The Downlow Alpha (The Identity Crises Book 1) (2 page)

              I turned the light off, guilt over leaving my wet towel on the floor pulling at me. I knew it would mildew, and I hate things being out of their place. But I was exhausted. It took everything I had to take a long bath, soaking the nights exertions off. As I lay there, the heavy curtain of darkness descending on me, excitement filled me as I remembered the weekend had just started, and tomorrow was Saturday. I fantasized about the strong alpha man I was going to meet at the club as the darkness claimed me.

            
 
The music was blasting, the dance floor packed with gorgeous men dancing to the rhythm of desire. I had already rejected the advances of several men, each attractive in their own right. But tonight I was being picky. As exciting as last night was, as fulfilling as it was, it was a fleeting satisfaction. Tonight I was holding out for something with quality. Something with the promise of more. The promise of the dream.

              As one hour slipped into two, I started questioning my resolve as the men were quickly pairing up. I was beginning to regret my decision, as it appeared I had wasted tonight to hold onto some vague fantasy. My mind was arguing to just settle, that there were other nights when he came in.

              I didn’t notice him at first. I began scanning the room, and noticed the shift in energy. Curiosity filled me as I began wondering what had changed. It quickly became evident as I noticed more men sneaking glances off to the right, behind me. I turned to see what was attracting so much attraction, and that’s when he caught my eye.

              He stood out from everyone, and I imagined it was like this no matter where he went. He was dressed plainly, jeans and a zip up hoodie that was unzipped. His magnificently chiseled body on display through the opening of his hoodie jacket. His chest was huge, but it was his rock hard abdomens that I had a hard time prying my eyes from. It seemed impossible for a man to have such a physique. He was built like one imagines the Gods of Olympus.

              He filled out the sleeves of his jacket, the fabric pulled tight across the mass of muscle that lay underneath. As my eyes returned to his abdomen again, I couldn’t help but notice the massive bulge pushing the zipper of his crotch out. It seemed like it had to burst open at any moment from the strain being exerted upon it.

              Something was pulling at me, and without thought I looked up, and our eyes locked. His dark eyes were relentless, boring into me with a strength that made some part of me wilt inside. A part of me wanted to look away, yet I was unable to break whatever intangible force he was exerting on me. I watched helplessly as he made his way over to the table I was at, and sat down across from me.

              "My friends call me Harley," he said as my eyes got lost in the little crevices of his muscles.

              "You do talk, don’t you," he said, and I became self-conscious as I realized how obviously mesmerized I was with him. My cheeks burned as I knew they were filling with blood from blushing. I could feel the heat as it filled my head.

              "Hi Harley, I am Justin." My voice sounded like it was coming from far away, and I fought to regain my composure. I pinched my leg under the table to make sure this wasn’t a dream. The pain helped me focus, and I smiled at him. He smiled back, and his dark eyes softened, pulling me into…

              "I haven’t seen you here before," he said, pulling me back out of the mess taking place in my mind.

              "Last night was my first time coming here. I am still new to all of this, but I love the atmosphere. Love how everyone is so open about who they are, not having to hide it. I feel so alive."

              I felt like a dork as I heard myself talking, but couldn’t stop myself. To my relief, his eyes retained the softness that was so damn appealing, and he gave a little laugh, as though remembering when it was all new to him.

              "I love your freshness. You have the energy of someone not yet tainted by the cruelties of life. I find that immensely appealing," Harley said in that deep, mesmerizing voice of his. His eyes were so alive, so full of strength I couldn’t quit staring at them, losing myself in the swirls of personality emanating from them.

              "Why don’t we go back to your place and get to know one another better," he said, and I almost knocked my chair over in my haste to get this man god alone. He noticed and a short burst of laughter erupted from him again. I gave him directions as soon as we were outside, but he didn’t need them. He stayed close behind me on his motorcycle, running through two red lights to not lose sight.

              I could hear the roar of his bike as he rode behind, and caught myself checking him out several times in the rear view mirror, as if to make sure he was real. That what was about to happen was real.

