Alpha's Dirty Secret - Part 6 and Part 7

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays fully consensual interactions. It also includes language and themes that may not be comfortable for all readers, so please proceed with discretion.

Drew’s voice hit me like a slap. Low, calm, like he already knew I was going to do whatever he asked. “Your throat’s ready, boy?” he said, stepping into the locker room fully. His shoes echoed on the floor. “We’re gonna have some fun.”

My mouth was still wet with Cole's sweat. I was on my knees, back arched, flushed and wanting more. But my cock was rock hard. My body buzzed like it wanted to be used.

Cole stood over me, still towering in his underwear. He didn’t look at Drew. He looked at me. Smirking. Like this had been the plan all along.

I didn’t move.

I couldn’t.

Drew peeled off his tee and tossed it on a nearby bench. His arms flexed with the motion, veins rising across his thick forearms. His torso gleamed with sweat, golden and solid, every inch of him carved and heavy. Broad pecs, a dense chest, abs tight beneath a sheen of heat. He looked like the kind of man who could crush someone with one hand and not even blink.

Cole finally turned toward him, casual as ever. “Told you he’s been obsessed for days,” he said. “Would probably crawl over broken glass just to lick my balls.”

Drew cocked an eyebrow. “Yeah boy?”

Then his eyes dropped to me. “That true?” he asked. “You desperate for my buddy’s cock?”

My throat tightened. I hesitated, eyes flicking between them. “Uhm …”

Before I could stammer anything else, Drew stepped forward and grabbed my face gently. His hand was big, warm, calloused from lifting.

“You ain’t getting a cock tonight if you don’t admit it,” he said, voice low and sharp.

His thumb pressed into my cheek. “Say it. Say you’re desperate.”

I swallowed hard, my breath shaky against his fingers.

“I’m—” My voice cracked. I tried again. “I’m desperate.”

Drew’s grip tightened. “For what?”

I could barely look him in the eye. “For Cole's cock.”

He smiled. Not kindly. Like he’d won something.

Cole laughed behind me. “He’s got manners now.”

Drew let go of my face and stepped back. “Then prove it.”

I blinked. “Sir?”

Cole leaned against the locker, arms crossed like he was waiting for a show.

“You want my cock in your mouth tonight?” Cole said. “Then earn it. Worship Drew. Show me how badly you want to suck my cock.”

Cole stepped behind me, close enough that I could feel the warmth of his abs on my neck. The heat from his body made my skin prickle, but he didn’t touch me. Just stood there, watching.

“Then show him.”

A tap of his knee nudged my shoulder. Firm. Unmistakable.

I didn’t hesitate. My body responded before my brain did. I turned toward Drew, still kneeling, and crawled forward. Like I was being handed from one man to another.

Drew didn’t say a word. He just stood there, towel around his neck, eyes locked on me. Watching. Waiting.

When I reached him, I placed my hands on his thighs. They were thick and warm. Damp with fresh sweat. My fingers sank into the meat of them as I leaned in, drawn by the heat radiating off his body.

Cole's voice followed, steady and cold. “Impress me.”

I glanced back once; he was now back to leaning against the locker, calm as ever, cock still hidden but hard beneath the underwear. Not giving me anything until I proved I deserved it.

“Prove it,” he said. “And my cock hits your throat tonight.”

Drew let me press my face into the waistband of his joggers. I didn’t even think; my forehead lowered, nose brushing the sweat-damp cotton stretched tight over Drew’s bulge. The scent hit me immediately. Raw. Thick. Not just gym sweat, but something deeper. Pheromonal. Like his cock had been stewing in that heat all day just for me.

My lips hovered there, barely touching fabric, just breathing him in. I didn’t know if I was allowed to go further, but Drew’s hand dropped onto the back of my head, fingers spreading through my hair like he was claiming me.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Breathe it in, boy.”

I pressed harder. Mouth open now. Inhaling the heat from his crotch like it was oxygen. My cock throbbed beneath me, untouched, dripping into my briefs.

Behind me, Cole let out a low laugh. “That’s more like it.”

I looked up at Drew once, eyes wide.

He smirked and slid his joggers down in one quick motion. No underwear. His cock dropped out; half-hard, heavy and long... 7 inches, veined, darker than I expected. His balls swung low, damp with sweat.

My mouth watered.

“Start slow,” Cole said behind me. “This ain’t a race. Make him feel it.”

I leaned in and dragged my tongue from the base of Drew’s cock up to the tip. His skin was salty, musky, raw. I opened my mouth and took the head in, swirling my tongue around it, then sliding down bit by bit.

“Fuck yes, boy,” Drew muttered.

I kept going, working the shaft with my mouth, my hand gently cupping his balls. They were sticky with sweat, hot and full. I rolled them in my palm, letting the scent coat my fingers.

Cole ran his fingers through his bulge trying to rub his bulge.

“Look at you Mike,” he said. “Taking another man’s cock like it’s nothing. You really want mine that bad?”

I moaned around Drew’s dick. "Yes, I do".
The vibration made him twitch.

