Meet Alpha Mike, Luke’s older brother, on the day that he discovers that his little bro is an alpha, too!
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It was about eight o’clock in the evening and Mike Forrester had just come home from hockey practice.
“Hey, sweetie!” his mom called from the living room. “Dinner’s in the crock pot whenever you’re ready. And don’t forget to hang up your hockey stuff.”
Sweet! Mike though, sniffing the air. Pot roast!
He charged up the stairs. Mike lived in a tiny, two-bedroom post-war house with his mom and his younger brother Luke. That’s the way it had been for about eight years since his dad left. Mike was seventeen and in his last year of high school.
Mike threw his hockey bag into the bedroom he shared with his younger brother, who wasn’t there, and caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror on the back of their bedroom door.
Shit, Mike thought. He was looking damn good lately. At six-foot-one and a bulky 200 pounds of muscle, a lot of it in his massive chest and shoulders, Mike was a force to be reckoned with on the school hockey team. And pretty popular among the ladies, too. His chest looked good even in the wool v-neck sweater he was wearing. He flexed an arm and the sleeve stretched out, his bicep straining the fabric. The sweater also showed of some of the fur that had grown between his pecs. He rubbed his chin.
Maybe I should grow a goatee, he thought. Then he smelled dinner. His stomach growled. He’d hang his gear up after dinner. He also wondered absently where his younger brother was.
Mike charged back down the stairs, opened the door to the bathroom and—
“Mike!” his brother cried. “Come in! Shut the door!”
Mike shut the door behind him and absorbed the scene in front of him. His twelve-year-old brother Luke stood in front of the mirror, no shirt, jeans around his ankles, his cock erect, cum covering his practically hairless crotch and lower abdomen. Luke looked up with a shocked look on his face,
“It just started shooting out! Like, all on its own! What the hell is this stuff?” Luke asked in a loud whisper.
Mike couldn’t believe it. Alpha musk filled his nostrils and went straight to his head. He felt the unmistakable energy of an alpha radiating from his younger brother as well. Mike had only been an alpha himself for about six months and here he was discovering that his younger brother was, too. And a born alpha at that!
Lucky Lukey, indeed! Mike thought, invoking his brother’s nickname. He’d need a while to process this discovery and think about what to do. But for now, he just needed to calm his little brother down a bit.
“Hey, chill out, Luke!” Mike said, smiling and clapping a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “It’s just your cum, little dude.”
“My what?” Luke asked.
“Your semen. Your seed… Your baby batter. It’s the stuff you shoot inside a girl to make her pregnant.”
“Does it always just come out all on its own like this?”
“Well… no. Usually you’ve gotta jack your cock to make it happen. Sometimes it happens overnight if you have a really sexy dream. You’ll be able to hold it back better, control it better, as you get older. And you’re a little young for this to happen, but… I guess it’s just time.”
Mike tried to remember when he shot his first load. He must’ve been about thirteen. But physically Luke always seemed to be a bit ahead of where he’d been at the same age. Good thing he had a four-year head start on the little dude!
“It washes off, right?” Luke said, looking at his big brother in the bathroom mirror.
“Yeah, dude. It washes off like anything else. Look, we can talk more about this later. Just… clean up and join me for dinner, okay?”
“Well, how do I make these go away?” Luke said, whacking his erect penis with the back of his hand.
Looking at Luke’s quivering, cum-covered cock, Mike had to admit that his little bro was pretty well built for a twelve-year-old. If his dick stopped growing right now he’d still be solidly in average territory.
“Well… blowing your load usually works. After that, a cold shower, maybe,” Mike shrugged. “If that’s not an option, recite the alphabet backwards. Or sing the national anthem in your head. Doing push-ups works sometimes, too. You’ll find something that works for you. The key is to find something that gets the blood moving from your dick to your brain… or your muscles.”
Luke nodded and turned on the faucet. Mike watched him get cleaned up. Luke really did look like a teenager already. He’d been the tallest kid in his class for as long as Mike could remember. According to the door frame in their bedroom, he was five-foot-nine at his last birthday in September, but Mike reckoned he’d grown at least another inch since then. His lightly freckled face, sparkling green eyes, and impish smile ensured that he was usually one of the more popular kids in his class, too. The lucky shit didn’t even look to be getting any acne!
