck. But looking over at the two cute, young twinks having their picnic, Mike decided it was time to throw some attention to his other chosen beta. He texted Mickey,
“Hey, dude. How’s it going?” Thinking that they’d get together later that weekend.
To Mike’s surprise, Mickey texted back less than five minutes later. And after a short exchange they had plans to meet up for coffee that afternoon.
Mike sat across from Mickey at a bistro table on the café’s patio. It was a funky independent place in Mickey’s neighbourhood. Mike was loving the warm sunshine on his bare arms and the back of his neck. He really wanted to strip his t-shirt off and just bask in it, but decided to stay classy… for now.
“This is a nice place, man,” Mike said, sipping his espresso.
“Yeah, I get a lot of work done here.”
“It’s nicer than my office.”
“What do you do?”
“Oh, I’m a senior software engineer. They let me work from home or wherever I want whenever I want, so long as I don’t have meetings.”
“No kidding. You seem… kinda young to be senior anything.”
As the conversation went on Mike discovered that Mickey was actually a certified genius. He finished university at the age of nineteen and was immediately recruited into a very high-paying job with the company where he now worked. And as young as he looked, Mickey was actually just six months younger than Mike.
Hummmmm… Mike thought. Mickey had already seen well over 600 moons. If he became an alpha, he might not fully realize all of his alpha traits. But, looking this this guy, hearing him tell a life story that was 99 percent school and work, Mike felt a little tug at his heartstrings whenever this lanky twink tossed his goofy, lopsided smile Mike’s way.
“Doesn’t sound like you’ve had a lot of time for any fun, dude. Or… friends for that matter,” Mike said, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back.
Mickey shrugged his shoulders and looked into his mocha latte, “My parents just wanted me to reach my potential, and so did I. As far as fun goes, well…” Mickey chuckled a little. “I guess I don’t know what I’m missing.”
Mike smiled, stood up, and stretched, reaching his beefy arms overhead.
“C’mon, dude,” Mike said, smiling down at Mickey. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Where are we going?”
Mike grinned a Cheshire smile and said, “Trust me.”
Mike drove them to a small town about half an hour outside the city and turned down a gravel road. At which point Mickey piped up and joked,
“Uh… I think you should know by now that I’m down for it without being taken to the middle of nowhere and raped.”
Mike laughed, “We’re almost there. You’ll like this.”
After a minute, they pulled up to a restaurant and cafe next to a river that also rented canoes for the day. Mike rented a canoe and explained as he and Mickey carried it to the water,
“Me and Sandy found this place a couple of years ago.”
“So… she really doesn’t mind that you fool around with guys?”
“Nope. She’s always known that I’m a super horndog. I think she figures that the more I play with guys, the more likely she is to stay my only girl. Not that I’d ever cheat on her, but… It works for us.”
Once they were on the water and a bit upriver Mike took off his life vest and tossed it in the bottom of the canoe.
“They told us to keep these on,” Mickey piped up.
Mike shrugged and said, “So? Can you swim?”
“Well, I can. Lose the vest.”
Mickey shrugged and tossed his life vest down with Mike’s.
“Besides,” Mike said with a smirk. “It’s gettin’ hot.”
He crossed his arms, grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and whipped it over his head in one fluid, incredibly sexy motion, and tucked it inside of his belt loop.
“Well the view is certainly better now,” Mickey said, blushing.
“Don’t you wanna take your shirt off, too?”
Mickey shook his head and replied, “Maybe when we find some shade. My skin isn’t used to this.”
They paddled upriver some more and eventually dragged the canoe onto the bank amid a grassy grove of birch and maple trees.
“Well, you were right,” Mickey said, standing on the grass, stretching his legs. “This is fun! I’ve never even been in a canoe before and… What?”
Mike stood with his hands on his hips and a wicked smile on his face, staring at Mickey. He took two steps toward the twink, so that they stood about two feet apart and said,
“Take your shirt off.”
Mickey looked down and said, “Nah… I’m… I’m nothing special.”
