This post is a submission from an Alpha reader named @alphacub. It describes his slow realization that he was really born an Alpha, and how he came to realize this truth:

I grew up a good, quiet guy. In school I was a chameleon, which is to say that I had friends in all of the cliques around school. I wasn’t the most popular guy on campus but pretty much everybody knew my name. I had always noticed people looking at me and I always had dates if I wanted them. I thought nothing of it. 

During Sophomore year this new kid moves to town and he immediately befriends me as I was his “Lead” around school. A “Lead” is an upper-classman who helps you learn your way around campus and generally tries to look out fir you during your freshman year. Scotty and I hung around and became inseparable during that year. Fast-forward two years later, Scotty goes off to boot camp for the summer on the early entry program. He has to come back and finish his diploma before he gets sent to AIT and ships out wherever they’re gonna send him. As usual I worked all that summer and didn’t see him until he came back from Boot.  Wow! He left this tiny little twig of a kid and came back with chest & arms that you wouldn’t believe! I was considering the military at the time so he immediately offered to help me with workouts and all to be prepared at the end of my Senior year.

We started working out together and he starts paying a lot of attention to me. I stayed over at his place one night and we’re watching TV when he asks me if I’ve ever thought of doing anything with a guy. I completely froze. I had no idea why he was asking and was confused by the change in topic. I said no and asked him if he had. He immediately said yes that he wanted to get fucked by someone. I was shocked. The way we were both brought up was that homosexuality was a sin and we would burn in Hell if we did anything like that! I just said wow. So, I thought for a few minutes and then asked him why he hadn’t done it yet. He quietly says “because I haven’t asked the guy I want to do it.”

It didn’t take long for me to figure out he was talking about me. I asked him why he hadn’t asked the guy. I pointed out that, with his size and muscularity, if the guy tried to take a swing at him or something he’d easily be able to kick his ass, so why not just ask? He turned off his TV, looked straight at me, then told me I was the one he wanted to do it to him. I asked him why. Things were going so fast that I needed time to process all of this. I was still in shock. He said, “Well you’re my best friend and I’ve always liked you. Not to mention your big dick!” I asked if he was afraid I’d hurt him and he said no; Army guys could take any pain. “Pain is just weakness leaving the body,“ he said.  I thought about it for a few minutes and decided to just go for it! It was amazing. I fucked him as hard as I could, and the harder I slammed into him the more he moaned and begged for me not to stop. 

After that night I didn’t see or hear from him for 4 years. I had moved to Colorado and then moved back home to Florida. I found his number when I was ready to move back to Panama City and so I called him up to see if he might be able to rent a room to me till I could get my own place. He said “Hell yeah! Come on down!"  I got to town and got the biggest hug ever! He was all glad to see me and told me about his wife and little boy. He still had to work for a few hours but she was gonna come pick me up and help me get settled in, and he’d see me when he got off work That night she was headed off to play Bingo and had already put the kid to bed so I had about half an hour till he get home. 

The second he walked through the door he gave me another hug, then went to take a bath. He called me into the bathroom and kissed me. He told me how much he’d missed me and that all he wanted was to please me again. We had a hell of a night! He was my first fag. To this day, I call and he drops everything to see me and do whatever I ask. 

I recently called him to let him know about my "discovery and acceptance” of being an Alpha; all he said was: “It’s about time, Sir!" 

Thanks to your blog and a few others I am finally the Alpha that I always have been! The difference is, I know it now! Thanks for everything!

I always love hearing experiences of Alphas discovering their Alphahood!

As with many Alphas, this Alphahood manifested itself after several years of experience and growth. It occasionally takes time for Alphas to accept the power Nature bestowed upon them, to bear the weight of responsibility as a Leader of Men and Owner of the world. It takes a certain strange humility to accept worship from inferiors, to take on the rightful position as their King, their god. It is a heady proposition, to be sure, but Alphas come to accept this as their birthright.

I thank Sir @alphacub for sharing his incredible story! May you continue to reign supreme, Sir, and receive the worship and devotion you deserve!