series: Tales of the Alpha Jocks

Alpha Luke saves the party

By Eric Aaldersen  Email
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It was the first day back to school for Luke, about four weeks before he and Dave reunited. He was sitting outside the front of the school waiting for his bus in his standard hoodie ‘n’ jeans look next to Lindsey Carmichael, one of his oldest friends. She had just invited him to her homecoming party. It was an annual thing and Lindsey’s family was pretty well off. They had a pool, hot tub, patio, the whole nine yards. Last year they hired a caterer to do barbecue and her parents even left them a case of beer before they buggered off.

“It can be your birthday party, too, if you want,” Lindsey told Luke as she sipped on her pumpkin spice latte. “Even though it’s a little early.”

“Nah, that’s okay,” Luke replied. “Me, Brian and some of the guys are getting together for my birthday.”

“Oh, so no girls allowed, is that it?” Lindsey said, feigning upset.

Luke shrugged.

“Hey, you’re welcome to come along. The itinerary so far includes: bench press contest in my basement then video games at Brian’s with pizza, beer, and wings,” Luke said, smirking at her. “You down? What do you bench? Two? Two-fifty?”

“Right,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You boys have fun. Just come to my homecoming party, too. Everybody likes it when you’re there, including my parents. Dad said something like, ‘No one will tear the place apart if Luke’s there.’ So I guess you’re my unofficial bodyguard. Or… the house’s unofficial bodyguard. I’m not sure what dad was more concerned about.”

Luke laughed. They had been friends since grade school. They never dated or anything, Lindsey was really pretty but always seemed to have a boyfriend of a similar socio-economic status. When she was little, she would get teased for being so tall and skinny. She was still tall and skinny, almost as tall as Luke, but she stopped getting teased after a spunky, nine-year-old Luke Forrester started handing out wedgies in retaliation. And as the years went on, and Luke got bigger, his bully deterrent value only increased and they became good friends. When he came out as bisexual two years ago, Lindsey stuck with him along with a handful of other friends. Luke would never forget that.

“I’ll be there,” Luke said. “Promise.”

“Good. Thanks,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “Remember to bring your own bathing suit this year.”

Luke wrapped an arm around her making a mental note to buy an actual bathing suit. Last year he had to use one of Mr. Carmichael’s. It didn’t fit very well.

“So… last year of high school,” she said.

“Yeah… last year.”


The homecoming party was pretty lit, as usual. This year there was a fully stocked, eight-foot-long taco bar with an enormous bowl of guacamole!

Oh, gawd-bless Linds, Luke thought the second before he tore into it. The girl knew how to feed a crowd.

And the party was well attended, about a dozen of Lindsey’s friends and acquaintances and their plus-ones if they had them. Luke knew most of the people there by name and it was a good looking crowd, designer labels everywhere. Luke had put a lot of thought into his wardrobe for the day, but most of Lindsey’s friends had way more money to spend on clothes than he did. He wanted to wear his best jeans, the ones he saved for occasions such as this, but when he put them on they were way too tight. He couldn’t even get them over his thighs. Yet another reason he never spent money on good clothes, he outgrew them too quickly. He’d see if Brian wanted them. So he settled for a pair of jeans that were at least freshly laundered. But his top fit nicely. When he went shopping for a bathing suit he also picked up a new, tailored blue dress shirt. It fit really well, looked dressy, but his arms and chest really popped in it, too.

Guess people won’t really be looking at my old ass jeans that much anyway, he thought. Building what was under he clothes, that’s what Luke excelled at!

Not long after he arrived, Luke and a few others were hanging out on the front porch, enjoying some Corona when Lindsey emerged from the front door carrying a cupcake with a sparkler stuck into it and,

“Happy Birthday to you… happy Birthday to you…”

Others joined in. Luke blushed, folded his arms and let them all finish.

“Thanks,” he said, giving Lindsey a hug.

“Yay! You’re almost old enough to join the rest of us in grade twelve,” Lindsey joked.

“Sure you want the carbs in that, big guy?” asked Gary, one of her friends.

“Oh, I stopped counting carbs the second I saw the taco bar, man.”

They laughed and watched Luke devour the cupcake in a single bite, making a show of getting frosting all over his face.

Everything was going great until a red BMW swerved up the driveway and three young guys stumbled out.

“Oh, shit,” Lindsey said, marching off the porch and down to meet them.

It was Ryan Lancet and a couple of his friends. She and Ryan dated last year until she dumped him for cheating on her. Ryan was the quarterback of the local country prep school’s football team. Luke knew him only by his reputation for being a spoiled brat.

Pretty hot, though, he thought to himself, staying three paces behind Lindsey.

Lindsey stood at the end of her driveway with her hands on her hips.

“What are you doing here Ryan?” she shouted as the three of them got out of the car. They’d obviously had a few drinks.

“I’m here for the party!” he replied, throwing his arms out and strutting toward her, his two buddies hanging back.

“You weren’t invited,” Lindsey said simply.

“I figured you just forgot.”

“I didn’t,” she replied, flat as a pancake.

“C’mon, Linds. Don’t be a bitch,” he sneered, pushing past her.

“I don’t think so, man,” Luke said, stepping in his way. “Just get out of here, you’re not welcome.”