Mike took another step forward, wrapped his arms around the smaller guy, and brought him in for a kiss. They stood there, making out, pressing their bodies together. Mike’s crotch bulged and pressed into Mickey’s groin where he could feel Mickey’s cock also hardening. Mickey gripped and squeezed Mike’s huge arms and shoulders, his powerful limbs as hard as tree branches. Then, without warning, Mike grabbed Mickey’s shirt, flung it over his head, and tossed it aside. Squeezing their bare torsos together, Mike’s cock straining the confines of his underwear, he purred into Mickey’s ear,
“You say you’re nothing special? My body disagrees.”
He reached down, grabbed Mickey’s ass, and carried them further ashore and onto the grass, Mickey’s legs instinctively wrapping themselves around Mike’s waist. Mike laid Mickey down on his back in a soft patch of sun dappled grass and undressed the lower half of him, the twink’s slim, hard cock sprang out and slapped onto his lower belly. Then Mike quickly stripped himself, before his shorts got soaked through with his alpha lube, and laid himself on top of Mickey, holding the lanky twink in his arms and kissing him. Mickey moaned, practically vibrating between Mike’s arms as he ran his hands all over the alpha jock’s broad, muscular back.
A warm wind blew over them as the writhed and squirmed together on the grass. Their hard cocks rubbed up against one another, squashed between their stomachs and lubricated by the fuck juice pouring out the head of Mike’s penis.
“Oh, Mike…” Mickey moaned. “This feels so awesome! I think I might… I might…”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Mike said, reaching down and grabbing the twink’s balls.
Mickey squealed as Mike gently squeezed them and pulled them away from the base of his penis.
Mike growled into Mike’s ear, “This time I wanna taste you.”
The big muscle stud slid down Mickey’s torso, dragging his tongue down the twink’s pale flesh until he reached his crotch then sucked Mickey’s cock into his mouth, swallowing it down to the root. Mickey sucked in a huge breath of air and started pushing down on Mike’s rocky shoulders as the alpha jock slid his tongue around and milked for all he was worth. Mickey didn’t last long. After a minute or two he started crying out,
“Ohmigawd… Ohmigawd… OH!!!” and he erupted. Mike’s mouth watered as he lapped up his beta twink’s spunk. But he left one last bit in his mouth as he came up, pressed his body down onto Mickey and engaged him in a very messy kiss.
Mickey’s cheeks were flushed with his breath as he panted and tried to come down from his orgasm. But Mike wasn’t finished with him. He broke their kiss and purred into his twink’s ear,
Mickey smiled and turned over, laying on his stomach, presenting his pussy to Mike. Mike was on his knees, his huge cock sticking straight up and drooling precum like a drinking fountain. He considered plunging himself between the two pert, white cheeks beneath him right away, but then he remembered a move that his brother Luke used with him last winter. He grabbed Mickey’s hips and brought him up onto his knees while his face still rested on his forearms, exposing his hole. As expected, it was winking open and closed like crazy, begging to be filled by the alpha cock that was so close. Holding Mickey’s hips with one hand and guiding his cock with the other, Mike brought just the tip of his leaking fuckstick to that winking hole and let it start to drink in his alpha lube. Mickey moaned and purred into the grass.
“How does that feel, man?” Mike asked.
“Amazing! I’m getting all warm and tingly down there. Does that always happen?”
Mike smiled and ignored the question, instead he bent down and thrust his tongue into Mickey’s ass. Mickey reared his head up and gasped as Mike spread his cheeks, licking and nibbling at his most sensitive and intimate parts. It didn’t take long for Mike to reach his g-spot and when he started licking at that Mickey moaned like a bitch in heat, pushing his ass against Mike’s face, begging for more. And Mike was ready to give it to him.
Leaving Mickey’s ass, Mike sat up, took in a deep breath, and gave his beta’s ass a friendly slap.
“On your back, dude,” Mike said. “I wanna see you.”
