The Alpha's Born

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    Hi mates, I had this story in my mind and felt it would be interesting to share with you. This is my first public tale, I hope you enjoy! More chapters will come soon!

    Chapter One
    - The Dream

    Brad was an average guy, and that word, average, was his nightmare over and over. He felt like a ghost sometimes, as people just passed by him without any kind of reaction. He was 5.5ft and 158.8 pounds at 18, black hair and some beard, in different spots and few of it.

    He didn't like comic books or videogames enough to be a nerd or a geek, nor was a sport lad, he was always bored during those never ending physical education classes, running after a ball with no real purpose. For all that, he felt like he was not interesting for anyone. He didn't even imagine how he came up with a couple of friends that, at least had some ambitions. Tim and Mat were other average guys, but Mat was trying to get into the school's Soccer team and trying to try hard for it. So at least he had a goal and was going to gym and stuff to get a bit bigger and better to play. Tim was more like the intelligent type, he wanted to be a physicist. But all of them shared the same interest for one thing, and one common feature about it: girls and their inability to get to them.

    C'mon, tonight's party will be our time, man, we gotta go! - said Mat at the end of one particularly boring (for Brad and Tim) P.E. class. Tim always got out of them accelerated and confident, only to discover that he wasn't so attractive to girls as he felt like at that time. - Have you guys seen Linda today?? Oh fuck, she was hot in that gym shorts. And I think she was looking at me...
    Sure she was, Mat. Go talk to her - Tim said, maliciously.
    Forget man, she wasn't and you know that. - Brad said holding Mat's shirt while he was on his way to Linda. Mat looked down and sighed: Yeah, you're right, she was more likely looking at Jake, behind me.

    Jake was one of those guys obsessed by sports and looking, one of those who pushed his not-build-for-that body till he got some amount of muscle mass to cover the thin bones so the girls' attention was on it. Younger, he "shaved" every day hoping the beard would grow faster.
    And Linda wasn't near to be the hottest girl indahouse, but she'd got some more than average grown boobs, and thats all. Blond and blue eyes, venerated sporty guys and despised average ones. Loved to laugh when they tried to fit in at the schools parties, when the fit guys where all shirtless and showing off. She managed to "know" some of them and talked openly with her girlfriends about their sizes, and how huge this guy's 7" cock was.

    Brad, on the other hand, had eyes for Giselle, for him, THE one. She was most of guy's dream, red hair and green eyes, round boobs and ass. But she only had eyes for college guys - no freshman, tho. This one laughed on all the guys, sporty or not, all the school boys were only school boys.
    Long story short, a distant and impossible dream (or wet dream) for Brad.

    Well, Mat finally convinced the other two to go to that night's party.
    Brad wasn't very excited about it, but decided to go to be a good friend.
    That evening, when he was getting ready to go shower, he felt a sudden and terrible pain in his balls, like someone had kicked him there, and he was seeing stars. He dropped the towel and laid down on the floor naked, holding his jewels like they could run away from his body.- FUCK - he grunted - what the fuck is this?! The pain was going up his body through his belly and chest, and spread to his arms. Tears came out from his eyes, and he was about to scream when the pain was gone. What the hell was that? - he asked himself was he was getting up holding on the bathroom's sink. He turned around and stared at the mirror, at himself, searching for something wrong. Nothing. It was all there, the average body with nothing special at all, little beer belly, nothing special balls, harmless looking uncut dick (maybe too harmless, he thought) and all the rest. He sighed, grabbed the towel from the floor and entered the shower. The warm water took his mind off the pain and brought visions of Giselle, her warm skin red after the gym, sweaty, the shirt wet improving the sight of those perfect tits and pointy nipples. She getting a shower after working out, let the water flow from that fire hair down to that fire body, and down to that warm, warm and already wet pussy. She is there in the shower with him, her nipples touching his, getting them hard as hell. That fantasy got his cock pumping and hard, his 6 inches in all it's glory. He came without touching it, thinking he'd have to use a lot of soap to clean that... but he saw no load. Maybe some drops, but he could'nt recognize any from the water drops. With that sight, he got quickly soft again, depressed, and his friendship was the absolutely only reason that made him go to that stupid party.

