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Alpha's Dirty Secret - Part 5
🕑 Added 2025-08-11 15:30:06 +0000 UTCThis 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.
Recap: Cole takes control to a whole new level. After catching Mikey with his sweaty gym shirt, Cole makes Mikey worships his pits and cock. Mikey is aching for more, while Cole smirks down at him in complete dominance. Cole asserts total control over Mikey by spitting down his throat and asking him to swallow every drop (The alternative version had Cole piss down Mikey's throat). He leaves Mikey soaked, leaking, and wanting more, making it clear this isn’t just sex anymore. Mikey doesn’t just want to be fucked, he wants to be desperately seen by his alpha roommate Cole.
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Part 5: Old Habits
It had been five days. Five long, aching, frustrating days.
Cole hadn’t said a word since that night.
He’d woken up early, showered and left for work. He didn’t look at me or speak. Just moved through the apartment like I wasn’t even there or didn't even exist. The same way he used to.
I tried to act normal. Tried to be chill. I texted my girlfriend more. Told her I missed her. Even watched porn with girls in it. Tried to jerk off to it. But nothing worked. My dick stayed half-hard at best. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about him. About that night. The smell. The taste of him...
The way his voice sounded in my ear when I rubbed his soaked underwear on my face.
My balls ached from how horny the thought of him made me. My stomach stayed tight waiting for him to give me his cock. Every time I passed his room or caught a whiff of his scent in the hallway, my cock twitched. Like it knew what it wanted.
Like it didn’t care how fucked up all this was; how desperate it might have been, but I wanted it.. All of it.
I’d promised myself I was done. That I wouldn’t go back to it. That I’d stay away from his underwear.
But then, on the sixth day, I saw them again.
A pair of black underwear, damp at the waistband, crumpled beside the bathroom sink like they’d been peeled off in a rush. The front was still warm when I touched them. Still soaked. And honestly, I didn’t mean to do it… …but I brought them to my nose. I was already slipping back into my hold habits.
The smell hit me like a wave, thick and overwhelming.
Sweat, musk, and raw heat. Pure him.
I moaned without meaning to. My knees buckled. I pressed them harder to my face and breathed in slow.
Fuck.
I stumbled back to my room like I was carrying something stolen. I wasn't really. I already had his explicit permission to to sniff his underwear. I had his underwear stuffed in my hoodie pocket, my dick already hard before I even shut the door.
I didn’t even jerk off.
I just held them to my face. Breathed and licked his masculine scent. Humped my mattress until I came dry in my boxers, my whole body trembling.
And that was when I realized; this wasn’t over.
That night, Cole came home late from work. I was in the kitchen, pretending to clean, and I looked up as he changed into workout t-shirt, his chest still wet with a little bit of sweat and his armpits had that darkened sweaty look..
He didn’t say anything. Just walked past me.
But then he paused.
Looked back.
“You been behaving good?” he asked.
My throat locked. “Yeah. I mean… I’ve been keeping to myself.”
Cole tilted his head, like he already knew I was lying.
Then he smirked. “You miss the way I smell?”
I didn’t answer.
He stepped in closer, so close I could feel his heat. His scent rolled over me..sharp, masculine, straight from a long day’s work, with that raw edge of sweat clinging to his skin and his pits. Pure, unfiltered man.
“I’ve got something planned for you,” he said, voice low. “Since you’re so fuckin’ addicted to me and can’t keep your nose away from my musk.”
I swallowed. “W-what?”
He grinned wider. “You’re coming to the gym with me now.”
I blinked. “What?”
“You want musk? I’ll give you musk. I’ll do a full workout. No shower. Just sweat. And you?” He leaned closer, dropped his voice. “You’re gonna clean up. In the locker room. Tongue to fuckin’ skin.”
I swallowed. I didn’t even try to argue. My dick had started chubbing up the second he said “musk.”
He grinned like he already knew. Like he could smell the desperation on me.
“C’mon.” He jerked his head toward the exit. “You’re gonna love this place.”
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The gym was tucked behind an old warehouse district. No signs. Just a keycode door and the low hum of bad rock playing from inside. When we stepped in, it hit me all at once; rubber mats, steel plates, chalk, and something primal underneath.
The place smelled like sweat, raw male heat, and something feral that made my pulse race.
There was one other guy there. He was near the squat rack, re-racking plates like they weighed nothing. Tall. Thick. Sleeveless black tee hugging broad pecs, grey joggers slung low. Tan skin, short dark hair, backwards cap. A five o’clock shadow lined his jaw. And his arms roped and vascular were crossed over his chest like he owned the place.
“Yo,” Cole called. “That’s Drew. He owns this place.”
Drew nodded once, didn’t say anything. Just went back to his weights like we weren’t even there.
Cole smirked and led me past him to the benches. “He’s chill. Don’t worry.” I couldn’t stop glancing over. Drew looked like the kind of guy who never smiled in pictures. Who had stories about fights in locker rooms. His forearms were massive. And he was watching us. Quietly.
“Don’t be weird,” Cole muttered under his breath, unzipping his hoodie.