“I think you should get out of my way!”

“I think you should get some coffee.”

“Oh, fuck off!”

Ryan took a sudden swing at Luke. He was half drunk, but Luke didn’t think the guy’s fuse was that short. He dodged, but it still grazed his jaw. Luke caught the next punch in his fist and twisted the guy’s arm behind his back, pinning his other arm to his chest with his own.

“Ouch! Fuck! My arm!”

“Okay, fuckstick,” Ryan growled into his ear as he marched the guy back down the driveway toward his friends. “Just drive away and I don’t break anything that’ll ruin you for the homecoming game, got it?”

He twisted his arm again for effect.

“Angh! Shit, man!”

Luke launched him into his two buddies and stood beside Lindsey. His two friends sized Luke up and made no moves to escalate things. Ryan looked at Luke in a betrayed way, a look that said, What the fuck, man? You’re supposed to be on my side. It turned Luke’s stomach. Ryan just cringed, rubbing his shoulder.

Awe, poor baby, Luke thought. Arm won’t be in shape for Friday night. Oops.

“Fuck this shit!” Ryan said, heading back to his car with his buddies.

Unfortunately, he tossed one more moronic jab as he got into his car.

“If you’re the new boyfriend, I got news for you—she don’t put out!”

Luke charged forward, ready to drag this asshole out of his car window by the scruff of his neck. But Lindsey threw her arm in front of him and said,

“Nope! Not worth it. So. Not. Worth it.”

Luke put an arm around her and rubbed her upper arm as they watched the BMW drive away, taking out the mailbox on its way.

“Ungh!” Lindsey said to the sky. “And… scene.”

She shook her shoulders, as though sloughing off some snow, and said, “You want another beer?”

“No thanks. But I’ll get you one.”

Lindsey laughed and they walked back onto the porch.

“You know I seriously didn’t plan on needing the whole bodyguard thing, but… nicely done!”

“Thanks! Any time.”

“You’ve really upped your wedgie game since grade school.”

Luke howled.


The party went on as though nothing happened. An hour later, Luke was in the bathroom getting changed into his brand new bathing suit. It was hot tub time!

Buying the suit had been a bit of an adventure.

Luke generally hated going to the mall. He was shit at shopping for clothes. He usually brought one of his female friends—or, ideally, one of his gay friends—with him. But it couldn’t be that hard buying a bathing suit. Could it? Still, Luke definitely wished he had some help.

He remembered strolling into this boutique bathing suit shop, annoying pop music playing over the speakers, wearing his standard hoodie ‘n’ jeans, hands in his pockets, not really knowing where to look or where to go. It seemed like all the bathing suits on display were for girls. The shop was empty except for a young guy about Luke’s age slouching behind the cash register and playing on his phone. He was a tall streak of a kid, taller than Luke by a few inches, very stylishly dressed, perfect hair, and gay. Luke’s nose was getting better, by now his alpha senses could tell him the sexuality of most guys he met. But even the weakest gaydar could have detected this guy’s fabulousness. Luke even knew his name: Austin… He wore a nametag.

“Excuse me,” Luke said.

The guy looked up, drank Luke in from head to toe and back again, immediately stashed his phone, and smiled, “Heyyy. What’s up?”

“Uh… the website said you carry men’s swimwear but… I don’t see any.”

“Oh, all our men’s swimsuits are at the back of the shop. Lemme show you.”

Luke followed him.

“So are you going on vacation or something?” Austin asked over his shoulder.

“Nah, I’m going to a pool party and I don’t really have a proper bathing suit.”

“Cool. So… how much do you wanna spend?”

“How much do they cost?”

“Two or three hundred bucks if you want a really good one.”

“For a bathing suit!?”

“Well… you can at least try on whatever you want. See how you look in them.”

“Hey, there’s an idea. I could post a few photos to my Insta feed while I’m here.”

“Oh, yeah. People do that all the time. Now let me see…” he searched through some of the displays. “Oh! I would looooove to see you in these.”

He turned to Luke with a blue spandex brief suit in his hand and a saucy expression on his face. Luke decided to roll with this.

“All right, man,” Luke said, smiling. He grabbed the trunks. “You’re the expert.”

They walked to the fitting room. Luke went in and Austin waited outside the closed curtain among the full length mirrors. A few minutes later Luke pulled back the curtain, Austin looked up from his phone, and dropped his jaw.

The blue briefs were very brief. They were way smaller than Luke’s underwear briefs, which he was wearing under the bathing suit as per the instructions posted everywhere. And they were all Luke was wearing from the ankle up.

“Uh… I don’t think they fit,” Luke said, smirking and hefting the weighty contents of his crotch.

Luke looked like one of the models had just walked out of a poster on the wall, plus a little fur on his abs. The suit had so little fabric in the back that it practically disappeared into Luke’s bowling ball ass, and so little in the front that, were Luke’s underwear not there, he’d only have enough fabric for one ball and about four inches. Austin was obviously enjoying the view though. Luke decided to have a little fun with this guy and strike some poses in the mirrors while they talked.

“I dunno, man. Is this how they’re supposed to fit?”

“Uh… no. Sorry, man. I… had no idea you had that much… uh… going on under those clothes.”

