Popular Post londonboy Posted September 26, 2020 Popular Post Share Posted September 26, 2020 “I don’t remember what I had for lunch,” the big man said to me, with a confused look on his face. “You had a salad and some chicken. What was I wearing?” I asked, looking down at the weights between sets. “You looked hot in a green polo and jeans,” he answered, but didn’t notice my grin. “Did I just say you looked hot? Sorry about that, man. I just meant to say you were wearing a green polo and jeans. I don’t know what made me say that.” “No sweat, dude. It’s okay for you to tell me I looked hot. As a matter of fact, I kind of like it,” I replied, not wanting to seem too excited. “Yeah? You don’t find that weird? Okay, good to know. Fuck, I’m feeling swole today, hon,” he said, without even realizing it – then it hit him. “What the hell. I’m sorry, man. I have no idea why I called you hon. It’s like I can’t control my thoughts or something.” “No worries, big guy. You are looking super huge today,” I replied, still not looking him in the face and then I quietly added, “You can call me hon anytime.” “Okay . . . sure. It just sort of feels good to think of you that way. Shit, I don’t know what’s happening to me. I can’t recall anything about yesterday except meeting you for a couple of beers. What day is it?” he asked, puzzled. “Saturday, dude. You sure you’re okay,” I said, returning to the curls of my next set – desperately needing everything to seem natural. “I feel fucking fantastic, man. Super pumped and powerful – even more alpha than usual,” he replied . . . “It’s just that I’m also feeling this strong need to be with you . . . to be there for you. It’s wild. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. For anyone. Even Gina, and I was with her for a few years. Man, I hope I’m not freaking you out or anything . . . hell, it’s freaking me out – but it feels so natural, so good – like it’s almost turning me on, or something. I’m really kind of just wanting to focus on you and only you.” “So, you still think about Gina?” I asked, trying hard to hide the pleasure his other words had given me. “Who?” he asked. “No one,” I replied, finally looking into his eyes and smiling. “I’m glad you took off your shirt.” “I knew it would please you,” he said. “Hell, it pleases me that it pleases you. I’m fucking huge, today.” “It does please me, man,” I answered. “So, you want to grab a few beers after we’re done here?” “Whatever you want, babe. I’m just here to make you happy,” the big guy said and then shook his head hard. “Jesus, what the hell was that? I . . . I . . . don’t know what I’m saying. It just kind of comes out. I’ve never called you ‘babe’ before . . . but it seems right and natural . . . I think.” “What? You saying you don’t mean it?” I asked. “No . . . it’s not that,” he started and then stopped – his face with an expression of total revelation. “I do mean it. I can’t believe I’m saying that . . . but it’s true. I do mean it. I just want to make you happy, man. I want to get big for you. I want to be strong for you. I want to be everything you want or need. Does that sound crazy or offend you in some way?” “Not in the least,” I answered. “It makes me very happy. I like the idea of you getting bigger for me.” “It’s funny . . . that’s all I want . . . you to be happy,” he said, smiling at me. “I can’t remember my name. What’s my name?” “You’re just called Alpha. You’re one of those single-name big fellas. You’re my Alpha,” I replied, looking at him, intently. “Yeah . . . yeah, that’s right. I’m your Alpha. I fucking love being your Alpha. Nobody better mess with you, babe, or they’re going to have to answer to these,” he said, flexing his arms into a double biceps pose. “Come over here and feel your Alpha’s arms, hon. I’ve got them huge today, just for you.” “Here? In the middle of the gym?” I said, coyly. “What will people think?” “I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks,” he said, looking around. “Anyone says anything I’ll twist them into a human knot. I just need you touching me, man – right now. I need everyone to know that you’re my Boo and no one should come near you. Alpha needs to claim his man. Give us a kiss, babe. A kiss from you will empower me to knock out about twenty more sets without any problem. Yeah, that’s it – get up close to me, sexy. God, that ass of yours feels so good.” “Calm down, Alpha,” I said as I stood between his legs and let him wrap his arms around me and grope my ass. “You remember anything before today?” “Yeah . . . I remember you,” he replied, pulling up the front of my shirt and kissing my stomach. “I remember wanting you and only you. You make the fucking son rise, dude.” “That’s a good, Alpha. My Alpha,” I answered, fully aware that he truly was becoming mine. “Not so hard on the ass, man. You’ll leave bruises.” “How about we do it right here on this bench, babe. I could care less what people think. Hell, I think everyone in here would probably like to watch. I’ve never done it with a guy before, but I damn sure know what I’m doing when it comes to sex, dude. I’ve never had complaints before. Shit, why have I never grabbed your fucking hot ass before?” the big man said – totally lost in his appreciation of my body. “You were just waiting for the right time to shower me with all your alpha-ness, man,” I replied, softly – enjoying the kisses on my abs