And, unlike most twelve-year-olds, Luke actually had pretty good muscle tone. The kid already had a set of fat-free abs on him and his limbs weren’t just flesh-covered sticks, they actually had some shape to them. Mike had always attributed that to the fact that the kid was constantly moving. Luke always loved to move, whether engaged in whatever sport that currently interested him, playing around on the backyard monkey bars, or challenging his older brother to push-up contests, races, or anything else he could think of.
Looking at Luke with what he knew now, it was obvious that his little brother was an alpha in the making. But Mike couldn’t tell him about all that stuff now, not yet, not when he’d only just become an alpha himself. And Luke was only twelve years old. He’d never be able to take it seriously enough. Mike would have to think long and hard about how to handle this.
“What?” Luke said as he pulled up his pants and grabbed his t-shirt. He’d noticed Mike staring at him.
“Nothing, bro, it’s just… I guess you’re becoming a man, that’s all.”
“Hooray!” Luke said sarcastically. “Can we eat now?”
That night in their bedroom, Mike and Luke sat cross-legged on the rug between their two twin beds, facing each other. It was the same posture they’d assumed for countless games of go fish or crazy eights, or hockey card trading when Mike was a little younger. Both of them sat clothed in only their pyjama bottoms. It was a cold January night, but alphas run hot. It was late, way after Luke’s bedtime. Their mom was sound asleep in the room across the hall. The only illumination was a rose-coloured lamp that glowed on their nightstand.
“So do you still get boners all the time?” Luke asked.
“Yeah, pretty frequently.”
“Well, pretty much every day. Sometimes a few times a day. I usually wake up with one.”
“Yeah, me too. It makes it hard to pee. So… I’m really old enough to be a dad!?”
“Well, technically, yeah. I guess so. But just keep your junk away from any girls and you won’t have anything to worry about.”
“Have I what?”
“Put it in a girl?”
“Well… yeah. But I use condoms. Just don’t even think about trying it yourself! Not yet anyway. And don’t tell anyone that I do! Especially mom.”
“It’s… just not something that I talk to mom about. If she knows she’ll worry about it.”
“Oh, okay,” Luke said, thinking. “So… how big is it gonna get?”
“Your bone?” Mike shrugged. “Probably about as big as mine, I guess. I don’t think mine’s done growing.”
“Can I see it?”
“I don’t know, bro…”
“Oh, c’mon! You’ve seen mine now.”
“True…” Mike considered. Maybe this was an opportunity. “But… you know… only alpha bros get boned together.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Well… it’s kind of a secret thing. A thing that we just share between us. There’s… there’s more to it, but for now I’ve gotta be able to see if you can keep the whole alpha bro thing between us. Okay? Deal?”
“Okay. Sure, I get it. Deal. Now show me, I wanna see what I’m gonna look like!”
Mike stood up and started untying the drawstring on his pyjamas. He paused when he saw that Luke hadn’t moved.
“I’m not getting naked by myself,” Mike said flatly.
Luke smiled, jumped to his feet, and pushed his pyjamas straight to the floor. Mike chuckled. His whole lifelong Luke never needed much encouragement to get naked. Before he was three years old Mom couldn’t even keep him from running out of the house without a stitch on. Mike dropped his pants and they both sat back down, this time with their legs stretched out toward each other, backs resting against the sides of their beds.
“Whoa! Am I gonna get that hairy down there?” Luke asked.
Mike laughed quietly and shrugged, “Only time will tell, little bro. And I’m not that hairy!”
They both started playing with their penises. Luke had a slim, raging six- or seven-incher standing firmly against his stomach in what seemed like two seconds. Mike’s thick eight-inch bone took a bit longer to inflate. Both guys were left intact, maybe the best thing their dad ever did for them.
“Holy crap!” Luke exclaimed. “Yours is huge!”
Mike chuckled, stroking his bone, “Yeah, I’m definitely bigger than average. For a twelve-year-old, so are you little bro.”
“Your nuts are real big, too!” Luke said.
“Yeah…” Mike admitted with a smile. “In the locker room sometimes my teammates call me ‘Bullsack.’”
They both chuckled.
“Shushhhhh!” Mike said, thinking about their mom sleeping in the next room.
