One of the most wonderful benefits of running a blog like this is the opportunity it affords me to talk to some truly astounding Alphas. I view every Alpha I meet like he is the rarest and most valuable jewel ever unearthed. Occasionally I am disappointed, but then again, sometimes my expectations are completely blown away.
Tonight I met Sir Titus. He definitely leveled me in a way I haven’t experienced often since meeting the legendary California Alpha four years ago.
Sir Titus is a 39-year-old Alpha currently serving in the American armed forces. Like California Alpha, Sir Titus is a straight Alpha who discovered the worship of faggots and incorporated them into his daily diet of sexual conquests. A dark-complected cross between Benjamin Bratt and Cristiano Ronaldo – except more muscular – Sir Titus was blessed from birth and preordained as Alpha. Thousands of females and faggots have been sacrificed upon his long, thick, meaty Alpha cock (I’ve seen it – gorgeous). His appetites are typically Alpha – voracious, undeniable, and all-consuming.
But he told me the story of his first experience using and claiming his first faggot in college, and he agreed to let me share it with you. It gave me a WIDE-ON, and I’m sure all of my faggots will love it as well. However, this story also contains nuggets of advice for burgeoning Alphas out there as well.
I’ll stop gushing and let Sir Titus tell his story:
I’ve always been an alpha, a leader, the one people trusted and followed. It wasn’t until college that I had my first experience with a sub and embraced being a Dom.
Our lodging for college was like a 2 bedroom apartment but without a kitchen. There was a shared common area living room and a shared bathroom for 4 people.
My roommate was openly gay, and I never had any problems with that since I had known gay people back home. What was different, though, was after a month or two, he started doing things for me without me asking. I’d come home and find the room cleaned, my bed made, and he even offered to do my laundry. He started doing them under the pretense of wanting to just help out since he knew I had a busy schedule. Then I started to notice little things.
I caught him one time sniffing my underwear, for example. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was just checking if they were clean or needed to get washed. Funny thing was, I had just come back from the gym and left them on the floor while I showered, so even just by looking at them, there’s no way you would’ve thought those sweaty briefs were clean.
One night, I was super horny and thought I was alone in the room. I whipped out my cock and jacked off while watching porn with my headphones on. I didn’t hear or notice that he was actually in his bed as the covers were pulled up over his head initially when I did a “pre-check” of the room.
After I finished, as I was wiping my load off my chest, I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was there. He must have been watching through a crack in his blanket.
I started noticing a pattern though: he would pretend to either not be there or be asleep, I would jack off, and every time, he would be watching me. I never acknowledged that I would catch him though because since I kinda liked the attention, I didn’t really care. It never crossed over though until the end of the first quarter.
One Saturday morning. I had spent the night at a house party and fucking some chick all night. I could feel that my cock was still sticky from her pussy and I needed to shower. When I got back to the dorm room, I heard someone was taking a shower in the bathroom. I had to piss and was waiting to give them privacy, but when I couldn’t wait any longer, I went in, stood over the toilet, and pulled my cock out.
I heard my roommate from the other side of the curtain and we exchanged some small talk while I pissed for what felt like forever. I was still a little buzzed and didn’t notice that my roommate had finished his shower. He had pulled the curtain back to grab his towel but stopped when he saw me standing there pissing. It was the first time he had gotten a good look at my cock and when I caught him, he just said that he was staring because my cock was kinda shiny and slick looking and he was puzzled. I told him how I had spent my night fucking and it probably looked that way from still having lube and juice from the chick’s cunt still on it. Being a little drunk and still very horny, I asked him,
“I know you’re gay, but you ever tasted pussy?”
“You want to right now?”
I gave a nod down to my cock, but since he was either confused or hesitant, I had to spell it out for him.
“My cock still has pussy on it. If you want to taste pussy, you can by licking it off my cock.”
He seemed conflicted and I didn’t feel like waiting for an answer. I took off the rest of my clothes, and stepped into the shower.
“While you’re deciding, I need to wash off”, I said, and pushed him to the back of the shower and stepped in.
For reference, the shower was a tiled walk-in shower that was big enough for multiple people. I had 2 other girls in there with me a few weeks prior, so, yeah, you know…
I turned on the shower and faced towards him, letting the water run down my body, from my shoulders to my chest, tracing my abs, along my hips and down my legs. I love that feeling and closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation.
I almost forgot I wasn’t alone in there until I felt that familiar sensation of lips making contact with my cock. I opened my eyes and looked down. He was so hesitant at first and was looking up at me the whole time. I was too horny and buzzed to give a fuck, so I just grabbed the back of his head and slid my cock into his mouth.
Poor guy could hardly take even half of it before he started to choke. I pulled my cock out because I wanted to fuck his mouth, not have him pass out. I asked him if it was too much for him, but his response revealed his true nature.
“No, sir. I can take it all. It just has a strong taste. I’m too much of a fag to enjoy the flavor, but if cleaning it means I get to taste you, I’ll do whatever it takes.”
And there it was. Three things that I later learned was common for subs.
Referring to alphas as “sir”
Revulsion towards pussy
Admitting that no matter what, they’ll suffer if it makes the alpha happy
“So you’d do anything? I can do whatever?”
He nodded as he went back to trying to deepthroat me. My cock was getting hard again and by now, it must’ve been tasting more like me and less like the cunt I had plowed a few hours before because he showed me the true lust of a fag. No chick had ever sucked my cock so eagerly, so skillfully, and with such lustful appreciation. He took it all the way down and worked his throat on it to massage it. It felt good and, despite already having cum twice within the past 8 hours, it wasn’t going to be long before I was ready to blow another load.
I took his hands by the wrists and placed them on my pecs, letting him feel the muscles I knew he had been longing to caress since he first saw me. As his hands explored my body, I flexed each muscle group as he touched them until they settled on my glutes where he gripped as I clenched. I moaned and told him I was close.
He gripped my ass and sucked harder, giving me the perfect non-verbal indicator of where he wanted me to cum. I told him to get ready because I was about to reward him with what he’d been wanting: my load down his throat.
He went into overdrive and with that, I gave my first submissive faggot his reward.
Once the orgasmic shakes stopped, I pulled my cock out of his mouth as he selfishly tried to lick the rest of my cum up.
“Now get out of my shower. I need to wash up.”
“I’m going to get breakfast and then the library. I’ll be back around noon. My lunch….?”
“Will be waiting for you.”
“And my cock?”
“Will be sucked and worshiped for you.”
“Good. Now fuck off faggot.”
And as he left, I felt empowered, realizing the benefits that came with my true calling, and thought to myself,
“I could get used to this….”
For additional info, I moved to San Francisco after college and got connected by another alpha who really helped me hone my skills. He taught me a lot. I like to think of it as I was a hammer before, but now I’m a scalpel.
I got into a thoroughly enjoyable conversation with this tremendous Alpha Male, including a few philosophical discussions on the nature of Alphahood and faggotry that I’ll save for another time.
I highly recommend that you all head over to his Tumblr blog @alphaexploits and follow him! It’s not often we get to savor the words of a true human god! Sir Titus is one of them!