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Alpha Aexn


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At 18 years old, Aexn had already fucked more men than most guys do by the time they're 30. He was always athletic, but now he was a big muscle stud. Standing 6'2", and weighing in at 240lbs of dense rippling muscle, when he wanted to 'get some' all he had to do was go to one of the gay clubs in the city and wait for the right boy to come along (he called any man smaller than him "boy", though most guys he fucked were 10+ years his senior). Bouncers never carded him; they all thought he was hott, and he had already fucked several of them (pansy bitches, most were twice his age and still not as strong as him). He loved to dominate older bodybuilders because he loved feeling superior and strong. 

Aexn didn't care for other guys his age. None of them could hold a candle to his size or strength. He knew of several faggy twinks and fatties and "straight" jocks who couldn't keep their eyes off him in classes or the hallways at school. Even a few teachers wanted a piece of him; he recognized the faggy ones by the way their gaze lingered on him just a moment too long while scanning their students. In study hall, Aexn often caught Mr. Prechin staring at his massive muscles from the desk at the front of the room, his mouth always drooped slightly open. Aexn knew the old queen would drop to his knees in an instant if asked, even though he had a wife. But Aexn didn't want to fuck any oldies who weren't hott. 

One of the janitors at school was a mid-30's college drop-out with salt-and-pepper hair who stood 6' and weighed a muscular 200lbs. Earlier in the year, Aexn fucked the guy in a closet while the rest of the school was in class. He hadn't asked his name or even spoke to him. The man had been inconspicuously (or so he believed) following Aexn between classes and to and from his locker. The janitors closet was between two restrooms, and when Aexn suspected the man was following him, he went into the men's bathroom next to the closet. When he came out the janitor was standing in front of the open closet (just as Aexn expected), pretending he was looking for cleaning supplies, but obviously he was still looking at Aexn. Aexn locked eyes with the man's. Nobody else was around. They stood still for a moment, looking at each other. Aexn stepped forward and kissed the man before he could react. He then shoved the guy into the closet and went in after him, closing the door behind. In the dark room, they made out for a while first, groping each others muscles. Aexn yanked the man's pants down to his knees and unzipped his own. He forcibly spun the guy around, pulled out his own hard cock, spat on it for lube, and pressed its head against the mans anus. He pushed hard, and when the head went in, the man let out a yelp of pain. Aexn shoved his 9" shaft all the way up the guy's ass and began to wildly thrust. Two periods passed before he finished that day. Aexn would fuck him a dozen more times in the following months: during school, after school, and once or twice at the guy's house. 

The only other staff he'd fucked at school was an interim assistant football coach, who'd asked Aexn 8 times in 3 days to join the football team. The final time, he asked Aexn to go with him into the empty coaches office to discuss the opportunity. Aexn went into the office with the man (26 and a meager 185 at 5'10") and again told him "no". The man said "please reconsider" and offered Aexn scholarships and told him of all the physical and interpersonal benefits of playing football. Aexn looked at him while he prattled (he was kinda cute for a persistent and scrawny douche) and flexed his pecs beneath his shirt. The guy's eyes flickered to catch a glimpse of the tight muscles flexing and his speech momentarily sputtered, and Aexn knew the line was set. He raised his arms above his head as though to stretch and brought them down into a double bicep flex. The man's words trailed off and he was lost in the impressive mounds. Aexn smiled slightly and pulled down his pants, exposing his rising boner. He grabbed the back of the guy's head and pushed it down to his groin. The man resisted a little, but quickly submitted and kneeled because he really did want that cock. His mouth took to Aexn's member like a vacuum pump to air. With his hand still gripping the man's hair, Aexn thrusted his hips and bonked the guy's face against his pelvis. After some time, he shot his load deep in the man's throat. The man gagged a little, but swallowed it all. He didn't bother Aexn again. That happened some months ago, and the man's position had since been filled by a new regular assistant coach. 

Outside of school, the clubs, and his gym, Aexn enjoyed walking downtown in the city. He'd always sport a tank-top and skin-tight shorts. Aexn was a magnet and faggots' eyes were magnetized. Sometimes the eyes belonged to businessmen, sometimes to lawyers or politicians or other self-important men. Most often they belonged to run-of-the-mill blue-collar drones. He loved the way men looked at him: he loved being the object of their desires; he loved their lust. He loved his own superiority. He didn't often fuck these men who looked at him on the sidewalks this way (they were too "average" and too desperate), but now and then he'd pluck one up (if they were muscular enough). Unless they were very attractive, he would not kiss them; he'd fuck them at their place for an hour or two, then cum in their ass or on their face, then leave. Or he'd go into a toilet stall or dark office with one of these men and fuck their eager face for a quicky. 

Once in a blue moon, Aexn would lock eyes with a muscle beast bigger than himself. He always hooked up with the guys like this. Usually they'd be barely strong enough to pin Herculean Aexn to submission, but sometimes they were so massive that even he seemed small by comparison. Most of these bigger guys topped Aexn after they pinned him, but some of them submitted to him, knowing that in a few short years Aexn would be bigger and stronger than them anyway. Aexn knew it too, and each time his own ass was stretched, he took mental note of the guy doing it so that in a few years he could reverse roles on them. He'd already become bigger than two mature bodybuilders who had liked fucking him earlier this year, and now he was their master in bed.

You see, Aexn cared deeply about only two things: muscle and fucking. He knew that he would not stop building muscle until he was the dominant master of even the biggest bodybuilders and power-lifters. Aexn was alpha. 

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