Straight A's E23 | I go from one Alpha to another

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Ping! 

Nope, not Troy.

Ping! 

Why the hell does a rideshare app need to have so many notifications? I angrily swiped the banner away. Then, I opened my chat thread with Troy again. 

It's been about 3 days of radio silence. 2 days and 7 hours to be precise. I've texted him. I've sent him a Snapchat. I've even sent him an email. 

It was tearing me apart. It made me realize how many people are suffering silently and no one would ever know the difference. I coast from class to class with it plaguing my mind, making my days miserable. 

What did I get myself into? 

I was living my fantasy with the best looking jock on campus, and he let me have it as rough as I always dreamed of.

Then I fucked it up by being greedy, and now I can't go back. 

I wanted to text Troy back, but the amount of messages coming from me were now taking up the whole screen and I resigned myself to closing out of the thread. 

I know he has an assignment due this week. He gave me the details before all this happened. The least I could do is finish this. Then, maybe I can move on from this story. Or, maybe he'll forgive me. 

I hope he forgives me. 

It was bittersweet to finish his assignment, knowing that it could very well be the last one. I made sure it was perfect before sending it to him—good enough to be a strong assignment, but not so much as to raise suspicion.

Of course, Ben has been on my ass about getting his stuff done. I'm not going to lie to myself and say he doesn't turn me on too with his brute force and raw alpha energy. 

But he's not Troy. He never will be.

With a new resolve to close this chapter in my life, I send a text to Ben telling him that I'm done doing other people's homework. 

“Bruh, don’t fuck it all up just cause pretty boy is salty.” 

I ignore the text. I already said my piece so I can leave it just at that.

“You know you beta boys are a dime-a-dozen, right? I’d find someone to replace you and you're going to regret it.” 

Ignore it, Joseph. Just ignore it. 

Bennator just sent you a video. 

The video starts with a shot of him on the treadmill, looking drenched in sweat. Then, it pans down to the front of his shorts and he jiggles his crotch with his hand. 

Ignore it, Joseph. Just ignore it. 

But my resolve was already weakening, and he kept sending video after video. 

“Make it to the end of the term and you will actually have earned the right to get fucked by this.” His package looks thick in his grip. 

“Prove your worth, beta boy.” 

And then a final one with the caption: “I have 20 minutes left on this treadmill. I want it done by then.” Ben pulls the waistband of his shorts forward and places it under his cock and balls. His trunk flops as he runs on the treadmill, reminding me how thick he really is. His balls, squeezed in this position, showcased how low hanging and big they are. That's why he shoots double loads. 

“19 minutes left.” 

I clicked open his assignment and quickly assessed if it was even possible to do in 20 minutes. It was. 

But Troy. 

There's no more Troy, my cock says to me. Take this opportunity. Be the beta that you know you are. He sees you for what you are and you crave. 

“18 minutes.” 

I flip my phone around and start working on the assignment. The next 15 minutes flew by as I focused on completing it as quickly as possible. I didn't flip my phone around until I sent the file to him. 

“Done.” I type with adrenaline pumping through my body. 

“Thought so. I'm heading home now. Be there in 10 minutes and get ready to gag, bitch.” 

Excitement blasts through me at the prospect of me choking on that girthy stick. But… Troy will be there, or he might see me leaving there again. 

“Come over to mine.” I typed my address and then added, “Please.” 

I didn't get a response after that and so I waited impatiently with a hard-on. I waited like a dog until a car horn blared outside my place. I looked out the window and saw Ben’s car on the street. 

Fuck. My neighbours are gonna kill me. Putting on whatever jacket was the closest, I stumbled into my shoes and tripped on my way out to the car. 

“Took you long enough.” Ben blows a cloud of smoke into my face. “Get in.” 

“You don't want to come inside?” I shivered. The jacket I picked wasn't the best. 

“I ain't going to some beta's house like a bitch. That shit is contagious,” Ben says, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Get in.” 

I got into the passenger side, and Ben started driving off before I could secure my seatbelt. It was difficult to find the seat belt buckle in the dark while he swerved sharply through my neighbourhood. 

“What the fuck you putting that on for?” Ben says, looking to the side to see me struggling. 

The next turn’s momentum pushes me against the car door. 

“Let's get going here.” Ben grabs his crotch and takes another huff from his cigarette. He throws it out and then rolls up his window.

His body odour fills up the enclosed space. He didn't shower after his workout. The inebriating smell gets me going and I climb over the center console in the moving vehicle. Ben pushes my head down aggressively and I'm forced to breathe in his meat’s sweaty stench.

Oh fuck, this is good. 

He smushes my face into his shorts and I feel his sausage between my nose and my lips. 

“Suck it, bitch.” 

I hike up his shorts, feeling his bulky and hairy thigh. His shorts are loose fitting, which is perfect because I can pull his cock and balls through the left leg hole. 

Ah fuck… Ben smushes my face into his groin again, and his salty member rubs past my lips and then all over my nose. 

“Suck it, bitch!” 

I open my mouth wide, sticking out my tongue blindly until his dick finds the right angle to enter. His half-flaccid dick is so sweaty it tasted bitter. I bob on his dick quickly, feeling the blood rush into the thickening appendage. 

Music starts blaring above me and the car accelerates. He seems to like consistent fast sucking so that's what I give him. His cock thickens until it stretches my mouth in a way that Troy’s never did. 

“That's right, bitch. Know your place.” 

“MMm,” I mumble with my mouth full. 

Another sharp swerve and the car comes to a sudden stop. 

“I'm going to nut in your mouth,” Ben says. My head, still connected to his dick, is lifted and the back of my head meets the hard material of the steering wheel. 

“UHHmmm!” The impact of his strong hips rattle my head and the wheel. “UhMMM! UHMm!! UHnmMM!” His cock head rams into my throat. There's nothing I can do. 

“UHMm! UHmmm! UHmMM!! GUHhh!” His seed filling up my mouth catches me by surprise and I choke on it. I can’t swallow properly with my jaw stretched and his cock holding my throat open. The cum goes up my nose and I struggle to breathe, literally drowning in his cum. 

“MMMm!” I moan as he grabs my crotch tightly. 

“You're just as small as I thought. True beta.” He rubs me roughly, inspecting my size through my pants. 

“MmMm! Mmm! Mmm!” His cum is suffocating me and my brain sends haywire signs as I run out of oxygen in my system. 

Oh my god!

Oh my god!!

I release in my pants at the overstimulation and the generosity of him grabbing my cock. 

Oh my god! 

“Here's another one, beta!” Ben moans.

“GuhHHHHHH!!” The additional liquid makes me gag again and his cum sputters out of my mouth. He relentlessly fucks my mouth, frothing up my spit and his cum in a messy foam. 

“Ah!” I breathe in with relief when his dick gets pulled out from my throat. 

“Gross.” Ben wipes his slobbered-on cock with the front of my shirt. “Out.” 

“Huh?” I wipe my mouth with my shirt too. My pants are soaked. 

“OUT!” Ben shouts and I scramble to get out of his car. Two seconds later, the car zooms away. 

Where the fuck am I?