              I knew I was attractive. Men had been trying to get in my pants since I was in high school. I had the smoothest skin, unblemished and perfect. My cheekbones accentuated my baby blues, and I have been told by many men that my lips were perfect. And while being new to anal, I had pleasured several men with these lips.

              We got to my complex, and I worshipped him as he got off his bike. He grabbed a bag out of his saddle bag, and followed me up to my apartment. The sound of his zipper made a thrill rush through me as I locked the door. As I turned, I saw his boots laying on their sides, and further up the hall his pants. His ass was tight and muscular as he walked into the living room.

              Everything was moving so quickly, I felt disoriented. His actions were keeping me off balance, as he was in complete control. I quickly went to the living room, and my eyes were drawn to his cock. I felt lightheaded as I saw it. It was the largest cock I have ever seen. Not just in length, but thickness too. The weight of it was making it hang towards the floor, and it had to be at least twelve inches of man meat, maybe more. But the width. Oh my God.

              He walked over to me, his thickness swaying with each step. I couldn’t pry my eyes from his cock, my mouth watering to taste him. Watering to try fitting him into my throat. His hands grabbed my shirt, and without thought I lifted my arms so he could pull it off. He threw my shirt to the floor and began undoing my pants. His muscular arms impeded my view of his mammoth thickness, and I quickly fell I awe with his corded muscles.

              I reached out as he began pulling my pants off, running my fingers in the crevices of his definition, my heart fluttering at his maleness. He leaned forward, and wrapping his arms around me, picked me up and turned me upside down. I fell deeper into shock at how unexpected everything was as he moved with a precision of purpose. I was literally upside down now, my face inches away from his cock.

              He was emanating a musky smell that heightened my excitement as I felt his mouth take my cock in its grasp, sucking at my flesh as he swooped it quickly into his mouth and throat. Despite the blood rushing to my head, I knew what I wanted, what I had to have. I reached out and grabbed his thick manhood, and a shudder rushed through me as I could barely get my hand around it. I pulled it up to my lips, and began working it into my mouth. I was afraid I would not be able to fit it inside of my mouth, and felt relief as it pulled its way past my lips, slowly working it to the back of my mouth.

              The vibration of his throat as he growled in pleasure was enchanting as every nerve in my body sang in pleasure. I was trying to relax my throat, but could only work about a third of his thickness into my mouth. The wet sounds of our sucking reverberated through the air as we sucked furiously on one another. I was growing dizzy from the blood rushing to my head, as I lost myself in the intoxication of the onslaught of his manhood. His musky scent was gratifying as I slid his silky smooth dick flesh in my mouth.

              I could taste his salty emissions as I felt my cock surrendering to his mouths suction, and I exploded violently in his mouth. He buried my cock in his throat as I shot my loads, drinking every drip of my man seed as I gushed out over and over again in the heavenly wetness of his mouth.

              His cock was pulled from my mouth as he turned me right side up and set me on my feet. It took a few seconds to regain my equilibrium, as the blood slowly coursed out of my head and regained normal circulation. I was about to comment on how great his mouth was on my cock, when he turned me and pushed me over the back of the couch, my ass up in the air. I heard rustling, and the zipper of his bag, and wondered what he was up to.

              The sound of a cap being opened, and something being squirted told me everything I needed to know. I felt his hand as it roughly pushed its way in between my cheeks, and my sphincter tightened as he liberally began applying the cold lubrication. I was about to get fucked. A quick pulse of excitement ran through me, causing my just sated cock to begin hardening again in anticipation.

              The sound of the bottle being squeezed sounded again, and I pictured him coating his mammoth cock with it, my cock pulsing with desire like I had never known before. There was a mixture of fear and desire swirling inside of me, as I wondered how on earth I would fit his cock inside of me. I didn’t have long to worry though, as I felt the thick tip of his manhood pressing against my rim, my ass cheeks hugging his shaft as he began pushing against me.