“I don’t think I’ll take any IG photos while I’m here though. Having the underwear on underneath kinda ruins the effect, don’t you think?”

“Oh,” he said, waving his hand. “It’s just us here. You can chuck the undies if you want.”

“Really?” Luke said, throwing him that teen idol smile of his. “Thanks, man.”

“Lemme get you a few more to try on. And… if you want, I could uh… even take the pictures for you.”

“Really? Sweet! Thanks, man.”

Luke’s Instagram story for that day was epic, even if Austin had to do the camera work while attempting to hide a raging boner. In the end Luke decided on a green trunk, which Austin offered to sell him at the staff discount. Before he left the shop, Luke figured Austin deserved a tip.

“Hey, man,” Luke called from behind the curtain. “Think you could come in here and help me with something?”

Austin pulled back the curtain to see Luke grinning fully nude with a huge, raging boner.

Austin smiled, wide-eyed and said, “Oh, thank fuck!”

Austin closed the curtain behind him and immediately got on his knees. Luke playfully smacked him across the face with his cock a few times then shoved it into his mouth with one hand while grabbing the back of the guy’s head with the other. Austin gagged a little, but he’d obviously had practice at this. And Luke’s alpha lube was great a loosening a guy’s throat for a good dicking. Inside a minute Luke was balls deep down the guy’s gullet. His gaze never left Luke’s the entire time and Luke wasn’t even trying to hold it.

Must be a pretty good view from down there, Luke thought as he ruffled the dude’s hair and thrusted away.

Luke shoved himself as deep as he could before busting his nut. Experience taught him that whenever he shot his load in a guy’s mouth, the guy could never swallow fast enough and things ended up getting messy. He didn’t want Austin looking like a wrecked whore for the rest of his shift.

They both emerged from behind the curtain after about ten hot minutes. Austin’s hair wasn’t quite so perfect anymore, but he had a huge smile on his face.

“Damn!” Austin said, his voice a little raw. “Guess I can skip that protein shake now.”

Luke chuckled and gently swatted the guy’s ass as they walked to the cash register.

“Hey, what’s your IG handle, stud?” Austin asked. “I’ll follow you.”

“Search Lucky Lukey. You’ll find me.”

In Lindsey’s bathroom mirror the suit looked even better on him. In the end there wasn’t much of a choice for him at the boutique. There were only about three suits he could afford that didn’t look pornographic on him. Normally, Luke wasn’t shy about showing off, but he didn’t want his crotch to be the talk of his friend’s party.

He threw a couple of flexes in the mirror and pumped his chest ahead of leaving the bathroom. He wanted to look his most impressive in front of the three hunky hockey players he’d be sharing the hot tub with.


“So, no wrestling this year, Luke?” asked Tom Greyson, the hockey team’s captain. Tom was a great guy. Pretty cute, too. He had a killer chest and shoulders on him, total hockey guy build. His strawberry blond hair and square jaw made him look like a bulked up version of the guy who played Archie on Riverdale. But unlike Archie, with Tom the carpet matched the drapes. Tom and Luke had had gym class together before.

“Oh, I’m still on the team, just not captain anymore.”

“How come?”

“I wanna focus on weightlifting. When I started the team two years ago it was just me and a handful of gym rats trying to get big. It’s grown a lot and I wanna make sure it continues.”

“Speaking of growth, man,” Chris Kato chimed in. “How much do you weigh now?”

“Solid buck ninety-five, bro!” Luke boasted, raising his arms in a flex. “All muscle.”

Chris was half Japanese with cheekbones and thick black hair to die for. He was a year younger than Luke and Tom and would probably be hockey team captain next year.

“Damn! Look at those fuckers!” Tom said, grabbing a feel. “Wish I could get you into hockey. The other team would get the hell out of the way if they saw you charging at them.”

“Yeah, wish I could get those guns!” Chris said. “I blast mine three times a week and they don’t grow at all!”

“Oh yeah? Let’s see ‘em, Chris,” Luke said.

Chris threw up a double bicep for them. He had a good fifteen-inch diameter on them, impressive for a sixteen-year-old, really.

“Still pretty nice, man. But it sounds to me like you’re overtraining.”

“Huh? Is that a thing?”

Luke nodded and explained, “The biceps are small compared to other muscles. Just think about how big the quads are. It’s easy to overtrain arms. And if you’re working your chest properly, triceps almost take care of themselves. Try incorporating bis and tris as much as you can into compound movements throughout the week. Then have a serious arm day, like, once every two weeks.”

“Really?” said Chris, crinkling his nose a bit. “That’s it?”

“Yeah, trust me. Oh, and on arm day make sure to vary the angle of your frontal plane as you move through exercises. That’ll ensure you’re working from all the different insertion points… And finish with forearms. Guys always forget forearms.”

“Damn, Luke! You know your shit!” said Tom.

“Yeah, truth. I had you pegged as a total muscle head,” Chris joked.

Luke smirked and said, “I apologize profusely for my disaffirmation of your problematic stereotype… bro.”

The hot tub erupted into laughter.

“Ohhhhh! Snap!”

“That burn hurt there, buddy?”

“Damn, bro,” Chris said, laughing. “I’m joining the weightlifting team first thing Monday!”

“Well, you’ve just gotta sign up. And arm wrestle the captain.”

