Finding a true alpha man

[bravesoldier]

This won't be a book but is a real, condensed story of how I met an alpha hung stud, dream of a man and learned fast how it felt to be quickly made a pussy boy.

This past February when with a couple of friends, I was introduced to this man. He was a brutally handsome man with a name that was consuming to me. An awfully masculine, beautiful and commanding name that I wish I could say. One of my buddies told me I would love him, that he had a very ample, long, thick cock and was a hairy man. I shook his hand that night for the first time and my eyes were glued to him for the rest of the night. After dinner that night he came by my friend's house to chat. I was so hopeful we all might play, but there wasn't the first mention of any kind of sex and sharing of friends. He sat across the room from me cradling his wad in the palm of his hand, making me feel he was sending his energy straight to me, but again, nothing happened as I was with someone else. For months I thought and fantasized about him. Finally, I made a contact to him, and he was very interested in meeting me. I drove three hours to his place where sex began pretty much as soon I put my bags down. When he got naked on the bed and laid back with legs spread before me, I began going weak. All I could do at first was take in his body and mammoth cock. He was a dream and a fantasy, laying before me. He let me look and the next thing I knew I had my arms wrapped around his upper thighs and his cock at my mouth. I was like I became a giant vacuum that sucked instantly onto his cock. I felt prostrate, literally desperate to please him. I moaned uncontrollably and before I knew it, I was shaking as I processed the size of what was in my mouth and the privilege of the job that was before me. Before the first session was over, I was almost out of control, still shaking from the shock and pleasure of fantasy cock fulfillment. He had told me beforehand I WOULD swallow every drop of his seed, no questions asked. Of course, I did gladly and almost begged him for more. By bedtime that night, as I remember, we had sex at least three times, each time a mandatory and sometimes forceful feeding. Around 7 AM the next morning the sheets were pulled off of growing erection and I was back between his legs working as hard as I ever worked to please a man. The exact same thing each night before we slept. On the second day after enjoying a beautiful boat ride, and as he had commanded me beforehand, I reached over and softly laid my hand on his thigh, lightly caressing. In the next little while he told me he knew what I was after, speeding the boat to a secluded slough with lots of trees around it. He walked to the back of the boat and dropped his thin, brown trunks and told me to go to work. Being the submissive cunt I am I went straight down on him until he fed me again. By that time, I'd eaten six loads of his sperm. That night he did something he'd told me he was going to do to me, but I thought he'd forgotten about. He walked to the bedroom and when he came back, he sat in a chair in front of my and without asking, literally jerked down my thin shorts and boxer briefs and began trying to lock my cock. I was turned on so much by this he had difficulty locking me due to my growing erection. At that time, I thought about something else we'd agreed on doing. To quell my erection, I reminded him of what it was, and he didn't hesitate to take me to the bed, made me strip naked, putting put a 2 1/2" strap across my ass leaving big red welts across my virgin buns. This was a first for me I was scared I would not like, but to my surprise it turned out like I had fantasized about. The pain mixed with the pleasure and horny energy was very hot. So, this ass spanking took care of the erection, and he successfully locked my cock, denying me any pleasure and keeping me horny for his benefit. The next day we went out on the town and had an awesome, casual time together. As we rode in the convertible, my hand softly rested on his upper thigh, trying to send a constant message of my dedication to his hung cock every minute we were together. We hung out and visited some cool places. At one place I was on my knees checking out something on the floor and he admitted to me later he almost pulled his cock out the side of his shorts for when I turned back toward him. Fear of cameras stopped him from doing this, however. I did tell him if he had done what he'd said, I'd have vacuumed him straight in my mouth and not moved until he was done. Ha, maybe that will happen another time.

Before the end of that night and the next morning this hunk of a man had given me a total of eleven loads of his seed and I had swallowed or licked him clean of each drop. Eleven loads in a two-day period. Right before I left, I remember looking in the mirror as I brushed my teeth and thinking I had eaten so much of his seed that I had begun to look like him. That silly fleeting thought gave me yet another raging hard on.

So, that afternoon came and it was time to say goodbye. He had unlocked me prior, held me close and we said goodbye. The tenderness of the moment away from all the sex almost made me tear up. I had learned what it was like to submit to a hung alpha male, and it was better than I ever imagined. He called me at home the next morning and wants to meet again quickly, which of course I agreed to.