Mickey obeyed instantly, rolling over onto his back, spreading his legs, and looking up at the hard-muscled sex god kneeling above him. Mike leaned forward putting his thick forearms on either side of Mickey’s torso, pushing the tip of his huge cock between his twink’s cheeks. He leaned down further and kissed Mickey as he slowly pushed up and forward, parting Mickey’s pussy and finding his hole well-lubed and ready. It closed around the tip of Mike’s cock as he pushed the huge, fat head of his cock inside. Mickey moaned as he felt his ass cling to Mike’s cock as he pushed further and further. They made out as Mike slowly pushed, a chorus of soft moaning pouring out of Mickey’s throat with every subtle movement. After a minute or two Mike was balls deep and gave a hard thrust.
“Angh!” Mickey cried out in surprise as his whole body rocked up and down.
Mike flexed his cock sending pulses of pleasure up Mickey’s spine, whispering, “Does that feel good, man?”
“Ohhhhh, Mike…” Mickey moaned. “This feels amazing. My whole body feels so… alive!”
“Your insides feel like heaven,” Mike purred as he kissed and nibbled at the twink’s throat and shoulders.
“Will you cum inside me again, Mike?” Mickey asked with pleading eyes. “Will you? Please? It felt so awesome last time. Actually, it felt awesome for days afterwards. Will you?”
“You bet, man,” Mike whispered into his ear. “You deserve this.”
Then he started thrusting rhythmically and Mickey’s head fell back onto the grass in pure ecstasy, continuing to pour out a string of almost musical moaning. The sweet sounds of his twink beta being pleasured turned Mike on as much as anything else; they went straight from his ears to his balls which Mike could feel swelling, getting heavy with alpha seed even as they flung forward with each of his thrusts, banging into Mickey’s ass cheeks. Mickey’s cock was hard again, slapping into his stomach with each of Mike’s thrusts. Mickey brought a hand to his cock to jerk himself off, but Mike grabbed it and pulled it away, holding both Mickey’s hands above his head as he fucked him.
“No no no…” Mike said, smiling down at him. “You relax, buddy. I’ll get you there, just trust me.”
Gradually Mike’s thrusting got faster, deeper, harder as he slowly built the intensity of their lovemaking. Mike’s balls felt as full as they’d ever been, but he held back. He wanted Mickey to orgasm once more before he let his seed loose. And he soon got his wish. Mickey’s moaning turned into a series of gasps as his penis shot another load of semen all over his stomach. Mike felt Mickey’s cock spasm and let loose himself, thrusting deeply once more and,
Mike thew his head back and let our a roar that scared the birds out of the trees as his cock shot blast after blast of his alpha seed deep inside of his beta.
“Oh, Mike! I can feel it. I can feel you breeding me.”
Mike kissed Mickey as his orgasm waned, but kept himself inside his beta, slowly pumping more and more seed inside of him for several minutes before carefully withdrawing. Mike rolled off Mickey and laid on his back in the grass. Mickey immediately curled up beside his alpha, resting his head and hand on Mike’s big, furry chest, his fingers absently playing with Mike’s nipples and chest hair. Mike gently stroked the twink’s arms and back as they laid there catching their breath. As they laid there Mike felt Mickey’s heartbeat synchronize with his, as it is with an alpha and his beta when they bond. It occurred to Mike that he hadn’t felt that with Rubin yet.
A while later, after cleaning up in the river, they rowed the canoe back downstream and Mike drove them back to the city. In the car Mickey turned to Mike and asked,
“Well… why are you being so nice to me? I mean, you could have your pick of any guy you want. So… why me?”
“Honestly? I…” Mike looked over at him, smiling. “I can’t really put it into words. I mean… I didn’t intend for this to happen, but… I just wanna be close to you. Is that alright?”
“Yeah,” Mickey said. “I guess I get that. And of course it’s alright!”
They drove in silence for a while and then Mickey turned to Mike with a wicked smile on his face and said,
“Next time we go out and have fun, I know what I wanna do!”
Update posts: Site Update: 13 June 2020
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