“Seriously?”

Luke nodded, “Yup. It’s tradition. Every guy on the team has done it. But you don’t have to win.”

“Thank fuck,” Chris said, chuckling.

The fourth guy in the hot tub, sitting directly across from Luke, was Jordan Eriksen, a year younger than Chris and maybe the youngest guy at the party.

“How about you, Jordan?” Luke said, leaning back and resting his head on his hands, his classic show-off-my-arms-without-looking-like-it look. “You trying to put on some muscle?”

“Oh! Uh… Well, sure! I just… I’m just glad to have made the team,” Jordan managed to get out. He seemed a little surprised that anyone was talking to him, which he really shouldn’t have been. Jordan may have only been fifteen years old, but he was easily one of the hottest guys in town.

Jordan was the only child of a Viking and a Latin Beauty Queen, literally! His father was a stunning, very successful six-foot-four Norwegian businessman with flashing blue eyes and the broad shoulders of a sailor. His mother was a lawyer and former Miss Mexico with legs up to her neck and a smile that could been seen from outer space. Jordan himself was a blond knockout with enormous hazel eyes, a honey complexion, dimples, and amazing muscle tone for such a young guy. There were rumours that he was a part-time model, but Luke had never asked him about it. Sure he was still kind of new to the school, but Luke had no idea why Jordan was so shy—he looked like he could star in a music video.

“He’s doing great!” Tom said, grabbing him by the shoulder. “He’s a lightning bolt on skates, this guy.”

“Oh yeah? He’s a looker, too,” Luke said, smiling across the steamy water. “You got anyone in the bleachers cheering for you, Jordan?”

“Uh… no. I got my eye on a couple of girls though.”

“A couple!” Chris said, slapping him on the shoulder. “You dawg!”

Jordan’s blush got deeper.

“Well, there’s nothing girls love more on a guy than some muscle,” Luke said, bouncing his chest for the younger guy. “You could join the weightlifting team with Chris, man. We’ve got room.”

“Really? Yeah, that sounds great!” Jordan said.

“Hey, Luke,” said Tom. “You wanna get some more food? I’m gettin’ kinda pruney in here.”

“Yeah, man. Sounds good.”

Tom and Luke stood up and climbed out of the hot tub. Chris and Jordan’s eyes went wide. Their jaws dropped but no one said anything.

O…kay, thought Luke. Weird.

They walked across the patio to grab their towels and half a dozen other people did the same thing, eyes glued to Luke as he walked. Luke was used to people starring at him, checking him out, but…

“Dude,” Tom said in his ear. “Look down.”

Luke looked down. His new bathing suit looked sufficiently loose at the front… when dry. When wet, it practically shrink-wrapped itself to his junk! And having just been in the nice, warm hot tub for half an hour—getting his muscles felt up by hunky hockey players—Luke’s cock, though not hard, was plumped to say the least.

Tom threw him a towel and Luke immediately wrapped it around his waist.

Best not to break the internet on the first week of school, he thought, smirking. I should at least wait until the second.

Although he thought he heard at least one smartphone shutter go off before he got the towel on.


Later, in the washroom, Luke and Tom were changing out of their bathing suits.

“Well, so much for my attempt at modest,” Luke said, looking down at his new bathing suit, which still clung to his dick and balls like a piece of tissue paper. Luke stripped off his suit and towelled himself off.

“Fuck modesty, dude,” Tom said, chucking his suit and doing the same. “If I was hung like that I’d be showing it off every chance I got.”

“Whatever, man,” Luke said, nodding at the hockey stud’s crotch. “You’ve got a pretty heavy duty set of equipment yourself.”

“Thanks man.”

They got dried off and Luke reached out, “Hand me my shorts, will ya?”

Tom picked up Luke’s underwear but held onto it, standing in front of Luke buck naked.

“So…” he said to Luke, smirking. “Exactly how big does it get, man?”

Luke smiled and folded his arms across his chest.

“You wanna see?”

“Seriously?” Tom grinned.

Luke shrugged, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours, man. Can you get it up without touching it?”

“Of course I can!” Tom replied, sticking his thick chest out.

“Well?”

Tom considered for a second and said, “Awe, fuck it. Let’s go!”

He stood with his fists on his hips across from Luke, a big smile on his face. Inside of a minute both studs were rock hard, cocks throbbing and pointing toward each other. Both of them had cocks so thick and heavy that they seldom pointed totally skyward.

“Damn, man!” Tom said. “Fuckin’ right! You must make the girls wail with that thing.”

“The boys, too,” Luke said with a grin, grabbing his dick and engaging Tom in a brief sword fight.

Tom laughed, grabbed his dick and playfully fought back a little, making fake lightsabre sounds.

“You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, dude.” Luke said. “What am I looking at here, a thick eight?”

“Yeah. Maybe a little more,” Tom said, throwing Luke his underwear.

Luke locked Tom’s gaze and said, “Maybe we could double team sometime.”

“Seriously?”

Luke shrugged, pulling up his boxer briefs, his penis still sticking out the top, “Yeah, why not? You and me? That’d be a lot of penis for the lucky thing between us.”

Tom nodded as he grabbed his briefs off the counter, waiting for his cock to deflate a bit, “I’ll have to think about that, man. Could be fun… But it’d have to be a girl.”

