Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2001 15:54:53 -0400
From: David Buffet <tightserve@hotmail.com>
Subject: Alpha Male - Chapter 35

Chapter 35: Death and Birth
	"You want to drive, or do shotgun?" Dan asked.
	Adam was still flipping though the magazine.  The idea of his having sex
was no more extraordinary, it seems, than a game of poker or watching TV.
It was just something else to do in an evening.
	"I'll take the wheel," he said to the Sports Illustrated.
	Was I bothered that Dan was offering sex with me as casually as he would an
extra cookie or a swig of his soda?  I surely had been when Brad had offered
my services to Doug without my permission.  But permission with Dan seemed
to be something different.  My knees were open to him.  I had already given
him permission, of a sort.  Was it a carte blanche?  If he told me to strip
naked, drive to the convenience store and offer myself to the clerk, would I
do it?  He wouldn't do that to me, would he?  It didn't matter, I decided.
It was not happening then, so I didn't have to worry about it then.
	Instead, then, Dan was holding me against him on the bed as he leaned back
against the wall.  One hand nestled down my shirt playing with my right
nipple, the other snaked around my waist and under my shorts to tug at and
lightly twist my balls.  Adam stood and walked over in front of us.
	Again, I was struck by the fact that on a purely objective level he was not
the most handsome of men.  I did not usually find thin lips, the smallness
of his nose, or the few freckles across his cheeks particularly appealing.
Dan's visage was more strikingly handsome than Adam's, and if thumbing
through a book of head shots, you would be more likely to stop to marvel at
Dan's picture.  But objectivity was meaningless when faced with Adam.  He
was a package, from the eyes that read your soul to the mind that
manipulated it.  Were Matt a dog, he would be a juvenile lab.  Were Doug, he
would be a St. Bernard.  But Adam was a shepherd, sleek and loyal and
menacing and dangerous.  He was lupine.
	From behind me, Dan began to lift my shirt over my head at the same time
that Adam reached in and began undoing my shorts from the front.  At once I
was being stripped at both ends by two men who were equally determined that
the piece of clothing they had chosen should come off first.  The absurdity
of the sideways position this twisted me into made me crack up.
	"One at a time, boys!"
	"Naw..." said Dan.
	"Both together..." said Adam.  That they both answered at the same time
made me laugh even harder.
	"What the fuck?!" I giggled as the shirt and shorts went flying, albeit in
different directions, to the floor.  "I am *not* a competition!  Even the
good kind!"
	Dan and Adam shared the same sudden smile and glint in the eye.
	"Competition?" asked Dan playfully, daringly.
	"Sounds good to me," answered Adam.
	"No!  You can't do..."  My words were cut off as, simultaneously, Dan
pushed down on my shoulders and Adam, taking me by the knees, pulled me out
and up.  Without knowing quite how I got there, I was flat on the sheets
with my legs in the air and my ass just over the bed's edge.  Still managing
to hold me in position, Dan discarded his shorts while Adam let his fall to
the floor.  They were playing me in unison.  In no time, dicks - big hard
dicks - were pointing at all available orifices.  Dan knelt above my head
while Adam stood before my ass, resting the soles of my feet on his
shoulders.
	"On your mark," Dan said.
	"No," Adam said, "*your* Mark."
	"Oh, indubitably!"
	"Indubitably!"  They were doing Chip and Dale again.  But this time, I was
into it.  I was giddy with laughter, and my ass itched as much as my tongue
did.
	"Get set,"
	"Quite set, thank you very much."
	"No, thank *you*!"
	"Oh, no!  Thank *you*!"
	"But no, thank..."
	"Shut the fuck up and do me!"
	"Pushy little bottom, isn't he?" Adam said.
	"Now I've forgotten where we were," Dan replied.  They both tisked
vigorously, very much like a chipmunk would, were a chipmunk actually able
to tisk.
	"Get set?"
	"Yes, yes.  I think it was 'get set.'"
	"Get set," Dan said.  They both pointed their dicks at me - Dan's at my
mouth which waited open and salivating below it and Adam's at my ass, which
I was desperately trying to relax in preparation for what was, evidently,
going to be a dry fuck.
	Adam took a deep breath and held it for a second.  I braced myself.
	"Go!"
	"I could go for a sandwich, myself."
	"Oh, a sandwich would be good."
	To my utter shock, the 'go' was not followed by action.  Instead they had
continued their shtick without missing a beat.  They had surprised the laugh
right out of me.  I lay there gape-mouthed as Dan climbed off the bed and
the two of them started toward the door, each half-naked, ostensibly to go
make themselves sandwiches.
	"Freeze!" I shouted.  They froze, as if kids caught with their hands in a
cookie jar.