“Don’t forget the balls,” Cole added. “He’s had a sweaty set today.”

I pulled off, gasping for air, and leaned in. Licked across Drew’s sack. The taste hit me deeper than anything I’d known. Pure gym sweat. Rich and absolutely feral. I buried my face between his legs and breathed like it was oxygen.

Drew let out a soft laughter. “Shit. This boy is hungry.”

I opened my mouth again, sucked one of his balls in, slowly, gently. My tongue lapped at the skin while my nose pressed into his musk.

Cole started rubbing his bulge harder now. “You like that?” he said to Drew. “He’s been edging himself for days thinking about this.”

“Yeah, he’s good,” Drew said, voice low. “Desperate little thing.”

I looked up at him. My mouth hung open, panting, lips slick. “Please,” I whispered.

Cole raised an eyebrow. “Please what?”

“I want to taste you,” I said. “Please. I’ll do anything.”

Drew chuckled. “You hear that? He wants your dick now.”

Cole stepped closer . “Well, you know the deal,” he said. “You suck him dry. Earn it and swallow his load. Then maybe I let you swallow tonight.”

I nodded. I turned back to Drew and opened my mouth wider. Took him in deeper. His cock was rock hard now. It filled my mouth, thick at the base, veiny along the sides. I gagged once, then adjusted. Pressed forward.

His hand landed on the back of my head.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Drew growled. “Throat it, boy.”

He started to guide me, shallow thrusts into my mouth. My lips stretched wide around him. My hands clutched his thighs, pulling him closer.

Cole watched. “That’s what you want, right? A real man’s cock down your throat. That’s what turns you on.”

"Yes Sir, I do", I replied.

Drew tensed. “fuckk...”

His thighs locked, and I felt it; his cock pulsing once, twice. Then thick heat flooded the back of my throat. I moaned as he came, swallowing on instinct, my eyes rolling back. His hand stayed tight in my hair.

When it was done, I pulled off. My lips were wet. My jaw ached. My face was flushed.

Cole crouched down. “Look at me.”

I looked up.

“Do you think you've earned it yet?” he asked.

I nodded quickly. “Yes. Please. I need it.”

He reached down and held my chin. “Not yet.”

My heart sank.

“What?” I whispered.

He leaned in, close enough that his breath hit my face. “You want to taste me?” he said, voice low. “You really want it?”

“Yes,” I begged.

He grinned. “Then prove you can wait.”

I whimpered.

Cole stood. Looked at Drew. “What do you think? Should I let him suck me tonight?”

Drew wiped sweat off his chest with his towel. “Hmmm.” He looked down at me, then back at Cole. “He’s got a good mouth. Desperate tongue.”

Cole smirked, arms still crossed. “Not gonna lie… this boy can swallow. I might just let him tonight.”

My heart thudded in my chest. My lips were still wet with Drew’s scent, and I didn’t dare move. Cole pushed off the locker; got dressed and stepped forward. “Get up. Let’s go.”

Drew chuckled, tossing his towel on the bench. “Don’t shower,” he said, nudging Cole with his elbow. “Let him take in the full musk. He’s earned it.”

Cole gave a crooked grin. “Lucky little fuck.”

I followed him, dripping, hungry, and completely obedient. I didn’t even deny how badly I wanted him.

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Part 7

The ride back was quiet. Tense. My throat was sore and slick, my jaw still aching from how deep Drew's cock was inside me and every time I glanced over, Cole was watching me. Not smiling. Just looking. Like he was weighing something.

Measuring how far I’d fallen.

By the time we got back to the apartment, my heart was pounding harder than it had all day. My whole body felt electric. Nervous. Craving. My mouth tasted like sweat and salt and I didn’t care.

I followed him to the living room.

He didn’t say a word. Just tossed his phone onto the couch, peeled off his sweat- soaked tee, and stood there. Shirtless. Arms glistening. His chest rising with each breath. His gym shorts still hung low on his hips, the waistband pushed down just enough that I could see the start of the trail.

I dropped to my knees without being told.

Cole raised an eyebrow.

“You want it that bad?” he said. “Just takes a little sweat and you’re ready to worship cock, huh?”

I didn’t answer.


He stepped closer. I leaned in automatically, burying my face into the damp waistband of his shorts. The smell hit instantly...strong, deep, sour in the best way. A full day of sweat. His scent. Masculine and unfiltered.

Then his hand curled up against the back of my head, rough and final. “You’re lucky Drew let you taste him first. You needed that practice.”

I looked up. My lips parted. I couldn’t help it.

Cole stared down at me. “You know she texted you today, right?” he said. “Your little girlfriend.”

My stomach twisted. I’d forgotten.

He smirked. “Probably wondering why you haven’t replied. Cute little check-in. Meanwhile, her ‘boyfriend’ was on all fours getting his throat fucked by another man.”

My face flushed hot. But my cock twitched.

“Fuck,” he muttered. “You really are desperate, huh.”

