Alpha Males

I stumbled onto this website a few months ago when a dude's personal ad referenced it.  Some of the stories really hit home with me - as I'm sure they have with others too.  I'm in my late 20's as I write this, but I've been a dude into dudes as long as I can recall.  I've got a lot of friends & I've always been an aggressive guy.

My dad used to get adult mags, & I'd occasionally steal one for an afternoon to gawk at the pictures.  By the time I was 12, I knew it was the guys that I was into & I also knew that the "gay" sections of those mags had ZER0 appeal to me.  I'd never phuck a bud - ever.  But, what I discovered early on is that lots of guys would get stiffies whenever close contact was involved.  Being the aggressive type, I learned to use this 'weakness' to grow a group of intimate male friends who - to the best of my knowledge, were totally unaware of each's guys experiences with me.  Lots of what others have mentioned here rang true with me too.  There IS a type of guy who is into guys & very different from the arse-playing gAy community stereotype.  To be outright blunt: The gAy community is infested with a lot of sicko phuks.  I read one post in a forum online where some guys was saying that nelly guys were the minority in gay circles now -- about 1 in 5.  Tell me, what other group of "men" has 20% effeminate queenies in it's ranks?  I'm convinced that g0ys are gonna be the group that pulls in the best of the guys who hook up with guys.  I've been sending the link to close guy friends & the overall response has been, "Oh-yeah...bout freak'n time!".

I was an early developer & by 14, I was getting hit on by women who were a lot older (yeah at only 14).  I also worked out because I wanted to look good for other guys who were into guys (but weren't fags - specifically - weren't buttphuckers); And because when I got wrestling with another guy, I wanted the edge.  I figured out ways to get alone with a dude & wrestle him.  I always treated my friends like they were #1.  A lot of guys looked up to me, - which I suppose helped me on my 'conquests'.  Conquests were made as I discovered which of my friends got hard while horsing around.  Once I got a guy figured out, -- I'd get him pinned on his back & slow crotch grind with him - usually pretending not to notice what was happening to him as I pushed him over the edge into pumping out his wad.  I was always blunt after the fact that it was just a couple of good friends doing with each other what every guy did with himself.   It wasn't a "fag" thing because everyone knew fags did butts, -- & to this day this is exactly how I feel: Fags arse-phuk; -- & if a guy doesn't go that way -- then he's not a 'true' fag. 

Once a guy has dumped his nutt with another guy -- he'll usually be receptive to a way of seeing the world that doesn't emasculate him.   That's simply what I provided -- in a package of absolute certainty of what I was talking about.  I was also firm that the "depth" of our friendship should remain "our thing" because lots of people didn't have the brain power to figure the difference between guys who were very best buds, vs guys who phucked (or got phucked by) other guys.  There is a difference between the overall personality of guys who BF & those who don't; & the fags saying things to the contrary are just trying to justify their own shit-think.  Arses aren't for sex, - M or F.

My favorite wrestling gear (other than in the raw) was a pair of football shorts with nylon material that made the crotch roughly textured.  Once I'd get a guy pinned beneath me, it didn't take long to see if the weight & friction from my rough crotch pressing on his would make him stiff.  Most guys would get panicky as their dicks began to inflate out of control.  This would be the part where I had to work to keep them pinned - because their fiercest struggling to get away would happen while their fear of being 'fagged' was stronger than the feelings from their dicks.  Once I had them, I'd often make a comment to the effect that they were an over-sexed stud controlled by his dick.  Never, ever compare the dude to a fag, And if a guy who's got a stiffy against you suggests the fag thing -- a matter of fact comment (w. a smile) that fags do butts & no butts are gonna get done today usually trumps the conversation.  I've heard all the excuses in the book but the fact remains that the dude has a hard-on & it's a result of being with you.  Pay no attention to his denials - because his dick is talking louder & saying something different.  Once the guy is pinned & getting hard -- my course of action was usually in one direction: to get the guy to dump his load.  If he was quiet during the experience - like he's getting into the feeling -- I'd just slow cuddle on top of him & enjoy the slow ride.  If he was vocal & concerned about making slurs against masculinity -- I'd gently taunt with a friendly tone that said something to the effect that "We'd see how long his 'independent-thinking' dick could hold out" - as I'd slow crotch grind with him.

