I always loved when Aaron would decide to spend the night. Unlike my other straight friends, Aaron insisted that he sleep with me in my queen sized bed rather than the couch or the floor. I would offer the bed to use by himself, but he’d always flash a warm smile and pull me into bed with him. He was an Alpha who never felt threatened by my homosexuality.
Our bodies would snuggle close enough to feel warmth. I loved the weight of his heavy, muscular body next to mine, the sweet smell of his musk surrounding me under the covers. Aaron always slept like a baby at my place, but I would stay up all night enjoying the soothing comfort of having this strong Alpha next to me at night.
One night I decided to test Aaron. I knew that Alphas have an instinctual need to be protectors of weaker people in their charge, so I wanted to conduct an experiment. I slowly positioned myself next to his body and then started to fake a terrible nightmare. I shivered. I moaned lightly. It was an Academy Award winning performance.
Soon enough, Aaron woke up from the commotion next to him. He rolled over on his back and reached out a hand to stroke my hair. I pretended to bolt awake.
“You okay?” Aaron whispered, still stroking my hair.
“I … I don’t know. What happened?” I asked sadly, lying through my teeth.
“You were shaking,” said Aaron, concern in his voice. He knew of the rape, my nightmares.
“Oh, I’m sorry …” I replied, feigning frustration.
Aaron put a strong hand behind my head, pulling me to him. “Come here,” he whispered.
He pulled my head onto his chest and wrapped his arms around me. His body under me felt like the Earth, huge and vast. I could hear his heart thumping under his enormous pecs. I ran a hand over them as I got comfortable in his arms.
He held me for a while, gently brushing my hair with his hand.
“You feel better now?” asked Aaron tenderly.
“Yes, thank you,” I replied, more than satisfied.
“Good, I need to go to the bathroom,” he said as he carefully extracted himself from my embrace. He knew my condominium well enough to navigate it in complete darkness and find the bathroom. I could hear the flick of the switch, the opening of the toilet.
Then came a sound that only faggots can really appreciate: the resonant sound of a well-built Man taking a piss. It went on forever, and seemed more like a waterfall than a urine stream.
Eventually Aaron returned to bed. To my surprise, he positioned himself next to me and pulled my head back onto his chest.
I smiled wickedly in the darkness. “I love hearing you piss,” I whispered.
“You sicko. Why?” asked Aaron.
“Because it sounds like such a huge stream. It’s the sound of a Man pissing,” I whispered.
Aaron laughed slightly. “Well, it IS a Man pissing.”
“Yes Sir,” I replied sheepishly, “it just sounds bigger than most.”
Except for our breathing, there was silence. Then Aaron grabbed my right hand, pulled it from his left pectoral, and placed it on his cock. It was soft, but was still long and incredibly thick. I groped it slightly, my breaths quickening.
“See, that’s why it sounds like that,” Aaron said. Then, just as suddenly, he pulled my hand away and placed it back on his chest. “But you can’t have that, so go back to sleep.”
Little did he know that I would eventually get it. My little ruse had awakened the Alpha in him.