              I cried out as I felt his head push its way into me, and he kept sliding and sliding. And sliding some more. I felt like he was splitting me in two and gasped as his manhood hit my prostate and slid across it as he continued sliding his way deeper inside of me. I was about to pass out from the mixture of pain and pleasure when I heard him speak.

              "Not bad, got about a third of it in. Here, try this." I saw his hand appear beside me, and he had an open bottle in his hand. I wondered what it was.

              "Sniff it," he ordered. I stuck it to my nose and inhaled. I immediately got lightheaded, and felt every muscle seem to relax. I also felt an intense desire to get fucked. Fucked hard. His hand reappeared beside me, and he took the bottle back from me.

              His cock slowly pulled out most of the way, as he squirted more lubrication in the crack of my ass. He grabbed my hips and began pushing in again, and despite my tunnel hugging him tightly, he was able to work himself deep inside of me. He felt so good, and I was in awe as he touched me where I have never been touched before, not even last night.

              His fingers dug into my hips as he began fucking me, each thrust faster than the thrust before it. I was crying out like a bitch with every thrust, the pleasure/pain owning me to my core. I realized he was going in with every inch as I felt his loins cupping the cheeks of my ass. Within minutes, the sound of his groans were accompanying my cries as he fucked me with abandon, no longer concerned with whether he was hurting me or not. He was lost in the song of heaven singing out in his nerves.

              The sound of his loins smacking my ass were growing louder, and I was dizzy as the sensations of his cock owning me seemed more than my body could contain. He yelled out loudly, and I felt his cock expand over and over again as his warm seed began flooding me. The feel of if as it forced its way between his cock flesh and my tunnel was delightfully weird. He pulled me from the couch, pressing my ass to his loins as hard as he could as he cried out, and I realized my feet were off the ground, all of my weight being held by his hands on my hips.

              He finally let me go, and I slid off of his cock. Every inch tugged at the tight confines of my tunnel, tugging it like it was going to pull my insides out with it. I fell over the back of the couch, my ass throbbing. As I lay there, I could feel my rim puckering up, swollen from the pounding it had just taken. As his warm seed trickled slowly out of my backside, pride filled me that I was able to accommodate all of his manhood. I had owned his cock.

              "That was awesome, Justin," I heard him say. "We should go shower now."

              I nodded agreement, my mind numb as it tried to process the domination I had just been subjected to. I got up slowly, and limped to the bathroom as he followed me. He turned the water on, and picked me up and set me in the tub. As he joined me, I caught myself staring at his cock. I couldn’t get over how big he was. How thick it was. He smiled lasciviously, and grabbed the loofah and soaped it up.

              I stood there, slowly regaining some semblance of myself as he washed me first. The rough feel of the loofah as he ran it across my skin helped the blood circulate in me. My prostate was so tight I thought it was going to explode when he washed my backside. The feel of the loofah hurt as he rubbed it across my swollen rim. I could feel myself growing erect as I watched him soap up his body. Without thinking, I took the loofah from him, and began running it across his chest, then down to his rock hard abs. His dark eyes held a glint of amusement as he watched me worship his body.

              His cock was starting to grow bigger as I worked my way down to it, and began soaping his tight balls. I dropped the loofah to the tub, and began using my hands to soap his shaft with one hand, as I continued kneading his balls with the other.

              We rinsed off and got out. I grabbed his towel, and took my time drying him off, memorizing every nuance of his body, my eyes and hands loving him like no other.

              "Let's go to bed," he said, and there was no question we would do anything but. I realized as we climbed onto the bed I would do anything he demanded. Anything to make him happy.

              "I like to fall asleep with a wet mouth wrapped on my cock," he said, his tone half comment, half command. I took his cue and crawled down, wincing as my prostate protested all of my movement, until my head was resting on the bottom of his abs. I grabbed his semi hard cock, and pulled it off of his thigh to my mouth. I felt my cock start oozing my excitement as I worked his head into my mouth, throbbing with desire of his total manliness. His hand grabbed the back of my head and began pushing me further down his shaft.