Once the guy has shot -- he can't point & say "fag" without 3 fingers pointing back at him too.  This is important.  He'll be more concerned about his image - than yours; - & when you make it clear that it's a guy thing -- N0T a gAy thing, -- most guys will adopt the same viewpoint (like I said). The next time the pressure in his balls begs for release -- he's gonna remember how good it felt getting off with you; - & your phone is probably gonna ring.  Like I said: I made this discovery early on & lots of guys hitting puberty don't take long to succumb to the pressure to dump their loads daily.  People pretending that sex is "optional" are either women or dickless.  Oh yeah -- religious guys pretend not to be swayed by the feeling -- which is why I hooked up with more of them - than other dudes.  I liked the challenge & those guys are always way-low-key about such things.  Some of them are real great dudes too (although some are real head-cases).      

By the time I was mid 15 or so, I was getting off a few times every week.  Everyone around us was clueless.  I had my own bedroom & the door lock got used often.  Sleepovers were common on the weekends.  There were a few times that our team would be in a hotel for an away game - championships.  It wasn't unusual to have 4+ guys to a room & sharing beds.  I'd always "bunk" with a buddy who'd discretely cuddle up with me after the lights were out & we'd quietly pump out a few loads over the course of the night.  Sleep was a spartan rarity.  Exhaustion was the inevitable result - by which sleep came anyway - as near coma. 

One of these guys was named Mark.  Mark was a year older, but we had lots of similar interests.  I built our friendship over my freshman year & actually wrestled with him a number of times until one time discovered that he had wood.  I got him pinned really good & slow milked him until he stopped struggling & then came so hard that his reaction caused me to dump mine with him.  He had a normal sized dick 6-7" I guess ... but the guy shot a major wad when he'd cumm.  I got into the habit of dropping him hints that would keep him hard all day & when we'd finally hook up, he'd  shoot a slimy river of runny spunk that made totally awesome messes.  His reactions & facial expressions while he did this were priceless.  He eventually got married & pumped out 7 kids.  I guess his wife enjoyed that fill'er-up feel'n too.

There was Brian, Matt, John, Greg, Steve, Dan, Irv, Rod, Rob, Jake, Jack, Evan, Will & a few more.  To this day, I have a place in my heart for them all & keep a photo album from those days on the shelf.  I don't want to minimize how much I feel for these guys - even until this day.  I hope I've done as good of a job projecting that to them in my conversation as my heart still feels care & compassion for them.  It was never "casual" & absolutely never taken for granted.  Love & trust are Siamese twins in my heart.  However, as I've gotten older, my hookups have slowed down & I've been in a few LTR's with "room-mates".  See, as lots of guys age -- they get married & play the str8 card.  Don't let anyone fool ya by saying otherwise.  Hypocrisy's biggest players are the bisexuals among us.  They think they're a "minority".  That's so bullshit.  Most guys are "Bi".  I'm not saying they're sluts or 'easy'.  It takes some serious work to figure out who's "Bi" sometimes.  That G0YDAR article here pegged the issue.  You've gotta put being a friend at #1.  You've gotta get the guy to luv ya as a friend.  How fast that happens depends on the guy.  One way I found to speed the process was to stick up for a guy -- try to reason out a defense for him if he was being attacked socially, - or give benefit of the doubt.  I've stepped into a few fights on behalf of a guy I wanted to hook up with & found this is a major way to get a dude's respect.  On reflection, -- it's a pretty good way to make friends in general.  Oh, which means that you need to learn how to fight.  I'm a black belt.  In what?  Doesn't really matter, does it?  I have the belt & know how to use it.  You do the same. The earlier the better.  I was working on mine in school.  It's another way to get close to guys.  They'll ask you how to do a certain move & you take them thru the steps with lots of body positioning & guiding touch.  I'm not saying to grope the dude, but a slow, gentle firm grip while showing movements -- & then you encourage with occasional practice.