    The party was at the house of one student whose parents were traveling.
    Loud techno sound and drinks were most of it, and, as usual, the sporty fit guys showing themselves to the babes, and vice versa.
    - Can't believe you brought us here - Brad said to an almost drunk Mat. Tim was playing with the dog, and said: c'mon, it's not that bad. There's some fun in all of it.

    Said too soon.

    - Hey, Dr. Dolittle! Is that yer girlfriend??
    Jake said that loud, in front of the other shirtless boys and uncontrollably laughing girls (Linda laughing the loudest) . - Why don't you sniff it's ass??

    Tim couldn't think of an answer and was red, Mat felt sick and went running to the toilet. Brad then stood up and shouted back: c'mon man, what the fuck did he do to you? Can't you just leave us alone?

    A guy bigger than Jake, named Jeff, stepped forward and pushed him - Says the Braddy-who! Cause you're freaks!
    More laughs giggles from the girls watching. Some of the other students went away face that scene, but many stayed curious or sadistic.

    Brad almost fell, and tried to retaliate, but before he could rise his arms, the pain came again and he fell down holding his balls. General laugh.
    Ha!! He doesn't even need to get his little nuts kicked to get down!
    Linda wasn't even paying attention anymore. She got next to one of the guys doing the dirtiest jokes about Brad and his friends and after rubbing his muscles and saying how manly he was, they started kissing and before they could see Tim helping Brad to get up and leave followed by a stumbling Mat, they were heading to a room, her skirt already down half way to her knees. Giselle of course was at a college party somewhere else.

    That night, Brad had a hard time trying to sleep with all that pain.
    When he finally did, he had a very weird dream. He was a gorilla in the middle of an African forest, and his mind was all instinct and wild thoughts. He was the alpha gorilla of his band, bigger, heavier and more powerful than the others. He had that majestic gray stripe on his back. He saw some younger smaller ones trying to get to the females, and his eyes turned red, he jumped roaring at them immediately killing two, the other three looked scared and one started to piss all over himself. Brad throwed two of them far away with one move of his huge arm and the other ran scared as hell, leaving a line of piss. To show the others who was the boss, he roared even louder and got the first female next to him, copulating violently, as the smaller female squealed in animal pleasure. He did the same to other two, and didnt feel satisfied at all. He then ran across the forest, found another band with an alpha almost as big as him, beated him to the ground violently, but didnt kill him. He left him to watch him fucking all the females of the band, which came to him freely, suddenly rutting.
    Brad-gorilla was cumming insanely when the real Brad suddenly woke up.
    He was thinking about that freakish dream when he looked down and didn't saw the usual morning wood. Strange. But something had happened. His sheet was drown in something wet. He took it to his nose, and felt the rare smell of his own load, but much, much stronger. He couldnt believe he had shot all of that, it was like a whole bottle of cum was emptied there.
    Then he remembered and noticed his balls werent hurting anymore. He touched his soft cock - nothing new there - and then his balls. Yep, not acking but very swollen. Very. Like two big lemons. - Damn.
    Also, there was a strong itch on his chest, belly and face.
    He got out the bed, and with this movement he felt his balls were not only larger, they were hanging lower, and the feeling of those massive nuts hitting his thighs was awesome, he thought - Pitty it will shrink again.
    He went to the bathroom to clean his face, and he noticed he'd have to shave - again. Weird, he had done that to the party, and normally he wouldn't need to do it again until the other week. But there was another thing different, his eyes... something was different... Not only the brown was lighter, almost amber, but his expression was harder, more... wild.
    Anyway, he thought, it was not a good idea to go to school today until his balls didn't get back to normal, and even because after last night he wasn't to excited to meet those people again.
    But things were going to be different from now on. His balls weren't going to shrink so soon... or ever again. And that new dose of hormones was beginning to act.
     
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    I liked this. I enjoyed the scene with him dominating the male gorillas and taking the females in front of them. I hope to see this kind of thing with more detail with human participants.

    I would love to see other males all horny and ready to fuck their females but the main character's huge erection causes them to go completely pathetically soft. Also like the idea of his massive soft cock causing other men to get suddenly embarrassingly erect in a sort of salute for his superior masculinity.

    Can't wait for more.

    Oh, you might try quotation marks when people speak, "It's much easier to read!"
     
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    I like it so far. I usually am not one to criticize grammar, but you really should start using quotation marks.
     
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    continue, i like!
     
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    so far so good, I'd like to see where this goes !
     