Then he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and dragged them down slowly. His cock swung free - completely soft, but even flaccid it was thick, long, intimidating. The kind of dick that made you rethink your life. Uncut, flushed at the tip, heavy like it had weight behind it. My eyes dropped instantly. I couldn’t help it.

I leaned forward like I was in a trance, lips already parting, desperate for even a taste.

He moved his cock a little further away from my face,...“So fucking desperate,” he said, voice low. “Did I say you could taste my cock, boy?”

I froze. “No,” I whispered. “Cole— ”

“Sorry, sir.”

Cole smirked. “There we go, boy.”

He moved across the room to the couch, sitting down slow like he had all the time in the world. He leaned back, spread his legs wide, and just… watched me. His cock hung heavy between his thighs, and his chest was still slick with sweat from earlier. He was so goddamn calm. So in control. I felt like I was melting on the spot.

He lifted one finger and curled it. “Come here”.

I was on all fours instantly. My hands hit the floor. My palms were sweaty. I started moved towards him, but before I could reach halfway...

“Uh uh uh,” he said. . “Wait.”

I froze in place, panting, one hand raised mid-step.

“Slowly,” he added. “I know want it, but show me how much you want it. Make me believe it.”

I dropped my head. Took a breath. Then started again, slower this time. Every inch of my movement showed how badly I wanted to suck his cock. My body moved like it couldn't waste to taste him.

My eyes locked on the thick weight of his cock, resting against one thigh. I could smell him from here...sweat, skin, musk. My mouth watered.

Cole watched like he was being entertained. His hand lazily brushed over his thigh. He didn’t stroke himself. Didn’t need to. He knew I’d do all the work.

And I would.

Because in that moment, I didn’t want anything else.

I wanted to impress him.

I moved the rest of the way, slow and deliberate, each movement a silent plea. My breath hitched every time I got closer. When my knees hit the edge of the couch, I paused. I could see the sheen of sweat still clinging to his inner thighs, the faint glisten on his abs where his tank had once rested.

Cole didn’t say a word. He just looked down at me, one eyebrow raised like he was daring me to move.

I kept my eyes on his cock, still hanging soft and full. Thick as fuck. The kind of cock that demanded worship. That made you want to earn the right to touch it. I leaned in, lips barely parted, not even touching yet...just breathing him in.

He smelled raw. Skin, sweat, the faded edge of body wash underneath layers of pure man. It was dizzying. .

Then his hand was in my hair again; a little firmer this time. Guiding me.

“Not there,” he said. “Start where the real scent lives.”

He moved my face to his pit.

I groaned softly as the thick, salty musk of his armpit hit my nose. My lips hovered over it, not daring to touch until he said...

“Go on. Lick.”

I didn’t hesitate. I dragged my tongue up the slick heat of his underarm, slow and reverent. The taste was sharp, earthy. Sweat layered in fresh waves from earlier. I licked again, then again. He held my head there with one hand, fingers tangled in my hair, making sure I didn’t back away too fast.

“Yeah,” Cole muttered. “That’s it. Savor it, boy. That’s what an alpha smells like.”

I moaned into his skin, tongue flattening against the muscle there. I could feel him flex, like he knew exactly what it was doing to me.

He let me move lower after that. Down over his ribs, his abs, my tongue catching droplets of sweat along the way. I kissed the crease of his hip, buried my face in the warm space between his thigh and groin. The scent was stronger here. Wetter. More concentrated. I nuzzled in deeper, lips dragging over the base of his cock. I didn’t dare take it into my mouth. Not without his permission.

Cole looked down, watching me work like I was just another part of his workout routine. His cock twitched once, still soft but heavy and warm against my cheek. “You really need it, huh?” he said, smirking. “I could slap my cock on you and you’d thank me.”

I didn’t say anything. I just nodded, my mouth still pressed to his skin, tongue flicking under his shaft like it was my favorite place on earth.

He grunted, leaned back more, spreading his thighs.

I moved lower, under his balls now. The scent here was pungent. Raw. His sweat had pooled there during the workout, and it hit my nose like pure arousal. I licked without being told. Sucked one of his balls into my mouth, slow and careful.

He just groaned and spread his legs further. Letting me go deeper. Letting me drown in it.

“Keep going,” he said. “Impress me.”

So I did.

I took both balls in my mouth, wet and heavy, running my tongue over every inch. I pressed my face into the base of his cock like I needed to breathe through him. My hand rubbed my own cock through my sweats; it was leaking, aching, untouched and ignored, but I didn’t care. I was too far gone.

Cole still hadn’t gotten hard. That made it worse. Or better. Because it meant he wasn’t even enjoying it in the usual way. He was letting me worship. Letting me serve. That was the reward.

I kissed back up his shaft. Let my tongue follow the thick vein that curved along the side. I kissed the head, still soft and warm, uncut skin loose around the tip. My lips hovered. I could feel the heat radiating off him. My breath was shaky. My mouth watered.

Cole looked down, smirking like he already owned me.

"I want to hear you say it.”, he said

My chest tightened.

“Say you’ve got a girlfriend... but you’d rather be my boy.”

Then his cock twitched.. Just a little.

And he waited for me to admit.


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