Luke smiled at him sideways and said, “You say that now. I say why pick a team when you can play both fields.”

“Well…” Tom said, with a curious half smile on his face. “What’s it like?”

“What?”

“What do you think? Sex with a dude. What’s it like?”

Luke shrugged, “It’s great, man. Different from sex with a girl, but hot is hot, know what I mean?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“And when you’re just super horned up, there’s nothing like having another hot, horny dude to work it out with. Guys can be… less complicated.”

“I could see that, man,” Tom said with a chuckle as he pulled his jeans up. “But if we keep talking like this we’ll never be able to stuff these monsters back in our pants.”


Later that night Luke and Lindsey lounged on a pair of recliners by the pool, watching their friends enjoy the pool. Lindsey wore a full-body bathing suit with a big t-shirt over top, although Luke never saw her swimming that day. It was getting a little cold as the sun went down, but the pool was heated. Luke lounged barefoot, wearing just his jeans. He wanted to show off his hard-earned gains as much as he could before it got dark.

“So, one more year,” Lindsey said.

“Yup, one more year.”

“Do you still wanna go to school at Waterloo in a year?”

“That’s the plan. One of the best Kinesiology programs in the world. Do you still want to go to school in Toronto?”

“That’s dad’s plan. He’s paying. And he says he doesn’t care what I do as long as I get a law degree first.”

“Cool.”

“Toronto and Waterloo aren’t that far apart.”

Luke smiled and said, “An hour and a half by train. I checked.”

Lindsey smiled and grabbed her arms.

“Are you cold?”

“A little.”

“C’mere,” Luke said, patting his lap.

“Really?”

“Sure. Keeping people warm is one of my superpowers.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes and climbed on to the chaise with him, leaning back onto his chest. Luke wrapped his arms around her. He really was warm. And he always smelled so good.

“I really am sorry about Ryan earlier,” Lindsey said. “I… I don’t know what I was thinking dating him in the first place.”

“Really? I’ve got a few guesses. Money… looks… BMW. Give him a personality transplant and I’d date him.”

Lindsey laughed and said, “Well… I guess some guys you’ve gotta kiss to find out if they’re princes or just frogs.”

“Exactly. Don’t beat yourself up.”

“He was right though.”

“About?”

“About me not putting out.”

“Linds, that is no reason for him to—”

“I know, I know,” said, cutting him off. “I’m not saying that. I’m just making an observation.”

“Which is?”

Lindsey sighed, “An observation about… how most guys aren’t willing to be patient enough for me to decide if they’re… you know… worth it. And then they become jerks and that generally makes the decision for me.”

“Most guys?” Luke asked, looking down at her.

“Okay, some guys… The guys I find, anyway.”

Luke shrugged and smiled down saying, “You found me.”

Lindsey twisted her head around and looked into Luke’s pale green eyes.

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “I guess I did.”

Then she slipped a hand behind Luke’s neck and brought their lips together in a soft, brief kiss.

“What was that for?” Luke asked.

She didn’t say anything. She just grabbed Luke’s hand, got up, led him into the house, and upstairs.


Lindsey turned the lock on her bedroom door, turned around, and Luke was there. They fell into an embrace, their foreheads touching, their eyes closed, breathing each other’s breath.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Lindsey whispered.

“I think so,” Luke’s voice rumbled through his chest.

“Do you know what I want?”

“Not exactly. Tell me.”

“I want it to be with a good guy,” she said slowly, “a guy who cares about me. I want it to be with you, Luke… But… I don’t want us to date. Dating ends too easily for too many reasons. Tomorrow, I still want us to still be friends. Tonight, I just want to know what it feels like when it’s right… Tomorrow and every day after, I want a friend… Tonight… I want a lover… That’s what I want… Will you give me that?… Can you give me that?”

Luke looked into her eyes, ran his hands up her back, and smiled. “Yeah, Linds. I can give you tha—”

She kissed him. He returned it. Their embrace got wilder. Lindsey clawed at Luke’s muscled torso with her fingertips as he ran his strong hands up and down her back and buttocks, grabbing at her through her clothes. They moved to the bed and sat down.

“Wait,” Luke said, breaking their kiss. “Have you got… everything we need?”

“Yeah,” Lindsey said, with a half smile, “I do.”

She opened her night stand and pulled out a fist full of condoms. Luke smiled, resumed kissing her, and move a hand to the inside of her thigh.

“Oh, wait!” she said. “We… have to be neat. If my parents suddenly see me washing my own sheets tomorrow, they might…”

“Right,” Luke said. “I get it.”

“Just… give me a minute.”

Lindsey went to her closet and laid down a few towels on her bed. She looked up and saw Luke undoing the fly of his jeans.

“Uh…” she began. “Do you mind if I… keep a t-shirt on?”

“Uh… well… I plan on being naked. What’s wrong?”

Lindsey looked down, wrapped her arms around her body, and said, “It’s just… well… I’m so skinny.”

Luke smiled and his head fell to one side.

“C’mon,” he cooed. He smiled a look into her eyes that could’ve melted ice as he approached and pawed at the hem of her t-shirt. “Let me see you.”