	"Turn!"  They pivoted on their heels.
	"Move!"  They approached the bed sheepishly.
	"You," I barked, pointing at Dan, "up here.  You," I snapped my hand back
to point at Adam, "down there!"
	Dan climbed back on the bed and knelt above my head.  Adam stood between my
spread legs.  I raised them and put my heels back on the tops of his pecs.
	"Now fuck!" I said, adding, "and as God is my witness, don't you boys make
me stop this car!"
	They grinned at each other.
	Adam brought his right hand to my mouth, cupping it under my lower lip.  I
spat into it.  He applied my saliva to his dick, still rock hard, and
returned his hand to my mouth.  I gave him another shot, which he used to
put another coat on his shaft.  The third time, instead of cupping below my
lip, he stuck two fingers in my mouth.  I coated them liberally with spit,
loving, once again, the tang of him.
	Adam removed his fingers and began rubbing at my pucker.  Now that my mouth
was free, Dan moved a little forward and sat on my face.  His balls rested
heavily on my chin, and I was treated to the funky bouquet of sex that had
gathered behind them.  I breathed deeply of it and lapped at him.  The black
hairs that grew from his pale skin scratched my lips.  Enjoying the
attention from me, he pressed down, wedging my nose between his ass cheeks.
I was in darkness, enjoying a total eclipse of his moon.
	Meanwhile, Adam had inserted his ring and index finger into my ass and was
working at stretching me out.  Pushing in to the third knuckle with the two
fingers of his right hand, he took his left and began, rhythmically, to slap
his right wrist.  Each slap jarred the fingers inside me in a deliciously
pleasing way.  I found my anal ring relaxing.  He withdrew to the first
knuckles, and began spreading his fingers apart in a victory sign.  My ass
had become plastic in response to him.  I think he could have fisted me had
he chosen to.
	Dan moved a little forward still and spread his cheeks for me.  His pucker
was now in range of my tongue, and I dove for it like a Kamikaze.  The mossy
taste of sex and privacy made me leak.  But he was so tight!  My tongue
hardly dented his ring.  Wondering how the boy ever took a shit, I contented
myself to work at the outside of him while I continued to try, however
unsuccessfully, to breach his defenses.
	"You ready, champ?"  Adam had removed his fingers from my ass.  They were
replaced by the blunt head of his nightstick.  Adam had that weird ability
to aim his dick at things without having to use his hands.  I loved to fuck,
but there was always that awkward moment while I slid my dickhead around the
guy's crack trying to find the magic portal.  As a polite bottom, I had even
learned to nod and push a little when the guy topping me finally found the
mark.  But Adam's dick was like a heat-seeking missile.  With a rotation of
his hips and a flex of some muscle mere mortals couldn't control, it honed
in on its target with deadly efficiency.  I had seen it happen with Corey,
and I knew it had just happened again with me.
	Dan removed himself from my face.  Backing up a bit, he lowered his dick to
my lips.  Before giving the green light, I took a moment to lap the drop of
precum that had formed at its tip.  Savoring the taste of it, I took a deep
breath.
	"Yeah," I said.  "Gimme all you got."
	I was expecting, I think, a brutal assault from both ends.  It did not
happen.  Instead, while Dan glided into my mouth, satisfying himself with
running his head over the pebbly surface of my tongue, Adam began a slow
steady pressure on my ass until, far sooner than I would have expected, the
head popped through my sphincter.  There they both stopped, allowing me time
to get used to them.
	But I was having none of their polite patience.  While my arms flew up to
grab Dan by the hips, I brought my heels off of Adams shoulders and around
to the back of his waist.  A quick and forceful stomach crunch did the
trick.  With hands and feet, I pulled them both into me to the max.
	"Whoa," said Dan.
	"Yeah," echoed Adam.
	"I think the little man likes it."
	"I think he does."
	"Should we give him a nice ride, then?"
	"Oh do, let's."
	The world ended for me.  It was not just that in this position, for the
first time, I was able to take Dan's thickness fully and well, expanding my
gullet to accommodate him so that he filled me as completely as if I had
swallowed his forearm.  Nor was it simply the sublime depths that Adam
reached within me.  There, with these two men inside me - these two alphas
taking me, using me - I died.  Granted, it was a symbolic death I achieved,
but a death nonetheless.  The death of desire.  The death of need.  And like
a phoenix, my rebirth came amidst flame.
	I can remember strangely little of that endless session.  Time lost its
flow and without cause and effect, my memory can't make sense of the scenes
and sensations which persist. I certainly remember the speed with which
Adam's magic was absorbed into me once he had me from the inside.  The
tingling, the warmth, the fire that developed as his essence entered my
bloodstream.  I lost reason and focus.  I had become truly egoless.