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    Hey, thanks for the comments!
    And gee, I read it all over again and saw all the mistakes, sorry about it!
    English is not my first language and I'm not used to write long texts with it. I'll try to get it better!
    And thanks for the tips about the " ", it's much better, indeed.
    Well, the chapter 2 is below. Enjoy! =D
     
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    Chapter Two - The desires

    That day Brad told his mother he had a headache so he would stay home, and to please not to disturb him. He was really afraid she'd see those grown up balls, get scared and, who knows, take him to the doctor, and the embarrassment would only increase. He never knew his father, so he'd always have "those" conversations with his mom. And he hoped he would never need to have any of that again.

    He was satisfied he had an excuse to stay home and chill, for a while.
    He changed the bed sheet so he could stay on bed all day - and would take care of it personally later in the washing machine, didn't want his mother to see such a massive load of his cum, what would she think? "That her son is a fucking stallion" came a voice out of nowhere inside his mind. He laughed about that thought, and got comfortably in the bed. Confident that his mom wouldn't get in without asking (she never did) he lay down naked, his lemon sized balls touching the bed before the rest, and laying there accommodating his dick like a pasha over his pillows.
    "You know, they are not only not aching anymore, they are actually felling better than ever" he thought, touching them, admired with the new size.

    Like he'd always do in those occasions, he turned on the TV and started switching the channels to see if there was anything good. CNN, cartoon, cartoon, Sales channel - at this moment his dick jumped and he felt his heart faster. "What the fuck, I've never noticed how hot this sales chick is" he said to himself. In other day in the past, he'd never say that girl was hot, or even nice, but today he saw her like a porn actress, holding that 1000 utilities tool like she wanted it deep in her pussy. Brad felt his body shake, and his nipples turned rock hard. Not only that, they got bigger than ever before, but he didn't quite noticed that then. Every one of her moves was sexy, and her voice sounded like she was begging to be fucked. "And that's not everything! If you call right now, Brad, my man, I'll give you whatever you want, you can fuck my brains out! Please call now, Brad! Please! Awn!" Brad's skin turned warm like fever, he looked down and saw his pasha was now a furious warrior ready to attack. But, tho that was the size he was used to, he felt it was not ready yet, actually. The blood was still getting in, pumping that pulsating member. He watched his cock grow with each breath, at least two inches longer than he was supposed to be, and fatter. Brad's eyes widened in amazement, and satisfaction. "looking good, mate. Felling even better." He looked back at the TV and the sales girl was also staring at his cock with desire, while fingering herself. "Oh Brad, fuck me with that big cock! Please, you are so manly! Ooooh Brad!" He started to jerk that sized up cock of him, felling in his hands what he'd got. Felt damn good to hold a fatter, warmer, harder tool, for a change. Felling hair bumps all over his body, he pictured himself placing that salesgirl on that desk, ripping all of her clothes, exposing her to all the live audience, and pitilessly filling her tight wet pussy with his new "massive" meat, while she screamed his name, over and over again.
    His hand moving up and down, sometimes with both hands holding his cock. He felt his whole body moving, adjusting itself to that coming load! He'd shoot it all over the audience after overflowing her pussy with it. His balls got tightened and he trembled when cum ropes started to flush out of his cock head. The first hit his mouth with a splash, and taste of his own manhood made him cum harder. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten and eleven shots, this last one covering the hands holding his shaft. He thrown his body back, panting, his face full of his thick juice, same with his chest. He slipped his hand over his chest to clean it, felling, besides it was a hell of a lot of sperm, as he'd never had before, the chest was a bit scratchy. Weird. He cleaned himself with a towel, and realized how tired he felt. He looked back at the TV and there was the very-normal salesgirl doing her every day boring show. There was also a well sized stain of sperm, dripping down the TV screen. "Good God!" he thought. The TV was about 6.6ft away from the bed! He finished to clean his bod and was getting ready to go clean the TV when his mother called from outside the door, saying that she'd come in to bring his lunch. He got in panic, there was no time!! All he could do was to get inside the sheets and pretend nothing happened - and hope she'd never see his man juice dripping from the TV.