Lindsey lifted her arms, her eyes never leaving Luke’s gaze. Luke pulled the t-shirt over her and started kissing down her neck. He removed the shoulder straps of her bathing suit and pulled it down over her breasts, abdomen, hips, and finally it fell to the floor. Luke looked at her, looked into her eyes with the intensity that only an alpha can muster and said,

“You’re beautiful.”

Lindsey grabbed his face and kissed him. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, smiled at him and playfully said, “Catch!”

She jumped up and Luke laughed, barely catching her in his arms without dropping her.

“Oh, so this is how it’s gonna be, huh?” he said, grinning down at her and getting a better hold as he wrapped his arms under her thighs and behind her back.

Lindsey shrugged and said, “Hey, when a lady finds a guy who can carry her to bed, she takes advantage.”

Luke laughed and said, “All right, here we go!”

She yelped as he tossed her onto the towels and climbed on top of her. Lindsey fumbled with his jeans, quickly freeing his hardening cock. Luke shimmied his jeans down the rest of the way and threw them onto the floor. He laid on top of Lindsey, intertwining their fingers above them as they kissed. The tip of Luke’s huge cock was positioned right at the entrance of Lindsey’s vagina, pushing lightly at its outer lips, smearing alpha lube all over her, getting her ready. He wanted this to feel good for her. Ideally, Luke probably should’ve stuck the tip in and squirted some alpha lube up inside her, but he didn’t want to freak her out.

“Why don’t you get on top,” he said to her.

Lindsey nodded, “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”

They switched positions and Lindsey straddled Luke. He lounged with his hands behind his head as she put the condom on him. Or rather, tried to.

“Oh,” she said. “This feels kinda tight.”

“Yeah, you’re telling me. These are the only size you’ve got?”

“They come in different sizes?”

Luke chuckled, “Yeah. But just keep rolling it down, as far as you can. As long as it doesn’t break, that’s all that matters.”

After a minute the condom was on and Lindsey was lining up Luke’s cock with her pussy. She put the tip in and then slowly, ever so slowly, started to sit down on it. Her face twisted a little bit when she was halfway down.

“Does it hurt?” Luke asked.

“No, not really, it’s just… big.”

Luke laughed, “Hey, if you wanted small, you shoulda led one of your other friends up here.”

Luke thrust his hips, just a little bit and Lindsey gasped, “Ah! Hold on! Let me finish.”

A few agonizing minutes later they were finally crotch to crotch and Lindsey relaxed, moaning as she felt Luke’s cock fill up every square inch of her box. She came down and kissed him. Luke thrust his hips again, ever so slightly, and she gasped into his mouth.

“Ohhh… gawd it feels… good!”

Luke smiled up at her, grabbing her hips and running his hands up and down her thighs.

“Well, c’mon, cowgirl. You’re on top. Ride.”

Lindsey rolled her eyes, “Oh, gawd. Even now you’re a goofball?”

Then she started rolling her hips and it was Luke’s turn to gasp, “Ohhh… fuck.”

Lindsey rode him like that for about twenty minutes, testing her body with Luke’s cock, gradually gaining confidence and rolling her hips faster. At the beginning she’d had a thought to find her g-spot, but Luke was so big it didn’t seem to matter where or how she moved, his cock always hit all the right places. She felt her basement flood with juices as she welcomed the virile young man into her body. And Luke seemed to be enjoying himself, too, lightly rolling his hips to meet hers. A look of lust slowly grew on his face as he looked at her. Then he grabbed her toward him and said,

“Okay, my turn to ride.”

Lindsey yelped and before she knew what was happening their positions were reversed and Luke was on top of her. He grabbed her hands, locking their finger together above them, and kissed her all over her neck and shoulders as he thrust deeper and harder.

In this position, now completely relaxed, Lindsey gave herself completely over. Luke’s hands went to her back, hers to his as his powerful hips thrust long and deep, reaching newer places, rubbing them harder. Lindsey literally felt her vagina start clinging to his cock, all by itself, as he continued thrusting.

“Oh gawd… Oh gawd… Oh gawd…” she said, softly as she felt herself building to orgasm. She thought she’d had an orgasm before, but she was obviously mistaken. It felt nothing like this!

Luke’s pace increased ever so slowly, like a ship at sea gaining speed. He began to sweat, beads falling down onto her body like cooling drops of light as he kept going.

And then she felt it. It came onto her suddenly. Her junk clenched and she felt herself spasming.

“Ohhh!” she cried, but Luke gently put a hand over her mouth, laughing and shushing her.

“Shushhh… Shit, Linds! Did you forget there’s still a party going on out there?”

Luke removed his hand and Lindsey was panting like crazy.

“Success, I take it?” Luke said, smiling down at her.

She nodded. Luke slowly withdrew, flopped down beside her, and immediately removed the restricting, and now incredibly slick, condom from his still rock hard penis. They were both panting like they’d just ran a four-minute mile.

“Oh…” Lindsey said, laying her head on his moist, muscular chest. Luke wrapped an arm around her. “Thank you… Thank you thank you thank you…”

She looked down and saw that Luke was still rock hard and dribbling precum all over his furry, cobblestone abs.

“Oh,” she said. “You didn’t come, did you?”

Luke shook his head, “Nah. It’s hard for me to cum wearing a condom at the best of times. But that one was way too tight.”