“Focus on me.”
And I did.
We started with incline bench. Cole loaded the bar like he was angry at it. Heavy plates clanged into place. His t-shirt stuck to his chest with every rep, the sweat darkening the fabric around his pecs and pits.
He grunted on the fourth set, breath rough, arms bulging. “You watching?”
I nodded dumbly.
“I want you to see what you're gonna taste.”, Cole added.
The way he said it. My throat dried.
Halfway through the lift, he paused, arms flexed, and looked straight at me.
“Take a whiff.”
I glanced sideways. Drew had his back to us, wiping down a barbell.
“Bro.. he won’t care,” Cole added, lowering his voice. “Besides, I want him to see what a fuckin’ hungry slut you are.”
I leaned in close. The heat radiating off him was unreal. My nose brushed the hair in his pit. It hit me hard: rich, salty, and overwhelmingly intense.
I whimpered before I could stop it.
“Yeah, that’s it boy,” Cole growled. “Breathe it in. That’s what a real man smells like.”
I licked. Just once. Tentative. Salty.
He didn’t stop me. He just pressed my face in tighter.
“More.”, he groaned.
His fingers curled in my hair and held me deeper into his sweaty pits. My mouth moved around his armpits: tongue dragging slow, shaky circles along the sweaty skin of his pit. The tang of deodorant mixed with raw salt. It coated my mouth. It was disgusting. It was heaven.
“That’s what I fuckin’ thought,” Cole said.
He released me. I fell back onto my heels, face flushed, cock hard in my sweats.
Drew hadn’t said a word. But I could feel his eyes.
Cole didn’t give a shit.
He worked through his bench press, lateral raises and some shoulder press making him sweat profusely. His shirt clung like a second skin, soaked down the back, dark under the arms. He grunted with every set, veins popping, chest and shoulders heaving.
Every so often he’d pause. Pull me close toward his chest, his pits, his neck and make me sniff his scent.
Once I pressed my face against his crotch and heard him say, “Tell me how strong that is.”
I didn’t even think.
“So fucking strong, bro,” I breathed.
“Damn right it is.”
He was dripping sweat by the end of it. Shirt clinging. Shorts clinging. That alpha scent rolling off him in waves.
He grabbed his towel, wiped his face, then tossed it at me. “Locker room. Let’s go.”
I followed. Fast and shaking.
The room was dark, damp. Tiles echoing with every step. Cole yanked me by the front of my shirt into the corner, near the showers.
“On your knees, boy.”
I dropped.
He pulled his shirt off, finally.
And fuck.
He was soaked. His pecs shined with sweat, abs ridged and wet, pits glistening, his waistband stained dark.
“Start with my pits,” he said. “Make ‘em shine you filthy boy.”
I licked him slow and obedient. Tongue to skin. His musk was overwhelming...hot and ripe and pure fucking filth. My face was buried in it, nose pressed in deep, dragging my mouth from one edge to the other.
“Yeah, take that,” Cole said, grinding his arm up against my mouth. “Fuckin’ desperate boy. This what you want? This what you been sniffin’ off my clothes like a needy cocksucker?”
I couldn’t even deny it. My cock throbbed untouched in my sweats.
I even licked a droplet of sweat under his pecs dragging my tongue all the way down his stomach. The sweat pooled between the muscles. My mouth followed it like a starving dog.
When I got to his waistband, I hesitated.
“You want this, Mikey?”
“Yes please,” I whispered.
He grinned. “Not yet.”
He turned around, and pulled his shorts down just enough to expose the deep groove of his ass and the thick slope of his thighs.
“Clean under.”
I pressed my face between his legs. The smell was ripe and musky
His balls were dripping.. I could see the dampness on his underwear. He didn’t even touch me. Just stood there, letting me worship him with my mouth. I licked the base of his thighs, the crease where sweat gathered.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “You’re obsessed.”
I moaned against his skin.
“Yeah, I hear that. You’re not gonna cum until I say so. You hear me?”
“Yes sir,” I breathed.
He turned, pushed his bulge against my cheek. It was fat and warm. Still trapped in his underwear.
“You think you earned this?”
I looked up at him, desperate.
He smirked. “Not yet.”
His voice echoed loud through the locker room. “Yo, Drew.”
My stomach dropped.
Footsteps.
Then....
Drew walked into view, towel around his neck, eyes locked on us.
Cole smirked wider. “I brought someone for you. Told you he's a cocksucker.”
Drew stepped closer. Towel still around his neck. His eyes dropped to me; kneeling, flushed, lips wet from Cole's sweat.
He tilted his head. “Your throat’s ready, boy?” Drew said, voice low, gravelly.
“We’re gonna have some fun.”
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Next Part
Bros, I hope you’re not getting tired of Drew yet. Just think of him as your classic hot gym owner who's massive, bi-curious, and dripping with that cocky energy. I actually wrote this story a month ago, back when My Ex’s Brother Drew was in full swing, so…please excuse the repeated crossovers.
Comments
robert
I loved every minute reading this story
robert
Drew is awesome