    She came in with his meal on a tray. "Felling better, honey?" and then she saw he was a bit red. "God Lord, are you Ok? I think you got a fever!" I'm Ok mom, its only the headache. Please, leave me alone resting..." he said trying to be convincing.
    "If you say so. But you are warmer. Are you sure you're Ok?" she said laying down the tray on his bed table and putting her hand on his forehead. "Yeah, mom, I'm allright. Would you please..?"
    "Yes, sure, darling. Hum..." she said looking at him. "I thought you were done changing, but in the end I think you're gonna take after your father. Curious."and left the room lost in thoughts, without looking at the Tv side, thanks God.
    Brad was thinking about what she said about his father when the phone rang.
    "Hi" he answered.
    "huh, Hi sir, I'd like to talk to Brad, please."
    "Mat? It IS Brad here! How come you didn't know it was me?"
    "Brad, oh, Hi! I don't know, your voice is different, thought it could be some of your mother's friends. Did you get a sore throat?"
    "No man, I'm Ok. What's up?"
    "Oh not much, I just called to ask if you were Ok after yesterday. I know its not headache what you've got. So, how's it going?"
    "Oh... yesterday... I'd almost forgot that. No, I'm Ok, thanks for calling. So, how was the class today?"
    "Well, I don't know, I... I sorta got a headache too. You know."
    "I see... so, see ya tomorrow, I think?"
    Yeah, see you man"

    Brad had actually almost forgot about the night before. He'd better be prepared to the next days class. Thinking about it, he just ate his lunch and took a nap, from which he'd get up only by next morning.

    He woke up late, and hungry as hell. If he would eat enough to calm down, he wouldn't have time to shower. Oh well. Fuck it. He got up from bed in one move, and felt all his muscles aching like he'd just worked out hard. Specially his arms. The second thing he felt was his still huge balls swinging heavily under his... semi-hard cock? He felt soft, but it looked almost as big as it was yesterday during that show at Sales Channel. Weird, but he had no time to worry about that. He put his boxers trying to accommodate those bull balls and cock, but as it felt unpleasantly tight down there, he gave up the underwear and put his jeans. The bulge was there, but he supposed it was normal when you don't use underwear to hold it. He went to the toilet to wash his face, and saw he definitely needed a shave. The once hairless areas on his face were now covered with that short fur. "It's Ok, I'll do it after school." He said to himself. He was planning to go downs stairs and eat his breakfast bare chested and dress the shirt after wards in order not to get it dirty. But as he looked down to his own chest, the same new fur he could see on his face also covered his upper body going down the belly to his pubes. It was really short, but he had never seen it. Besides, the nipples were as hard as yesterday. It seemed that would be their permanent state now. "Ok, ok.... I deal with it later. Now I have to run!" he said to himself dressing the t-shirt. It felt tight. "Damn, mom" he said, thinking his t-shirt had shrank from washing. It had not.
    He went downstairs running, and the table was ready, his mother was finishing her breakfast and getting up. "Are you felling better, son? I'm sorry I couldn't wait for you, I'm in a hurry."
    "That's Ok, ma, I am too" he said filling his plate with eggs and bacon, a lot of it.
    "Ok then, I gotta go. Hey, you're handsome today!" She said smiling, while leaving the kitchen.
    "Uhuh" he answered with his mouth fool, already refilling the plate and the glass with milk. He ate like he was starving to death. He finished his milk and filled the glass twice more. There was no more eggs or bacon on the table when he got up and walked toward the refrigerator, grabbed a box of milk and drank from it untill it was empty.
    Five minutes later he was running to the high-school holding his backpack and eating a banana. God, he was hungry!
     
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    He went up the school stairs and met Mat at the doors.
    "Hey bro. So this is it, huh?" Mat said. "Back to cruel life. Hey,where did you get that beard from? I never saw you leaving it grow... "
    "Yeah, I usually shave. Was in a hurry today. Where's Tim?" Brad asked, looking around.
    "Oh, I think he still needs a time. Maybe tomorrow."
    "I see. Let's go in?"
    As they entered the corridor, they tried to prepare themselves to the mean comments and jokes they'd get. Around them, the students present in that party and the ones who heard the news the next day were also preparing themselves to the massacre.

    Two unusual things happened. One was that the students were indeed prepared to call them names and stuff, it was coming out and Brad could see that. But somehow, when they looked at them, they kinda gave up, like regretting it or leaving it for another time, as if he was accompanied by the High school principal or something like that. But the only one with him was Mat.
    They felt relieved, but Brad thought it was a really strange phenomena.