Back to Mark... He was total studdom:  Black hair, blue eyes & a built bod.  He played several sports & since I did too, we were always running into each other.  As a freshman, I was always asking him for workout pointers & he'd spot me quite a bit.  By the 2nd semester, I was working out all the time & eating like a lion.  Everyone was commenting that if Mark wasn't careful, I'd soon be bigger than he was -- which drove him harder to work out.  By the end of my freshman year, I'd put on about 20 pounds of solid muscle & 4 inches to my height than at the beginning of the year.  I had no body fat -- I mean I couldn't keep it if I'd wanted to.  I ate all the time & gave off heat like a radiator.  Between wrestling & martial arts -- I was a unit to be respected.  Mark & I wrestled incessantly & I ended up showing him a few good moves.  Every now & then, I catch him staring at me -- but I always assumed that he was just checking out the workout results.  I complimented him all the time & always joked that he must be using steroids (having such big muscles & such a tini dicki).  Of course, he was average in the penis dept -- but looked kinda small when he was deflated.  But man ... did the thing grow several levels of magnitude when he'd get turned on.  I've discovered that there are lots of differences among guys -- especially in the cock dept.  The better hung guys don't seem to grow as much as the guys who normally seem "smaller".  5" when soft may mean 10" when hard compared to 2" when soft = 7" when hard.  What makes the whole experience worthwhile is when the dick is connected to a guy you phuck'n love & admire.  Someone here mentioned that it's the "whole package" - not the parts, that matter.  Indeed!  Mark was a package alright & I was work'n hard to get bare-arsed & bare-foot with him.  It happened in July of the summer before my sophomore year.  Mark & I were camping out at his folks cabin on Lost-Pond & we decided to take a late night swim in the full moon.  Being the only occupied camp around, we decided to forego the bathing suits & go in the raw.  We ended up horsing around & then outright wrestling & tackling each other - holding each other under water as punishment for losing the upper hand.  Being skilled in fighting as I was, Mark spent most of the time under water & it didn't take long before he was panting exhausted & heading for shore.  I'd tackle him & hold him down until he stopped struggling & then pull his head up so he could gasp a breath or two.  Eventually, he said "uncle" & begged to let him rest.  I lugged him to the shore line & near the beach, tackled him again pinning him to the bottom at the shoreline with his head out of the water - resting on the sand in the shallows & my legs wrapped around his lower body.  I had his arms restrained & wrapped around to his back & pressed into the sand.  He gasped exhausted breaths while grinning & gritting his teeth.  Once I had him pinned securely, I relaxed into him & begin to check out the close up of his face.  He had these big eyes that smiled when he did & a perfect nose over a wide guy mouth with perfect teeth & a big guy tongue.  His neck was thick & attached to his torso with strong traps muscles.  His oversized Adam's apple set perfectly in the breadth of it.  His black straight hair set messy on his forehead as the water drained from it.  His curious eyes were so blue that in the moonlight they still looked blue around large open pupils.  His heart pounded hard & fast in his heaving chest as he replenished his oxygen deficit.  I looked deeply into his smiling face that gradually became more serious.

"Bro, if anything bad ever happened to you, it would be the end of me...", I said.  Mark swallowed hard.

"Me too...", he whispered.  I put my face beside his - just an inch or so above the ground & let my weight rest more completely on him.  I noticed the unmistakable hardness of his erection beneath mine.  I observed the gentle wave action coming in to the shore & allowed myself to be gently pulled back & forth with it on top of him.  We just laid there for a minute or so as my erection moved in time with the waves on top of his.  Then I felt the unmistakable throb of his penis beneath mine as Mark began to try to move his arms.  "Dude, you've gotta let me up.  All this skin contact is making my hormones run away.", he whispered.

I put my mouth near to his ear.  "No way, bro.  I'm not falling for that old trick.", I whispered back.

"Seriously...", he whispered as he struggled some more.  I tightened the curl of my legs around his. 

"Well, then I guess the only way to prove it's not a trick is for you to empty your nutt right here.", I teased.  "And do me while you're at it ... after all, what are friends for?", I continued in a daring taunt - still whispered.

THROB...another pulse went through is cock as he struggled to get his arms free - to no avail.  I pulled myself in tighter to him, - & he groaned softly.  Each wave that rolled into the shoreline moved me gently on top of Mark just enough to keep his penis pumping toward the inevitable dumping of his load.  My hard on was pressed up against his & now beginning to throb on it's own.  His arching of his back while trying to get his hands free intensified the feeling.  Now he was beginning to groan & gasp with each hardening throb as he slowly struggled.  Whether he was exhausted or just feigning it -- his struggling gradually subsided as his breathing got faster & soft groans began to follow each involuntary throb of his dick. 

