I’ve mentioned several times here that I haven’t serviced any Alphas since starting this blog last summer, mainly due to an overwhelming work schedule. While it’s true that I could probably service random Alphas every night of the week, I’m not really a slutty faggot and one-timers don’t interest me much. I prefer to serve one Man faithfully.

But Alpha Glenn finally pushed enough buttons, and the inevitable happened. Long-time readers may remember my early stories about Alpha Glenn (here is my first description of him). Alpha Glenn is a sexy black guy I have worked with for a few years. Even though Alpha Glenn is totally straight (girlfriend, five kids), he somehow saw through my professional facade and called me out as a faggot. It was breathtaking, as always.

Over the months Glenn continued to flirt with me, often getting me alone to demand a blowjob. I flirted back, of course, but I wasn’t going to push the issue at work where there could be potential problems. I know that straight Men can sometimes become uncomfortable for a time following service from a faggot. I didn’t really want anything to disrupt our friendship.

But everything changed yesterday. Glenn strutted into my office early Friday morning with a big smile on his face.

“What’s up, cutie?” he said flirtatiously. I was busy ta the moment, but I flashed him a warm smile.

“Got some news for ya … I got a new job, starting next week!” he blurted. My heart sank, and he could tell. We discussed his plans (he’s moving his family across the state to this new job, which pays better and will allow him to stop working so much).

Then Glenn leaned over me to reach my calendar, and I felt it – his heavy dick rubbing up against my arm. I flinched a little – I wasn’t sure if he meant for that to happen.

“Oooh, you like that, eh, cutie?” Glenn asked, smiling down at me. I looked up, nodding.

“Don’t be shy, fag,” Glenn purred, “You know you want my dick down your throat.”

Then Glenn reached down, grabbed my right hand, and placed it on his cock. He was semi hard and HUGE. He rubbed my hand up and down on it, his unwavering eyes glued to mine as he enjoyed my reaction.

“It’s so big,” I mumbled as I massaged Glenn’s monster cock.

“It ain’t too big for you, faggot … I just know it. I need to find out how good you are with that throat before I leave,” said Glenn seriously.

So I gave Glenn my address and told him to meet me there when I finished my day. I had a BBQ later in the evening, but I had an hour or so.

That was all Glenn needed.

When I got home, Glenn was in my driveway. “Mmmmm you couldn’t wait for this, could ya faggot?” Glenn asked playfully. I smiled sweetly as I unlocked the door.

As I entered, I prepared to show Glenn my house (he’d never been there before), but suddenly I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. Glenn spun me around to face him. “Let’s get to this,” said Glenn as his hand pushed me down to my knees. I looked up at him as he smoothly undid his pants. He was wearing boxers, and I could see his long cock straining against the fabric. Then Glenn pushed his boxers down, and his big straight cock bounced up and down in my face.

I started to move toward it when Glenn grabbed my hair and held my head in place. With his other hand Glenn grabbed his dick and put the head at my lips. “Open up, bitch,” Glenn said firmly. I opened my mouth and extended my tongue. Glenn slapped his dick a couple of times on my tongue, teasing me. Then Glenn shoved it into my mouth.

Even though I’ve been diligently practicing on my dildos, nothing really compares to the feeling of a real cock attached to a real Man who is horny. I gagged a couple of times on Glenn’s cock as he aggressively thrust it into my throat.

Then Glenn smacked me on the cheek. “Faggot, concentrate and suck my dick,” Glenn said. It was just what I needed to hear. Suddenly my mind focused on the task at hand (rather than the heady feeling of this fantasy coming true). I slowly went all the way down on Glenn’s dick once, trying to get as much of his 8-9 inch cock into my throat. Then I pulled back, gently licked the excess saliva off of it, and then went all the way down again. And again. And again.

Glenn grabbed my head, his hips matching the movements of my mouth. “Uuuuhhhh … that’s what I’m talking about,” Glenn groaned as we reached synchronicity. My mind was off, my mouth and throat simply one long hole. I could feel my throat muscles relaxing and eagerly accepting the entire length of Glenn’s cock.

Finally, Glenn’s cock head stiffened, and his groans grew louder. “Oh fuck, bitch, you ready?” Glenn growled. I definitely was ready. Suddenly Glenn yanked his cock out of me and held my head in place as the first shot of cum splashed on my chin. Glenn stroked his cock at the opening of my greedy mouth as two strong gushes of straight cum blasted my tongue and the inside of my mouth. Then Glenn put his cock back into my throat for the finish, and I could feel his cock spasm inside of me as he delivered his payload.

Glenn was muttering unintelligibly as he finished. I greedily swallowed his potent semen before dutifully cleaning his dick with my mouth. Glenn just stood there and watched my attentiveness with amazement.

Finally, Glenn started pulling his pants up. “Damn, girls don’t suck dick like that,” Glenn mumbled. I just smiled back, still on my knees. Once his pants were on, he gazed at me with that shocked look many straight Men have after their first encounter with a faggot.

Then Glenn playfully smacked me on the face. “Damn, cutie, if I had known you were telling the truth, I would’ve done this a long time ago,” Glenn said, smiling.

“Yes, Sir,” I said respectfully.

Glenn laughed. “Damn,” he said as he shook his head, turned, and left.

I’m going to really miss that Alpha now.