Luke threw Mike a mischievous smile as he stroked his cock, “So now that we’ve got boners, I guess we need to blow our loads to make them go away.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Mike said. “Let’s just do it quietly.”
After a minute or so Luke’s hips bucked, his cock spasmed, and he bit his lips as he shot a couple strings of spunk up onto his ripped, smooth stomach. Mike was surprised he’d had that much saved up after having blown his load earlier that evening. Mike “Bullsack” Forrester, on the other hand, hadn’t gotten off yet that day. This was gonna get messy!
After watching his little brother blow his load, and smelling his fresh alpha seed, Mike’s hips went into overdrive, thrusting his thick, cherrybuster of a cock up into his fist. Soon he grunted and let it fly. Half a dozen thick ropes of rich, white cum blasted up onto his chin and neck, a couple flying over his shoulders and onto his bed. Half a dozen more landed on his chest, abs, and crotch before he was done.
“Holy shit!” Luke exclaimed. “That’s a lot!”
Mike chuckled and threw his little brother a towel before grabbing one himself. Normally he would’ve lapped up at least some of his load, alpha seed was a terrible thing to waste. But he didn’t want Luke’s head to explode on his very first day of being an alpha. Instead he just drank in the scent as much as he could. Mike wondered how far along his brother’s alpha sense of smell had developed. He’d have to save that talk for another time, after he’d figured out a way to have it.
“We can do this whenever you want,” Mike said. “Whenever you need to. Just remember, man, we’re alpha bros now. And that stays between you and me. The longer you keep the alpha bro thing a secret, the more I can tell you about it. Got it?”
Luke nodded seriously.
“Good. Now let’s get some sleep.”
Mike stirred himself awake that morning to find Luke sleeping with him! Sometime in the night, his little brother had crawled into his bed and wrapped Mike’s beefy arm around himself. The two alpha brothers were curled up under the blankets like a couple of cats. It had been years since Luke had wanted to sleep in Mike’s bed with him. But Mike wasn’t going to be quick to object. He inhaled deeply, drinking in his brother’s alpha musk. It seemed to get stronger by the hour and Mike could already feel the energy radiating from him, that special kind of heat.
Maybe that’s why he wanted to sleep with me, Mike thought. Even if Luke’s sense of smell hadn’t developed, it could have been instinct, he could have been drawn to Mike’s energy. Alphas seek to bond with alphas.
Of course, Mike had his usual morning wood trying to break through the fabric of his pyjamas. It rested against his little brother’s lower back. Mike resisted the urge to start humping, although he’d probably been doing it in his sleep for hours already. He’d have to wait to take care of his boner.
Mike moved his arm up and down Luke’s body in an attempt to stir him awake. His brother, it seemed, never bothered to put his pyjamas back on. Then his hand found something wet and sticky. Mike reached down a little lower. Luke also had morning wood but it seemed to have taken care of itself, or tried to—all over his sheets.
Luke moaned in his sleep, reflexively pushing his sticky boner into Mike’s hand.
Mike pulled his hand away, wiped it on his pyjamas and chuckled.
Man, he thought to himself, next I’d better teach this kid how to do laundry!
The months went by and Winter melted into Spring. It was the second day of March Break week for all the schools. Mike was working out in his basement. The compromise for sharing a bedroom with his little brother was that Mike got to do anything he wanted with their basement. Of course he turned it into a gym. It was a cold 400 square feet of poured concrete floor that he shared with the furnace and laundry machines, but it was his.
Over the years, earning money by working part-time in a department store, plus landscaping work in the summers, Mike had quite the setup. He had a professional, 4-post lifting cage, an adjustable bench, and a motley assortment of plates stacked neatly on the floor—all bought used from local fitness centres. For shop class two years ago he even made a preacher bench for doing curls. Mike still remembered his shop teacher when he pitched the project to him. Mr. Martin just shook his head and said, “Well, that’s gotta be the butchest project I’ve heard of in twenty years. What the hell, go for it!”
Currently Mike was dressed in track pants and a hoodie, the hood pulled tightly over his head. He didn’t need the electric heater on anymore, but March was still damn cold in Thunder Bay even for an alpha. He’d just done three sets of squats and was transitioning into deadlifts. Mike loved lifting in his basement, sometimes better than any other gym, especially when he needed to think.