“Well… here, I’ll finish you off.”

“You don’t have to.”

“No, I want to,” she said, getting back on top of him, smiling. “Just relax.”

Luke laughed and put his hands behind his head as Lindsey stroked his cock. He had to admit, it was a huge turn-on that she had to use both of her tiny hands to do the job. In a few minutes he was moaning himself and trying to keep from making too much noise. Suddenly his cock went electric. He bit his lower lip to keep from making too much noise. His hips thrust upward and he shot over a dozen thick ropes of alpha seed, covering himself from his chin all the way down his torso. When he finally finished Luke was breathing like a horse that just finished the Kentucky Derby.

“Holy, shit!” said Lindsey. “I didn’t think it’d be that much!”

Luke laughed, still panting, and said, “I said it… before… And I’ll say it again. If you wanted small, you shoulda looked elsewhere.”

“Damn… Can you imagine if we didn’t use a condom? I’d be pregnant already.”

He chuckled and looked up at Lindsey. She looked down at him still somewhat stunned.

“C’mere,” he said, holding out his arms.

“Actually…” she said, looking his cum-drenched torso up and down. “I think I wanna clean you up first.”

“Yeah,” Luke said, lowering his arms. “Yeah, sure thing.”

As Lindsey wiped him down with a hand towel, soaking up the gallon or so of cum and sweat from his body, Luke noted a difference between guys and girls. Guys were more likely to want to get dirty in bed. If Brian were here instead of Lindsey, he would’ve jumped onto Luke’s cum-slathered torso like a muscle-bound slip-n-slide and then licked them both clean.

When Lindsey was done wiping him down, she held the towel in her fingertips for moment, as if wondering what to do with it, and then dumped in into a trashcan. She looked back at Luke who, once again threw open his arms to cuddle, this time with the added power of a puppy dog pout on his face.

Lindsey melted and crawled up next to him. Luke wrapped his big, beefy arms around her, and replaced his pout with a big, exaggerated grin.

“Ah…” he said. “This is nice.”

He gently stroked her back and arms. Girls had such soft skin.

“Yeah. It is.”

Their breathing slowed in the silence.

“I guess you’ve got a party you should be getting back to, though.”

“Yeah. We both should.”

She crawled on top of Luke and looked into his face. He was smiling at her with his eyebrows slightly raised.

“He’s still there,” she said, smiling.

“What?”

“Luke Forrester,” she said. “Lucky Lukey. That tough, freckly kid who scared all my bullies away. He’s still right here… My friend is still right here.”

They kissed. Luke stroked her back.

“Always will be,” he said, smiling.

“Okay!” Lindsey said, getting up and pulling on her bathing suit. “I think I’m good to go. But you smell like sex from all the way over here. The en suite bath is through there. Meet you at the taco bar? I saved some Corona for us.”

“Sounds good. But… you know this isn’t gonna be a secret, right? I mean, half the people here saw you lead me upstairs. And… we didn’t come down for a while.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. But… they’re our friends, right? They’ll be cool, won’t they?”

“Yeah… sure.”

“I guess we’ll see soon enough.”


The next morning, in the girls locker room after hot yoga class, Lindsey and her two besties Heather and Gail were getting changed.

“So… Linds,” Heather said. “You’re looking pretty limber today.”

“Yeah? Thanks.”

“Um… Hum,” Gail, chimed in, a smirk on her face. “Pretty. Limber. Indeed.”

Lindsey looked up at them, both smiling at her.

“Okay,” she said, throwing up her hands. “Everybody saw and yes, Luke and I had sex yesterday. There, that’s it.”

“Oh, baby that is sooo not it,” Heather said. “This was your first! How was it?”

They all sat down.

“Honestly,” Lindsey said, smiling at her friends, “it was great. I felt like a fucking goddess.”

“Oh, Linds, I’m so happy!” said Gail, grabbing her thigh.

“Yeah, Luke sure knows what he’s doing,” said Heather.

“Wait, you’ve slept with Luke, too?” Lindsey asked.

“Oh, yeah. We got a little tipsy on that beach trip we took this summer. We headed back to the cabin before everyone else and… yeah. It was pretty great.”

“Yeah,” Gail said. “Luke’s a sweetheart. We’ve had sex half a dozen times.”

“Really? You, too?”

“Yeah,” Gail said with a shrug. “He’s fuckin’ hot. He’s always up for it. And he’s a gentleman. That’s a rare combo! It’s hard to find a big dick that isn’t attached to a big dick, if you get me.”

“Yeah, I get you,” Lindsey said, thinking about Ryan.

“In fact,” said Gail, smiling, pulling out her phone. “I think I could use a little Luke this weekend.”

“What’re you doing?” Lindsey said, chuckling.

“Hey, Luke,” Gail said, dictating as she typed. “Busy… this weekend? Triple eggplant. Sent… Let’s see how long it takes him to get back.”

“Oh gawd,” said Lindsey, rolling her eyes. “But wait, let’s go back. Heather, weren’t you seeing Sean this summer?”

Heather winced, “Yeah, I was. But… I was mad at him and Luke didn’t know we were dating. Afterwards I asked him not to say anything and he didn’t say a word, I know he didn’t. And he and Sean are on the wrestling team together. See? Gentleman.”