and the hard groping on my ass. “I’m yours now, babe. All yours. You want me to flex my alpha body for you?” he asked, staring into my eyes – no longer looking confused, having totally surrendered to his new role. “Alpha wants to show off.” “Yeah, I do,” I answered. “Show me what you’ve got.” He inhaled deeply, causing his chest to inflate and rise dramatically. I placed my hands against the hard, fur-covered pecs and he tensed them even harder. I teased his nips by pinching them with my fingers, loving how it caused him to suck in air in a loud gasp. I reached up and grabbed hold of his stone-like traps, amazed that a man could develop this part of his body to such an incredible size and hardness. His arms bulged to watermelon size while he was just sitting there, but when he flexed his right gun it shot so thick that my own hand couldn’t come close to covering the peak. I looked down and saw that his journey to being my devoted Alpha was complete – his shorts tented majestically at the crotch and I saw immediately that his tool was definitely the main source of his alpha-ness. The thing was obviously huge – just like the rest of him. “Looks like there’s a present in your shorts just for me, Alpha,” I said, teasing him a little. “I’ve never been this hard, hon. I can’t remember anyone ever making me this hard. I can’t believe I’ve never been hard because of you before, but this desire must have been buried deep within me for a long time. You want to see your Alpha’s cock?” he asked, reaching for the waistband of his shorts. “Not here, big guy. Let’s not get banned from the gym. We’re already pushing the boundaries of decency, as it is,” I replied, laughing a little at how far he was now willing to go. “So, what’s on your agenda, tomorrow, Alpha?” “Taking care of you,” he shot back without any hesitation. “Smothering you in big muscles.” “What? Nowhere else you have to be?” I asked, marveling at how he had forgotten everything about his life of thirty minutes ago. “I have to lift to get bigger and I have to make you happy. What else could there possibly be that I have to do?” he replied. “Not a thing, big guy, not a thing. Ready for those beers,” I said, moving away and placing my dumbbells back on the rack. “Can you think of a place where I can go like this . . . you know, shirtless? Your Alpha wants to continue to show off his body for you. I’m not ready to cover all this hugeness up,” my big man asked. “Oh hell yeah, Alpha, there’s a neighborhood gay bar just around the corner. The clientele will love having big shirtless you walking in,” I replied, gathering my stuff. “I’ve never been to a gay bar, but that sounds perfect. I get to keep my shirt off and I can hold you as close as I want to. I’m already dreaming about what it’s going to be like to kiss those hot lips of yours, babe,” he said, grabbing his own bag and standing up – a muscled mountain beside me. “Fucking hell, why haven’t I ever kissed you before? It feels like I’ve been missing out on life?” “Well, we can certainly make up for lost time, right?” I asked, smiling at him. “Hell fucking yeah! Starting right now,” he replied. I really never truly knew if the pills would work. I had known Alpha for a long time – well, the guy who became Alpha. I had lusted after him since day one. He was this hugely built co-worker who took me under his wing on my first day on the job – acting like an older brother or protective cousin as he introduced me to people and explained procedures in the office. Even in his expensive suit, I could tell he was built like a brick shit-house. The seams of his jacket were stretched to the bursting point and through his white dress shirt I could see the dark fur covering his huge manly chest. He had perpetual five o’clock shadow and radiated the kind of confidence that was cocky to some, but to me it was just pure masculinity. The man oozed testosterone the way burning incense could immediately fill a small room. I was instantly overcome by his aura and wanted him more than anything in the world. Images of the guy became fodder for my multiple daily masturbatory sessions. A quick thought about his arms or his chest could make me shoot hard quicker than anything. I dreamed of lying in bed with him, my hand rubbing his furry chest as he teasingly squeezed my head resting on his massive biceps. I lost a lot of my seed in the corner stall of the bathroom at our office – having to often pause, mid-yank, while someone came in to do their business. I had waited for a kiss from him for a very, very long time. He grabbed the front of my t-shirt with one hand, twisted slightly, and then pulled me roughly up on my toes so my face could be even with his. He was a man claiming his mate. His lips pressed strongly into mine and the entire room started to spin. The pressure was assured and pure alpha. It was over quickly, the big man simply temporarily filling an intense need in both of us. “Now, that’s what I’m talking about, babe. Those soft lips taste like honey. I’m going to be begging for about a million of those each day and taking them whether you want me to or not,” the big man said, opening the door to the gym for me to exit first – my gentleman Alpha. “Hey, I don’t remember where I live.” “You live with me,” I quickly replied. “Of course. How could I have forgotten that. Spooning your little body into my giant one every night to