Alpha's Dirty Secret - Part 4 (No Watersports)

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.

This version of Part 4 does not include the watersport kink. You can read the entire story without the need to skip any part.

If you still want to read the alternate ending, click here.

The door shut like a sentence.

Firm and final. Like he meant to leave me there.

I didn’t move for a long time. My knees burned against the floor. My cock throbbed, untouched now, dribbling against my thigh leaking. The underwear he ejaculated on sat in front of me. It was till warm and it reeking of his alpha scent.

And I hated how badly I wanted it.

I reached out without even thinking and dragged the pouch up my chest, to my face, and pressed it there. Breathing it in long and deep. His cum, his sweat and that raw scent of everything that came off that majestic body of his. It clung to my skin, thick as guilt, and I moaned into his underwear like I could inhale his dominance straight into my nose.

He’d left me hard, aching and desperate for more. Told me he was “just seeing what I was., what I had become and how far I'd go.”

And I knew that meant there was more coming.

This wasn’t the end.

It was just the beginning.

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The next day, Cole didn’t say a word or even look at me. He went to the gym early. Left a sweat-drenched tank top on the back of the kitchen chair like bait. I didn’t touch it atleast not right away.

But later that afternoon, I walked past it and brushed my fingers over the shoulder. It was still damp. I leaned in and sniffed.

Fucking hell. It smelled like heaven and filth. Like salt and testosterone and whatever masculine perfume he sprayed in the morning that never stood a chance against the alpha scent. I pressed my face into his shirt and moaned. My cock hardened instantly. I didn’t even think.

And that’s when he walked back in catching me mid-sniff.

“Really, bro?” Cole said from behind me.

I jumped back, like I’d been caught stealing something. My cheeks burned. My dick stiff in my shorts.

He shut the door and locked it. Tossed his gym bag on the floor.

“I leave a shirt out for just a while and you lose your fuckin’ mind over it?”

I swallowed.

Cole walked toward me, slow and steady, sweat still glistening across his massive shoulders. His shorts clung to his thighs as if they were painted on. The room smelled like him. Even stronger now: Real and fucking thick. He just stood there with his arms crossed., watching me.

“Strip..boy.”, Cole said.

I obeyed without hesitation. "Yes sir"

T-shirt...Shorts.... Boxers. Everything to the floor. I stood in front of him, hard and exposed.

“Sooo. You didn’t cum yesterday, did you?”

I shook my head.

“Good,” he said. “Keep it that way.”

He stepped forward. Close now. His scent hit like a punch.... stronger than the shirt. Hot. Unfiltered. Pure gym stink. It clung to the sweat on his skin and curled into my nose like smoke. My whole body responded.

“You want to sniff my pits, boy?” he asked.

I nodded.

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me in towards him. My face deep into his armpit. Warm, soaked and hairy. He held me there with his fingers twisted in my hair. His bicep flexed against my ear like a fucking vise.

“Breathe it in, boy.”

I did. Couldn’t stop. The scent poured into my nostrils: sour, raw and masculine. It made my mouth water.

Cole growled low in his throat. “This what you wanted, huh? My stink. You been jerking off to this?”

He pulled my face against his pit, grinding me there like he was marking me. I moaned. I felt my cock twitch, leaking again, untouched. He let go suddenly and shoved me down to my knees. Then he stepped out of his shorts. No underwear underneath. His cock swung low in front of my face. Uncut. Soft, but thick and heavy, dark with sweat. Veins thick under the skin. His balls hung full and were damp from the workout.

He stepped forward and gripped the back of my neck. Pulled me in. “Look at it. You been dreaming about this shit, haven’t you?”

I nodded slowly, lips parted, breath coming fast.

“You ain’t earned it yet,” he muttered. “But I’m curious. Let’s see how badly you want it.”

He brought my face closer. The heat of his cock flushed against my cheek. My nose filled with the scent of his balls; musky, sour and addictive. I moaned again.

“Open your mouth,” he said.

I did.