	I do not remember how many times we came, separately or together, though I
suspect it was a lot.
	I do remember that they talked.  They conversed.  I knew little of what
they were discussing as they plowed me, turned me, and plowed me again from
the opposite end.  Adam recalled some incident from their shared past, and
Dan kept repeating that he finally understood what Adam had been talking
about.  They laughed together a lot as they shared me.  They chatted.
	I do not remember how I learned to shiver, but it was a new skill they both
enjoyed.  Somewhere in the evening, I had picked up the ability to vibrate
my rectum - both inside and out, it felt like, though I knew the former to
be impossible.  With a combination of tensing some muscles and relaxing
others, my sphincter began to tremble spasmodically increasing sensation for
the top exponentially.
	I do remember the way they both instinctively knew, somehow, where my
prostate was, and were able, each in his turn, to draw the flared heads of
their dicks to that very spot and massage me in quick, short thrusts.
	I do not remember them ever touching each other, despite the attention they
each lavished on me.
	I clearly remember how sated I felt the first time they both ground fully
into me - their two bushes mashing against lip and cheek.  There was
something about that - the two of them reaching as deep as they could into
me.  It was as if they were doing more than plunging in as far as they could
go. It was as if they were reaching, through me, for each other, determined
to meet, dick to dick, at my center.
	And then, at once, I understood.
	Dan and Adam were in love.  I could see it.  I could feel it.  I could
sense it.  No, not a romantic or passionate love.  I was not a surrogate
each for the other.  They were not dreaming of doing the other while they
rutted with me.  Rather, it was a love of equality, of fraternity.  Dan may
have found a teacher in Adam, but that phase seemed, somehow, over.  And
Adam had found - Adam had created - in Dan something more valuable than
gold.  Adam had made for himself that for which he had always yearned - the
only thing his heart desired which he could not readily have: an equal.
	I had been right all along, it seems.  Adam was, indeed, lonely.  But not,
as I had assumed, for a relationship.  Not for a romantic interest.  Adam
was lonely for a friend.  Adam had never had someone with whom he could
recount a story of what he had done, or what had happened to him and say,
simply, "ya know?"  No one ever knew.  Who knows what it is like to be a
god?  Only another god.  And so, finding none after all these years, Adam
made himself one.
	And I had been the catalyst.  I had been brought in by Adam not, as I had
assumed from the start, to learn about him and help him understand himself,
but to be with Dan and to help Dan understand *himself*.  Because only when
Dan recognized and learned to manage his own power could Adam have what he
wanted.
	As they screwed me that night, they shared something more fundamental and
more important than the sex.  They shared, through me and because of me, an
intimate and first-hand knowledge of what the other was and could do.  It
was gorgeous.
	Yes, it was gorgeous, and no, I was not unhappy to be so used.  Quite to
the contrary!  True, the Mark of a month ago would have felt mistreated,
slighted. The Mark of a month ago had to be the center of sexual attention
when in bed.  But that Mark had died.  What was left was honored to have
been able to help and delighted to be there to watch these two awesome
forces truly meeting each other for the first time.  Their cum, deposited
inside me time and again that night, commingled.  I was the more powerful
for it and determined not to let a single precious drop leak out.  If they
were generous enough to give it to me, I would do them the honor of
absorbing it into my being.
	And, of course, they were both very good at what they were doing.  Very,
very good.  When Adam fucked you, you knew you had been fucked.  When Dan
moved inside you, you were left devoid of all but gratitude.  I understood
Corey's tears.  To have had them was to want them desperately, mindlessly,
with all-consuming compulsion.  How could Corey, still so new to his own
needs, comprehend or cope with that?
	I used my hands that night.  I used my hands and my tongue and my ass and
my mouth.  I used the ticklish spot just above my knee and the nape of my
neck and the curve of my hamstrings and plane of my shoulder blades.  I used
my eyelids and the insteps of my feet.  I used every part of my body except
for my brain.
	I must have devoured every inch of them before the night was through.
Adam's tingle permeated me.  I marinated in him.  He tenderized me from
inside and out.  By the end of the night I was so liquid I could have left
the room through the keyhole.
	Lying enfolded in Dan's arms as we drifted off to sleep, I thought again of
Brad's words at the beginning of the summer.  "He doesn't make you do
things," he had said of Adam, "he makes you want things."  I understood him
now, though I felt he had missed the mark by a little.  Adam did not make me
want to be used.  Adam didn't make me want to submit.  Rather, Adam had
allowed me to understand and act on the wants that were already there, but
hidden from me.  He was as much a catalyst for me as he had made me a
catalyst for Dan.
	I hugged my man closer to me feeling that doing so, I was hugging both of
them.  There, safe in his arms, sleep overcame me.