The following are works of erotic fiction. Although they may be based on real life events, the content, names, and all details should be viewed as fictional and should only be read by readers 18 and over. Alpha Titus shared his story with Alpha Lyon who compiled and created this post.

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“So how do you know Will?”

“We fuck.” The answer to my question was so unapologetically honest, I choked a little on my cold lemonade. I was still getting used to the fact that some people in the San Francisco power community were so comfortable with their sexuality as to be openly bold about it. “I mean, he fucks me when I need a rough fuck. How about you?”

I tried to gather my composure to mimic Felix’s as I prepared my answer. Staring into his deep brown eyes wasn’t helping. “He’s my mentor.”

“Mentor for what?”

“This BDSM thing.” I did not know how much Will had revealed to Felix about our arrangement, and how Will had been helping me hone my innate Alpha tendencies.

“I figured that much out since…well…it’s Will.” Felix’s eyes scanned my body and I wondered if he was also trying to figure out why Will had told us to meet. “My husband and I have been into the scene for a few years now. Especially the Domination/submission part of it. You?”

“Same.” I collected the clues and tried to piece together whatever cryptic lesson Will was trying to teach by this meet-up. Perhaps it’s a lesson in open relationships? Cuckolding? I would need more information. “Will’s teaching me to be a Dom.”

“No one can really teach someone to be a Dom,” Felix laughed in a way that bordered on condescension. “You either are or you aren’t a Dom. You can’t make someone into something they’re not. For example, I’m a bottom. Nothing anyone can do to change wanting a dick in me.”

Sounds like a bossy bottom. Maybe Will is looking to see if I can break him? “I can see that. Total top here. No interest in ever getting fucked. I don’t even suck dick. No fluids near my mouth.”

“Kinda a waste with an ass like yours,” Felix said loudly enough that the couple at the table next to us turned around. “But I get that part. What I don’t get is the ‘no sucking dick’ thing. Feels great making a cock hard in your mouth. Tasting the precum, knowing that a big load is coming. Knowing it’s your mouth controlling them. Knowing the power that comes from making another man unable to hold back.” Felix lowered his thick lips onto his straw in an obvious innuendo. I’d be lying if I didn’t say it didn’t make me think about his lips on my cock. “But you’re still learning.” Again with the pejorative tone. “So, let me see how well I know you. You’re probably dying to tell me how big you are.”

“8 and thick enough. Why? You want some?” Again the couple at the next table turned around, but I refused to let Felix take control over the tempo of this conversation.

“My husband’s 10, but I’m not a size queen. Besides, it’s not the size that matters – “

“I know; it’s what you do with it.”

“No. It’s who it’s attached to that matters more.”

I was beginning to hate how Felix seemed to be one step ahead, hate his smarmy responses, and hate how all of it made me want to fuck him even more.

“Well, I’m going to head home,” Felix said abruptly, tossing his half-drank drink in the trash before turning back to me. “So what’s it going to be: we going to fuck or are you going to sit there all day?”

I took one last hasty sip as I stared back at the couple who were fully engaged, waiting for my answer. I looked them both in the eyes as I shouted my response to Felix and the rest of the nosy listeners. “Oh, we’re definitely going to fuck.”