keep you warm and safe. Just like a big man should. I never wear a shirt, do I?” he answered, accepting it as fact. “Never, my Alpha,” I laughed. “I like it when you call me that,” he said. “I get fucking horny. It makes me feel big and strong.” “You are big and strong,” I said – laughing even more. “Hell fucking yeah,” he agreed – laughing, as well, and then suddenly adding, “Why can’t I remember us having sex?” “We haven’t done it, yet,” I quickly responded, looking at the ground. “Shut the fuck up! Why not? I love sex. At least, I think I do. No, I definitely love sex. I remember plowing people like a machine. I remember all these muscles glistening with heavy sweat as I pounded away. Why haven’t we done the nasty? I’m pretty sure I need it multiple times a day. I mean, look at me!” he said, stopping on the sidewalk to turn at me. “I’m a fucking muscle monster.” His body actually radiated sex. His bulging arms had veins snaking across them in that ‘I lift really heavy things’ way of strongmen and bodybuilders. His abs were tight as hell and defined like a perfect brick wall. They looked ripe for punching. He had lats that stuck out like wings of an angel. And his meaty pecs hung hard and wide, the evening breeze making his nipples stand at attention. His nubs were begging to be sucked. He had a big honking foreign looking nose, which, alone, could turn me on, so broad and strong. It was the nose of a powerful man. His eyes were brooding and dark, like some kind of mafia henchman you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. And those traps that reached towards the sky on top of solid building-like shoulders – they made me weak in the knees. He exuded the kind of manly cockiness that made other men use the word ‘sir’ or move out of the way, quickly. Sexiness was deeply embedded in every crevice and on every bulge of his humongous body. “We wanted to wait until we were married,” I replied – saying the first thing that popped into my mind and worrying he wouldn’t buy it. “We’re not married!” he shouted. “Why the hell not? I must be yanking big loads out of my giant sausage four or five times a day to prevent me from jumping that hot body of yours. How in the hell do I sleep with you without pounding you silly? I must be a fucking superman.” “Well, you haven’t proposed, yet,” I said – taking this much further than I ever thought I would. Suddenly, I was whisked off my feet as strong arms grabbed my shoulders and lifted me – easily carrying me into the shielded doorway of a closed building. It was already starting to get dark, so we were kind of hidden from people passing by. Before I could respond to my sudden displacement, the big guy was down on one knee and had his face pressed up against my crotch – his big, strong nose nudging my raging hard-on, teasingly. I grabbed his traps, again gasping at how thick and hard they were. His hands held on to my hips as he pulled me into his face – the warmth of his open mouth on my cock being felt even through the fabric of my shorts. He finally pulled his head away and looked up at me, eyes full of devotion. “Marry me, babe. Make an honest muscle man of me. I want to wake up every day for the rest of my life and only use this big body of mine to please you. I want to grow massive for you. I want to come home every night and have you feel my growth with your hands . . . your lips . . . your tongue. I want to be your Alpha forever,” he said – with the kind of puppy-dog look that could melt any heart, instantly. “And I also want to say we can have sex as soon as we’re engaged . . . that is, as soon as you say yes. I want to spend more hours of the day inside of you than out. What do you say to that, too?’ “I say yes to both,” I responded and bent down to kiss him – now completely lost in the new reality I had created for both of us. Alpha’s real name was Seth Davis and we were both junior partners in a pretty well-known law firm in town. Seth was also an amateur bodybuilder – a guy that was so comfortable with his huge body that he showed it off any chance he go. Puffing out his chest through his open suit coat, flexing his guns in tight dress shirts, pulling up the legs of his gym shorts to tense his huge thighs, and other forms of muscle exhibition were daily occurrences. It was like he knew he turned everyone on that was within a twenty-foot radius. I had been Seth’s wing man on so many double dates that I had learned enough about him to easily pass as his lover – if ever that opportunity would present itself. I knew what he liked and what he didn’t like, since he shared so much with our little group each time we went out. I knew he liked his sex rough and sweaty. I knew he liked to be surprised in the morning with a cup of coffee brought to him in bed. I knew he liked to flex his big upper body as he pounded his dates hard. It was amazing what he and his conquests would openly talk about when we were on our double dates. I memorized everything he said or everything some girl mentioned that he liked or that he had done. Usually the tidbits I gathered were fuel for jerking off for months – like the time I learned that Seth got off more from fucking someone while he held them in the air, bouncing them up and down on his long hard log as he stood or walked around the room. Or the time he said a specific date had been a particular favorite because she could ‘suck like a Hoover.’ I knew his nipples were especially sensitive, that he liked long deep-throated kisses, and that kisses to his inner thighs could send him out of control. All of this information came in very handy, when Hannah McIntire came into my life about a month ago. She was a temp hired to replace someone on maternity leave. This new paralegal quickly and intuitively recognized how head-over-heels in love I was with my muscled co-worker. She actually got me to spill the beans last night when we ended up being the last two at a bar during the weekly Friday happy hour after work. I was a pathetic love-sick puppy spilling my guts dramatically into my beer. Hannah quickly told me she could help. It turns out she was a witch, sorceress, wiccan follower – take your pick. The bottom line was she had a pill that could make Seth turn into whatever it was I desired mostly. Before I knew what was happening she had slid a finger across one of my cheeks, snatching up a falling tear, and letting it soak into this vitamin-looking capsule she had quickly produced from her purse. She put it into a plastic container and told me to put this in Seth’s water or coffee one day – warning me that it’s effects would be almost immediate and could last forever, temporarily, or whatever. It was all dependent on how strong my desire was and how much of that need had been in the teardrop. I laughed it all off, until I saw that Hannah’s face was serious – unmoved by my doubt. She told me to trust her and I should try to use it soon so its power wouldn’t diminish. Something in the way she spoke told me this was the opportunity of a lifetime. She also said Seth’s immense size could make the power of the pill even stronger, too. I decided, right then and there, that I would put it in his water when we were working out the next morning. That had been about two hours ago. The opportunity of my plan had presented itself when Seth had to interrupt our workout to go back and get his forgotten towel. I had quickly dropped the capsule in his water bottle and watched him with uncontainable anticipation when he downed his water mid-workout. The rest, as they say, was now history. “Fuck yeah,” Alpha said as strong arms wrapped around my thighs and lifted me in the air – and I kept my body bent over so I could continue kissing him while he looked up. “How about you let me plow you right here – right now. I bet people would stop and pay money to watch. I know seeing my muscled ass, alone, would easily get us about a grand or more. God, I need you so badly, babe. Let’s consummate our engagement in a public place.” “Down there, you big muscled alpha ape. We’ve got a lifetime of you shoving your huge sausage inside of me. Right now, I want to go show my fiancé off in the bar. You’re going to make every man in the joint sticky in the crotch . . . I guarantee it,” I said. “I only care about making one man sticky in the crotch and he’s wrapped up in my arms, right now,” the big man replied. “It’s funny, I have no memory of other men – just you.” “That’s what true love can do,” I said, quickly. “That’s for sure. Come on, babe. Let’s do some quick air fucking, just to celebrate our engagement. We can watch ourselves in the reflection from the windows around us,” he said, tempting me. “As wonderful as that sounds, Alpha, right now, we have to meet some friends at a bar. It’s your duty as a gorgeous muscleman,” I replied – definitely playing on his vanity. “At least let me flip you upside down and let’s suck each other off. Funny, it sounds so strange for me to offer to suck a guy off, but it feels so natural, too. It’s like it’s a totally new sensation. Why do I get the feeling that I’m a virgin in many ways, babe? It must be the way you make me feel,” Alpha said, confused – but very happy with what was to come. “Big guy, put me down and let’s go to the bar before you get us arrested for indecent behavior in public. You’re so horny you’re thinking crazy thoughts. Let’s go have a few beers and then we’ll head home for some fun . . . I promise,” I replied, marveling at how he was quickly forgetting everything about his past and becoming my true one-and-only Alpha. As the pressure on my legs was released and I was allowed to slide down the bulging hard body of Alpha, I noticed the big, thick, stone-like log erect in his shorts. The enormous man was truly infatuated with me. I could tell he desperately didn’t want my body to move more than touching distance from him. His big strong calloused hands stayed connected to me – as if I were a small child that might get lost in the crowd. He reached down and adjusted what I guessed were huge hairy balls within his jock, easing some of the tension I clearly caused for him down south. He bent down to kiss me, again – a sign that he approved of my plan, even though he’d rather have plowed me right then and there. “How alpha can I be at the bar, babe?” he asked as we started to walk. “Well, you can’t hurt anyone . . . if that’s what you mean,” I answered and I detected some slight disappointment in his face – so I quickly added, “But you can certainly show off for me.” “I think I get it . . . no pain, but intimidation is fine,” Alpha said, smiling again. “Exactly,” I shot back. “Intimidation would be great.” 36 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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