In a few short months Mike would be heading off to university in Vancouver and making a life for himself on the west coast. He’d already been given early acceptance into his program and a spot on the university’s hockey team. Things were looking up. Except he’d be leaving Luke behind. He always knew that he’d have to leave Luke behind, along with everyone else, but now it was starting to feel real. And now he knew that he’d be leaving Luke to discover his alphahood on his own.
Mike loaded the bar, set his feet and shoulders, and pulled up the weight as he slowly exhaled.
Luke would be thirteen years old in September, still way too young for Mike to feel comfortable telling him everything, still way too young for Luke to be able to take the Lore seriously. Selfishly, Mike was glad he hadn’t told Luke more than he already had. At least Luke wouldn’t really know what was happening, that Mike was leaving him on his own. Or would he? And there was no one else to guide Luke through it.
The alpha who made Mike about a year ago had already moved on last September to a new life of his own in the States. His dick stirred at the memories of the hot six months before that. But even those short months had been invaluable to him.
Five heavy sets of deadlifts later Mike was hot and sweating. He stripped off his hoodie, laid it down on his bench, and started setting up for chest presses.
Before he loaded the bar, he checked himself out in the mirror on the wall. Mike was looking good. He wasn’t real cut up, he didn’t have a six-pack like some of the other guys at school, but he didn’t care. Mike loved the size, the bulk he was putting on. He looked as wide as a refrigerator in that mirror, the basement lights bouncing off his pale, clammy skin. He bounced his big, beefy pecs, and smirked at his reflection. Mike was probably most proud of the chest he’d build on himself, especially the patch of fur that had started spreading there. In his mind, nothing said “man” like a powerful chest with a healthy pelt of fur on it.
Just as he was about to slide himself under the barbell when he heard an unmistakable chorus of creaks.
“Hey, Mike!” Luke said as he bounced down the stairs.
“Hey, bro,” Mike said, smiling. “What’s up?”
“I’m bored,” Luke said, slumping on the stairs. He may have looked like a high school student, but his playful attitude and mannerisms constantly reminded Mike of how much growing up his little brother still had to do.
“Everybody’s gone away for the week. Lindsey, Brian… everybody!” Luke continued. “Why can’t we go somewhere warm, too?”
“You know why, bro,” Mike said, letting his head fall to one side. “We can’t afford it. And don’t say stuff like that around Mom, you’ll make her feel bad.”
“I know… And I won’t.”
“Besides, little bro, there’s plenty to do here.”
“Like…” Mike’s eyes widened. “Like learn how to workout with me.”
“Huh? Really?” Luke’s eyebrows shot up.
“Yeah… Yeah, why not. I think it’s about time you graduated from the monkey bars, alpha bro.”
“But… but…” Luke almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “But the basement is your place!”
“Well, it has been my place. But… I’ve been thinking. I’m not gonna be around much after the end of August. So after that… it’ll be your place. And I can’t take this stuff with me, so you should learn how to use all of it.”
Luke was on his feet, getting seriously excited.
Damn, Mike thought. Did the kid grow another inch overnight!?
“Sure, man. Don’t you wanna learn how to get huge like your big alpha bro?”
Mike grinned and threw up a double biceps pose for emphasis.
“Yeah for sure!” Luke said, eyes wide. “What do I do first?”
Five months later, Mike and Luke were at the beach with their Mom, Lindsey, her parents, Brian, his family, and a couple of Mike’s friends from the high school hockey team, friends he’d be saying goodbye to in a few weeks. It was a gorgeous sunny, summer day in Northern Ontario, one that you try to remember all winter long.
The alpha bros were playing one side of a beach volleyball net with Brian. Brian’s younger brother Logan and Mike’s two former teammates were on the other. Lindsey was lounging with the grown-ups.
“Good lord, Carol,” Lindsey’s mom said to Mike and Luke’s mom. “What in the world do you feed your boys?”
Carol Forrester chuckled. This was a question she’d been asked many times over the years.
“The list of what they don’t eat would be shorter, Mary,” she joked.