He pushed his cock in.. soft, but hardening a bit. The foreskin slid against my tongue, salty and wet with sweat. He didn’t move fast. Just held me there and let his cock grow in my mouth.

It grew bigger and thicker.... filling my mouth.

I tried to pull back just to breathe but his thighs closed in around my head. Hard.

“Nuh uh. You stay right there, boy.”

His cock pulsed on my tongue. My throat tightened and I wanted to suck him so bad. I wanted to worship that big fat cock. I wanted to take it all and give him everything. But he didn’t fuck my mouth, nor did he thrust. He just kept his cock there. Letting it get harder. Letting me feel the weight. The power.

The fact that it was right in front of me and I still wanted it so bad, It was everything I’d ever wanted.

His cock heavy in my mouth. The warmth of it. The weight and the musk.

The way it twitched against my tongue like it was waking up, like it knew exactly where it belonged. I didn’t suck. I just let it rest there, lips stretched wide, tongue pressed to the underside of that thick, veiny shaft. I could feel the soft foreskin in my mouth, still clinging to the head, hiding it from me like I hadn’t earned that yet.

Cole's thighs tensed around my face.

I couldn’t move. He was keeping me there. Pinning me in place with nothing but pure and control. I couldn’t even breathe right; every inhale brought in the hot, ripe scent of sweat and crotch and skin. It was overwhelming and bit intoxicating.. in the best possible way. My dick throbbed untouched between my legs, already leaking onto the floor.

He was growing hared now. Slowly. Filling my mouth. Each second, he got heavier, thicker. The head of his cock nudged deeper toward my throat, still soft but stiffening with every beat of his heart.

“You feel that, Mikey?” he muttered above me, voice low and smug. “That’s your slutty mouth. Making me hard.”

I moaned a little.

He flexed his thighs around my head. The sweat dripping on his inner thigh smearing across my face. My nose was buried against his balls now; swollen, musky, ripe from the gym. I didn't want to pull way.

This was where I belonged. On my knees. Mouth full of my straight roommate's cock. Nose buried in alpha scent and completely fucking loving it.

He started to rock just barely. Not fucking my mouth, not yet. Just enough so I could feel the heft of him dragging across my tongue. Like he was teasing me. Letting me taste, but not serve.

I moaned. I tried to suck.

Wrong move.

He moved my head back just far enough for his cock to pop free from my lips with a wet slap.

“Ah-ah,” he said, panting slightly. “You don’t get to suck. You just hold it. You worship.”

His cock glistened with my spit. A thick drop of precum beaded at the tip. I watched it fall. Landed on my cheek.

“Look at you,” he muttered. “All messy. Fucking desperate.”

I reached down to touch myself.

“No. You don’t get to cum.”

I looked up at him, lips swollen, face flushed, breath ragged. I wanted to take him back in and never let go.

But he just stared at me, jaw flexing. Then shook his head.
“You know what?” Cole said, pulling out of my mouth with a wet pop. “You don’t deserve my nut today. You look way too desperate.”

I groaned.

He looked down at his cock, thick and flushed, throbbing hard. A slow grin spread across his face.

"But I'll give you something else."

He stepped back, leaning closer. His lips parted as he hollowed his cheeks, then let thick drops of spit fall. They landed in my mouth, cold and slimy, spilling over to my chin and chest.

“You want to serve me?” he said, still watching it drip down my skin.. “Then fucking swallow every fucking drop.”

I nodded while I swallowed. It ran down my chin. A few drops of his saliva splashed on my chest. His alpha scent was everywhere.

He stepped back. His cock still hard. My cock throbbing and untouched.

“You don’t cum till I say.”

He grabbed a towel from his gym bag and wiped himself off, completely casual.

I sat there, soaked in his spit, sweat, his scent and shaking. He walked to the door. Paused. “Keep my socks out of the wash,” he said. “I want ‘em real ripe next time.”

Then he left.

And I sat in the silence. Desperate and leaking.

And finally sure of it.

I wanted him so bad,

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Part 5