    The second thing for Brad was: "Why the hell did all the girls decided to come to school so fucking hot today??" He asked Mat. "Damn, look at them! They're driving me crazy."
    Mat said "Well, I know some of them are really pretty, but c'mon man, they're quite normal today... Even... huh... Linda isn't in her best day."
    That took Brad's attention to Linda. He never thought she was that pretty, but today she was smoking hot. And she was looking at him, with a weird expression, like she was having a heavy discussion with herself in her mind. Brad thought he could see also desire on her eyes. But she left, not without looking back.
    "Damn, did you see the way she was looking at me? She get's me so confused, sometimes!" Mat said.
    Brad answered vaguely "Yes, yes... she does." He was holding his bag over his crotch, because it was starting to want to get alive. And that without boxers wasn't good, at all.

    They got into the chemistry class, got a seat and the teacher started talking right away. It was difficult for Brad to pay attention. All the girls seemed to be brighter, warmer, all of them were smelling fucking good today, he could imagine each one of them naked on their desks, their pussies dripping. Besides, he could feel the looks, some curious looks he was sure he saw from some girls, and he was pretty sure he saw some lust in some of them. Also the guys were weird today. Jake nor Jeff said anything, normally they'd mock him to death, but today they were sitting quietly at their corners, staring at him sometimes, confused.

    Brad saw all of that in blurry flashes, cause the girls were flashing at his face, and most of all, the teacher, Mrs. Button, he thought he could smell sex on her, she was naked for him, horny. He was sweating, trying to hold himself, all of his cells were screaming for sex, urgent, now, hard, dirty, he could feel it.
    He was seating next the left wall of the room. If it wasn't for that, others would have seen that his now over sized dick head was pushing the fabric of his jean's left pocket from the inside, and coming out of it. There was a dark stain of precum on it, and it had been dripping on the floor long enough to make a little pool. But the worse was to happen. Giselle got late to school, and there she was telling the teacher that she was sorry and taking her seat.
    Brad's both heads almost exploded, he felt his body burn, his balls were on fire. He needed to fuck that female (female, that is the word that came to his head. "strange" he thought later).He needed to fuck all of them!

    He suddenly got up, his bag covering his sex, and run to the class door, hitting every desk he passed by, shouting "Sorry!" to the teacher, who looked at it confused.
    He ran as his life depended on that to the men's toilet, his balls bouncing and hitting his thighs hard, his cock head almost ripping the jean's wet fabric. There was a younger boy inside, washing his hands. "OUT!" Brad roared with a sudden deep voice. The boy got so scared he never used the school's toilet again, and left running his ass off. Brad got inside a random cabin, locked it, sat on the toilet and had a hard time trying to open his zipper, cause his tool was almost ripping the jeans. When it opened, a massive man's meat popped out and hit his stomach, inches over his belly button. It was much bigger than yesterday, he noticed, and way thicker. There were huge veins pulsating around it, and the huge plumb colored head forced the uncut skin to the midlle of it. Brad also released his swollen, swollen balls, and grabbed with both hands his now alpha male organ, already covered with abundant precum, and the feeling of his own touch made his whole body shake. As he pressed his fingers against and down his shaft, a wild roar came from his guts, and thick hot ropes of sperm gushed out of his cock, and the first ones hit the not-so-high ceiling, and started dripping from there, others hit all the walls of the cabin, covering some of the dirty names and quotes written there, and ran to the floor, drawing white verical lines all over. He also hit his own face several times, and tasted his load, so good, so strong, so thick. He was trembling, sweating and warm. During that massive orgasm, Brad was blinded by the smells of the women, of their wet pussies. He knew they were horny, and he knew they'd be his, they'd have to be his. He shot his load 26 times when he came. And his meat was still hard as hell and pulsating. He could feel the smell of his manhood all around him. That was good, but not enough. Sitting there, he shot his load the 3 other times he came. He was going home, for now, but he was not done today. Not yet.
    He didn't think how weird all of that was anymore, he was just feelings now. And he needed to follow his instincts.

    Later, when the cleaning lady came to the men's room to clean it, and got inside that same cabin, as she felt that smell, her legs trembled and she came twice. She didnt clean that cabin proper, she let it there to dry. She needed it now. And during the years after that the boys started avoiding that cabin, without knowing why. It was scary. The ones that used, ended up adding their own loads to it, it felt like it was pure sex.
     
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