"I'm gonna get you back for doing this to me...", he whispered.

"I sure hope so...", I countered.  My dick's hopping causing us both to groan softly as we shifted very slightly our position against each other.

"Hey, let me have my arms...I...I wanna hold you as it happens...", he pleaded.  His tone was so honest & sincere that I instantly let my grip release & he wrapped both of his weight room worn huggers gently around me.  His dick gave a hard throb causing him to wiggle some & then another as his whole body began to arch & stiffen in my embrace.  His hug tightened some as his legs both stiffened & straightened. 

My dick was following his lead as I took a deep breath & whispered, "I luv ya Bro .. don't hold anything back...", and as I finished the last word his teeth clenched & body stiffened some more as his dick began to spawn wave after wave of manseed into the water between us.  Mine vomited my own manseed into the living water with his.  Mark's body writhed around with his back arched as he whimpered & groaned in the experience.  The hard globes of his arse alternately stiffened & relaxed as his heels dug into the soft sand & strained to arch his body & inch him forward.  The water in the space between us got very warm as we released a small gusher of teen spunk into the area & it heated the vicinity.  As my dick began to slow down it's pumping to a pulse every few seconds, -- Mark's was still at full throttle & he probably had his nutt for a good 7-10 seconds longer.  I didn't realize at the time how much spunk he shot when he came.  All I realized was how hott he was as he lost his composure to the intensity of the experience & how wonderful the experience was of being wrapped up with him & gently luv'n on him as he came.

After, we just relaxed in each other's hug as the gentle wave action gradually washed away the milky evidence of the event.  "Part of me has wanted to do that with you for a long time, bro...", Mark confessed in a gentle tone.

"Yeah, well ALL of me has wanted to do it with you for a longer time...", I reassured him. He shook his head slightly & smiled while hugging me tighter.  "I could stay like this all night.", I added.

"Me too, - except I've gotta wash the sand out of my butt crack.", he joked.  I laughed & began to slide straight down off him with the wave action helping me -- kissing along his chest & tummy as I went.  I got to his waistline & I wrapped my arms around his legs. With my head under water - planted a hard kiss on his flaccid dick..  I could hear him laughing  & continued to gently lick & nibble on his dick for another 10-15 seconds as he howled & thrashed with laughter above the water line as I pulled him away from the shore - using just my feet to grip the bottom & pull us back.  We ended up swimming some more & wrestling some -- but more for the sake of touching & being close.  The pretenses were gone & we both felt at ease with simply holding & hugging each other for the sake of holding & hugging. 

Passion grows quickly once physical barriers are set aside.  I'd loved Mark for a long time.  Getting to express it on a regular basis was like Heaven.  But what I noticed was different was this: Mark & I both respected the need of the other for space & relationships.  We never felt threatened that another relationship would make our intense friendship any less intense.  It wasn't a choice of "either - or".  It was "AND".  I could love Mark AND Tom AND Bill AND Chas & want them all to be friends with each other without anyone feeling that intimacy with one person was a barrier to them. Yeah, as you get older & life sets in then there are often considerations - & for the sake of stability -- pair bonding happens; -- But not when you're 15 & in high-school.  Although for a long time, I only had eyes for Mark. 

Man, it seemed complicated at the time -- with the stigmas about "gay" all around.  It was I that insisted that Mark date some females in order to keep suspicions about us at bay because we did almost everything together.  I was friendly with a girl named Laura, but most of the time pretended to have a girl friend at another school.  Mark & I talked lots about the situation & I just let him know point-blanc that he was my friend & that I'd always love him no matter what -- so he needed to do with his life what made him most comfortable.  Ironically, when you set someone free in that manner, -- you end up keeping them.  Unconditional love is indeed the most powerful form of the stuff.

Mark got married right out of High School & I was his Best Man.  8 months later (hmmm), his son was born.  For the next 6 years, they pounded out a kid annually.  Mark came from a big family & ended up with a sweet deal of a giant 12-room house.  And, we still occasionally find a weekend to go out to the pond for a "fish'n trip".