Mike knew that Luke would probably respond well to weight training with him, but over the past five months his little alpha bro had gone from healthy looking to downright studly. He was turning thirteen in a month, but he looked more like an athletic sixteen-year-old. Last week he and Mike did a weigh-in and Luke tipped the scales at 155 pounds, every bit of it muscle. Already at a height of five-foot-ten, Luke was obviously going to power right past the lanky stage that plagued most teenage guys. And it was starting to look like Luke would be built a lot leaner than his big brother. At six-foot-two Mike was going to start university at a solid 220 pounds. He looked forward to charging down the hockey rink like a freight train in about a month’s time.
“Way to go, Luke!” Brian exclaimed.
Luke had just spiked the ball and ended the game.
“Thanks, man!” Luke said, knocking fists with his friend.
“You sure are getting big!” Brian said, squeezing his buddy’s shoulder. “Glad you’re on my side!”
Luke laughed, “You bet, man!”
Just then a group of three high school aged girls walked by their volleyball net, all of them very shapely and wearing nothing by the skimpiest of bikinis, all tossing smiles and looks of interest over their shoulders as they chatted and strolled by on the sand.
“Hey, ladies!” Mike called after them, waving and flashing his killer smile. “Got time for a game?”
They giggled and one of them said, “Maybe later.”
One brunette, who might’ve been Latina, locked eyes with Luke and waved at him. Luke smiled and managed to bring his hand up to wave back. Unfortunately his hand wasn’t the only part of him waving back.
“Luke!” Brian whispered up at him. “Get in the water, dude. You’ve totally got a boner.”
Sure enough, Luke looked down to find his swimming trunks tenting quite visibly.
“Shit!” he hissed and charged out into the water. Brian, grinning from ear to ear, followed close behind him.
Later on Mike and Luke went off to change into their jeans and t-shirts for dinner. There was a changing room off the beach that was little more than cinder blocks, a fibreglass roof, and some wooden benches. It was just the two of them. Luke was buck naked checking himself out in the dirtiest of mirrors above the room’s solitary, nonfunctional sink. He crunched into an ab pose that could have been on the cover of a Calvin Klein underwear box. Then he bounced his pert, little pecs for the better part of a minute, grinning broadly. Once Luke had gained enough mass to flex his chest something like his big brother, he practised as often as he possibly could.
“Lookin’ good, Lucky Lukey!” Mike said as he pulled his own swimming trunks off and wrung them out in the sink.
“Thanks!” Luke said, always eager to drink in praise from his brother. “I can’t wait until I’m as big as you. That’ll be awesome!”
“Don’t try to look like me. You’ll have your own looks. But you’re my alpha bro, so you’ll probably still be damn sexy!”
Mike came up behind his younger brother, giving him a big bear hug and a kiss on the top of his head. They both admired their entwined naked bodies in the mirror.
“The high school girls are gonna be all over you, man.”
Luke put his arms over Mike’s.
“I hope so!” Luke said, smiling. “Some days I feel like I just can’t wait to… you know… with a girl. But then some days I… I…”
Luke looked away from their reflection, gathering his thoughts.
“You know you can tell me anything, Luke,” Mike said softly. “Remember, we’re alpha bros.”
“Well…” Luke continued, locking his brother’s gaze in the mirror. “Some other days I feel like I just can’t wait to… you know… with a… with a guy.”
“Oh…” Mike said in a low voice.
“Is that… I mean… are you cool with that?”
“Of course I am,” Mike said, squeezing his little brother. “I have fun with other guys. I’ve told you that. But are you okay with having those feelings?”
“I think so. I mean, I haven’t done anything yet. But… sometimes Brian really turns me on. And… then there’s this blond guy who was in my class last year. He definitely does it for me. But… I don’t think a lot of other guys have these feelings yet. It’s… It’s kinda hard being… you know, so far ahead of everyone else. I always feel… out of sync.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… I’m so much bigger than the other kids my age, but most of the kids in my grade are older than me. And… my closest friends are a year younger than me. I always feel like… I don’t quite fit anywhere.”