“So Linds… did you… you know?” Gail asked.

“Did I what?”

“Did you cum, gurl?”

“Yes, I did,” Lindsey said. “For the first real time, actually. It was… pretty great. Didn’t cum as much as he did, though.”

“Oh, I know,” Heather said, “Luke cums buckets.”

“Yeah, your bed is gonna smell like him forever now, by the way,” Gail said.

“Oh, we put down towels.”

“Oh, good thinking.”

“Yeah, good thinking.”

Just then Gail’s phone beeped at her. She looked at it.

“Well, yay!” Gail said, grinning. “Looks like it’s my turn to ride.”

“What did he say?” Lindsey asked.

“For you, I’m free! Big smiley face. Can I come over to yours? I won’t have the house this weekend. Triple heart.”

“Awww…” Lindsey and Heather said in unison.

“See?” Gail said. “Gentleman.”


Four days later, Luke was in the school gym’s sauna with some of his weightlifting teammates, sweating it out. Luke had decided to open the training season by running the team through different circuits of compound lifts, making sure everybody had good form before the season really got underway. The boys were all looking pumped and jacked by the end of it. The whole school was empty this late at night, but Luke was trusted to lock up the gym when training was over. Charming teachers, principals, and coaches was so easy.

There were five of them in the sauna. Luke sat on his towel on the lower bench, buck naked. His weighty cock and balls hanging over the edge of the bench. Brian sat above Luke massaging his shoulders and upper arms, his dick and balls behind Luke’s head. Chris Kato lounged in the upper corner, equally naked. Dude had a respectable set of equipment, too, especially for a sixteen-year-old. It had been his first training session with the team. He was rubbing his own arm, still sore from his welcoming arm wrestle with Luke earlier. Jordan Eriksen, the cute blond hockey player from the hot tub, sat in the upper corner opposite Chris with a towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Chris had brought him along. At the end of the lower bench was Jamie Alliston, also with a towel wrapped tightly around him. With Jake’s departure from the swimming team, Jamie decided to stay on dry land and try to get buff with Luke and Brian this year for a while before the swimming season started. Maybe he’d even go out for captain.

Luke counted the guys in his head as Brian worked on his shoulders: Chris, Jordan, Jamie, Brian, himself. Two veteran lifters and three noobs. At training there were four other returning guys and another noobie, too. So a total of ten guys on the team and it’s just the first week of school. Not bad.

“Yo, Luke,” Chris said, breaking the silence.

Luke just grunted, enjoying Brian’s touch.

“You fuck Lindsey at the party last weekend?”

“Yeah, man.”

“Respect, bro,” Chris said, holding his fist out.

Luke pumped fists with his new teammate.

“She tight?” Chris asked.

“Not now,” Luke said simply.

Chris chuckled, saying, “Fuck, dude. If getting more jacked gets me half the pussy you get, having you nearly break my arm earlier will be well worth it.”

“I’m sure you do just fine, stud,” Luke said back, tossing Chris a look.

Chris was playing absently with his chubbed penis as he spoke.

“Yeah, man, but I’m so fuckin’ horned up lately! I mean, I could be putting it to a girl morning, noon, and night.”

Luke shook his head, “You and Tom. You hockey dudes are so uptight.”

“What do you mean, man?”

“I mean find a dude… dude. One who’s as horny as you. It’s like this… For most girls, sex is, like, serious business. So they’re more careful about it. And that’s cool. That’s their prerogative. But for most guys, sex is just… fun!”

“Really?”

“Sure! Allow me to demonstrate.”

“Huh?”

A minute or so passed in silence and they all watched as Luke’s massive mcock hardened and swung straight up from his furry crotch, landing on his cobblestone abs—close to nine, thick inches of throbbing, uncut sex meat above a pair of balls that would make any man jealous.

“Whoa, man!” Chris said. “I knew you were hung, but dang! Didn’t think it got that big!”

“Well, I couldn’t help it. My man Brian here has got magic fingers.”

“You want some help with that, big guy?” Brian asked, reaching down and tweaking Luke’s nipples.

“Not from you, man,” Luke said. “I want you to keep doing what you’re doing. I nearly broke the arms of three noobs today, I need my massage.”

“Can I help you out, Luke?” Jamie said, reaching over and casually stroking his team captain’s enormous pole. The tip was already covered in sticky, juicy precum.

“Now there’s a team player!” Luke said, slapping Jamie on the shoulder. “Thanks, man. Sure, go for it. Go nuts.”

Jamie shuffled closer and started sucking Luke’s cock while massaging his heavy ball sack. Brian continued massaging Luke’s shoulders now sporting a swollen member of his own.

“See?” Luke said, tossing a look at Chris.

“Fuck, man,” Chris said, by now stroking his own huge erection. He looked over and saw Jordan staring at his crotch with his mouth open.

“Well…” Chris said, “I’ll be gawddamed if I’m the only guy in here not getting any action. Get the fuck over here, Eriksen! Let’s do some team bonding.”

Jordan shifted himself over to Chris and started sucking his cock, too.

Luke twisted his neck up to Brian and Brian leaned down and kissed him. Then Luke started sucking his buddy’s cock.

Team bonding doesn’t get any better than this, Luke thought to himself.


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