Alphas are breeding machines, ready to unload just about every hour. Gay sex Kai & Eric Part II was working at the bar one chilly autumn afternoon, when a group of them came in: four alphas, each nearly unable to fit through the doorframe, clearing 6’5 and over 300 pounds each, easily. Alphas eat and drink at volumes we humans can’t comprehend, and their athletic performance, mental prowess and sexual stamina is beyond our conception. He licked my lips now. I felt every individual brick of his abdomen as he breathed, a solid wall against me. “You don’t ever have to worry about paying rent or getting by again,” he said. The luckiest among us are brought home or recruited, becoming the personal property of an alpha. He smacked me with the tip. “Now, let’s go home and have a proper celebration, with all the guys, what do you say?”****His penthouse was vast, an entire floor, with high ceilings and wide doors. These four were well known, like all of them: each a triple PHD, with at least twenty books written among them, and none of them was older than 40, all built like tanks. “Isn’t our bartender gorgeous?” one of them said. He made out with me voraciously, and his friends each took a turn.