Mike could only imagine. He himself had been bigger than most of the kids in his grade, but Luke was off the scales. Unbeknownst to Luke his teachers actually wanted him to start high school in September in an attempt to address this very issue. Their mom had confided this in Mike to get his opinion before the end of the school year. Luke’s grades were top of the class and they thought skipping Grade Eight might be best for him given how puberty had seemed to hit him at warp speed. But Luke was already one of the youngest kids in his grade. In the end Mom decided against it. At the time Mike had agreed. He was starting to question that now, but what’s done is done. Luke would just have to be patient. Good thing he was generally a pretty chill kid.
“It’ll get easier in high school, man,” Mike consoled him. “Trust me. Just wait one more year. One more year of cold showers and jerking off alone.”
“Then you can start thinking about finding someone and exploring your bodies together. Just… don’t go too fast.”
Luke sighed, “Okay. I can do that. And thanks, Mike. I love you.”
Luke turned his head up to look his brother in the eyes. They kissed.
“I love you, too, bro.”
Mike was relieved. But he did feel the need to give his alpha bro something else in way of encouragement.
“And anyway,” Mike continued. “You’ll probably find that dudes are more willing to… you know, play with you… like that.”
“Really?” Luke said.
“Oh, yeah. For most guys sex is… less serious. And of course you don’t have to worry about getting them pregnant.”
“Yeah, I definitely don’t wanna get a girl pregnant,” Luke said. “So… you like guys too?”
“I mostly like girls,” Mike said. “But sometimes I find a guy who… just does it for me.”
And that guy is usually an alpha, Mike thought privately. He inhaled his brother’s musk and felt a rush of blood move to his crotch. Down, boy!
But then he looked down and saw that Luke was already at full mast!
“Yeah…” Luke said. “For me, I think it’s more fifty-fifty… So far anyway. So, um… Before we get dressed for dinner, do you think we could do our alpha bro thing?”
“Sure thing, bro. We can’t have you popping a boner watching the sausages cook.”
Mike reached down and gently stroked Luke’s cock with one hand, pressing his body firmly into his with the other and drinking in his alpha musk with every breath. Luke’s head fell back onto his shoulder in a breathy moan. Mike swore Luke’s cock was getting bigger by the week. By the time he hit high school he’d already have over seven inches.
Lucky little shit, Mike thought playfully.
Mike’s own cock had been experiencing quite the growth spurt as well ever since he became an alpha. When fully hard it was well over eight inches long now and almost as thick as his wrist! He felt it rising in that moment, the top of it pressing against the crack of Luke’s smooth, round bubble butt. But he pushed away any lusty thoughts that arose in his mind. If Luke could wait, so could he.
Suddenly Luke’s hips started bucking into his hand and then—
“Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuuuuuuck!”
Luke’s cock exploded and the changing room mirror got even dirtier.
“Nice, man!” Mike said. “You got some good distance that time. Volume, too! Shit.”
“Thanks,” Luke said, panting like he’d just ran the hundred metre dash. “Want me to do you?”
“Sure, bro. Let’s switch.”
They switched positions and Mike stood between Luke and the mirror, though Luke could barely get his chin over Mike’s shoulder. He tugged Mike’s thickening cock with one hand and squeezed his plum-sized testicles with the other.
“Yeah…” Mike groaned. “Squeeze my nuts, dude. That feels good.”
Luke did as he was told until Mike’s thick cock was fully rock hard and leaking clear, salty precum like a fountain. Then Luke needed both hands to stroke it properly. Then Mike saw Luke’s cock rising again, between his legs, until his huge nuts were resting on top of it.
“Dude!” Mike laughed. “You’re hard again!? Fuck!”
But Luke was lost in sensation. He started thrusting his hips, masturbating himself on his big alpha brother’s ballsack as he pumped Mike’s huge cock with his hands. Luke groaned and shot another load onto the sink. That was all it took for Mike.
He trust his hips powerfully into Luke’s hands, groaned like a grizzly bear, and his cum cannon fired a dozen, thick ropes of steamy alpha seed onto the changing room’s dirty mirror and sink, the last few falling onto his cock and Luke’s hands.
“Damn, Mike!” said Luke. “You always cum buckets!”
“Yeah,” Mike said, panting. “We sure got this sink pregnant, didn’t we?”
Luke laughed and released Mike, bringing his hands up to his face and licking his brother’s cum off of them. Mike raised an eyebrow and smiled at him.
“What?” Luke said innocently. “I already know what mine tastes like.”
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