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Andy was having trouble getting it up and it was all Winston's fault.
Here was Mary-Ann, a beautiful girl he'd been trying to fuck for weeks, laying naked in his bed and he was soft as a sponge.
That afternoon, Andy had met Winston for one of their regular sessions. Andy was Winston's alpha and Winston was an omega male: completely submissive. Nobody knew their true relationship; a few people who had seen them together may have believed they were friends, including Winston himself.
They had met at a parking garage in the town. It was dark and dusty and quiet through the day, ideal for work that is best done in the shadows. They had both worn dark jeans and t-shirts to fade into the gloom and avoid calling attention to themselves.
Then, Winston did what he did best. He got on his knees before his dominant superior male. He unbuckled Andy's belt, flicked open the button, unzipped the fly and exposed Andy's underwear. Winston licked his way around the contours of Andy's cock, plainly visible through his briefs. He used his hands to massage his friend's ass as his mouth worked in the front. This went on for a long time because Andy liked it that way.
By the time Winston freed the swelling member from its bindings, there was a dewdrop of pre-cum forming at the tip. He flicked his tongue deftly at the tiny pearl and then licked his way around the glans for a few long minutes.
When Andy told him to get on with it, Winston enclosed the glans in his mouth, licking it and sucking it in sensual variations. Then he moved his mouth further along the shaft of Andy's penis ever so slowly, vibrating his tongue against it as he went. When his nose touched Andy's pubic hair, he inhaled the scent of the man. Then he drew back and repeated the process over and over, adding speed and suction with every jerk until his mouth was pumping the cock with machine-like efficiency. He stopped every once in a while to renew his attentions to the sensitive glans, but he always returned to his rhythmic work.
Andy withstood this onslaught for eleven minutes. Then he blew his load in Winston's mouth and down his throat. The thick ejaculate trickled out of the sides of Winston's mouth and collected as a milky white froth on his jaw.
One could say many bad things about Winston, but nobody could say that he was not thorough in his work. He withdrew from his cocksucking chores long enough to look up into Andy's satisfied eyes.
Winston wanted to gift Andy with more.
He licked his lips clean of the seminal residue there, and savoured the taste before swallowing. It was time now to clean Andy's cock. Using his hand to hold the penis in place, Winston began licking intensely all around the glans and the penis, clearing it of every trace of the previous ejaculation.
This produced great pleasure for Andy and his cock had gone hard again, just as Winston intended.
Six minutes later, Winston swallowed his alpha's sperm again.
And now, just six hours later, Andy was ready to give Mary-Ann his actual honest-to-God virginity and he couldn't get a boner.
There had been plenty of foreplay. She had sucked on him and Andy had eaten her through two orgasms, but she wanted fucking and it wasn't happening. He wanted fucking too. This wasn't supposed to happen to guys his age. His dad, maybe. But there was the bitter truth: Mary-Ann, splayed across his mattress, was waiting for his high hard one, and he couldn't find it.
What the hell was that about?
"It's okay," Mary-Ann said. "It happens to lots of guys."
Not to me. Andy withered. Some alpha male.
"We can try again Friday night." The day after tomorrow.
What would Devon, Andy's alpha male roommate, do in this circumstance?
That was a laugh. Devon seemed to walk around the residence room rock hard half the time without stimulation. Or maybe it just looked that way in those flimsy boxers he hung out in.
After a while, they gave up trying and agreed to try again on Friday night at Mary-Ann's place. It had to be her place because Devon had already "booked" the room for Friday. The roommates always cleared it with each other if they were bringing company back to their residence room.
Andy couldn't help feeling he had disappointed his girlfriend. She said all the right things, but there was an undercurrent which he interpreted as barely concealed anger and resentment. She probably felt insulted that she could not inspire his erection.
Andy kissed Mary-Ann as she left the room. When she was gone, he put on his briefs and sat on the bed, scowling over his day. This is all that faggot's fault. He sucked it all out of me. Andy would have to find a special way to humiliate his omega later.
He was still thinking about this when a few minutes later, his roommate, Devon, came in.
"All clear?"
"Yes, she's gone."
"Oh, that doesn't sound good. Want to talk about it?"
"No."
Andy did want to talk about it really, but what could he say? I couldn't get wood tonight. And by the way, I'm still a virgin.
Devon didn't press him. When Andy asked how Devon's date was, Devon smiled and said it was fine. Devon had told Andy on his first day in residence that he was bi-sexual, so when Devon went out on a date, Andy never knew if he was going out with a girl or a guy. Devon didn't kiss and tell, but he did have one strange trait that testified to his amorous activities.
He marked his conquests.
Winston had been one of these, and the first time Andy saw him he had hickeys all over his neck and throat and even one on the side of his chin.
Devon explained to Andy that there were three kinds of male: the alpha, a dominant male; the beta, the ordinary male, subordinate to the alpha and finally, the omega, a complete submissive who would act subservient to alphas or betas. Devon considered himself an alpha and Andy, less confident than his roommate, modelled himself on Devon's behaviour. He tried to think like Devon to train himself to be an alpha.
That was really what his exercise with Winston was all about. Okay, the head was great too, but Andy was learning to act dominant over another human being. It had seemed to be working too. He had projected greater confidence since he met Devon and Winston and with that he had been able to talk Mary-Ann into his bed.
What happened next did not reflect so well on his newfound confidence. Tonight had been a real setback in the confidence department.
Andy would love to get Devon's advice on his situation, but he would never disclose his impotence tonight to anyone. It was shameful enough that Mary-Ann knew about it.
Devon decided to turn in and started stripping off his clothing. As usual, he was sleeping nude.
"Oh, by the way," Devon said as he pulled down his boxers. "I'm having company tomorrow night, so I'm booking the room."
"Thursday and Friday, huh?" Andy said, trying not to sound jealous. He found himself staring at Devon's long, brown cock for a few seconds before adjusting his gaze.
"When opportunity knocks," Devon said.
Andy could never quite stop himself from sneaking glances at his naked roommate before he slipped into bed and turned his lamp off. There was a confident poise about Devon and it showed in every move he made even when he was stark naked. Andy couldn't help admiring his form.
He flipped the switch on his own lamp and lay still in the dark. It took him a long time to get to sleep and to his great annoyance he now had a raging hard-on.
The next morning, Andy woke with morning wood. He took this as a good omen and decided to turn the page on yesterday. Today and tomorrow he would avoid Winston and save up his boners for Mary-Ann tomorrow night. Going without cock for a couple of days would leave Winston desperate to please Andy the next day, or whenever Andy availed himself. The insecure little omega would be distraught if he thought his only "friend" had deserted him. After what that little cocksucker did to his night with Mary-Ann, Andy didn't mind causing Winston some distress.
Thursday night found Andy at the library, keeping up with his studies. He tried not to think about Devon's date and the pleasure being exchanged back in his room. Andy had texted Mary-Ann earlier in the day to ensure everything was okay between them and to confirm they were still on for Friday night. She texted back one word: yes. That only partially reassured him. Winston, on the other hand, had texted him more than a dozen times trying to set up their next rendezvous. He sent him replies as curt as the one he received from Mary-Ann. That boy would be fit to be tied.
Andy got back to his room at midnight. The lights were out and Devon was already asleep. Andy undressed and tucked into bed. He was horny as Hell but no jerking off for him; he was still determined to save it all up for tomorrow night. Sleep found him quickly.
Next, it was Friday morning. The big day.
As Andy sat up in bed and put his feet on the floor, Devon was just coming back from the showers.
"Morning," Andy said.
"Morning," Devon said. "You better go take a shower."
Andy thought that was an odd thing for him to say.
"I'm taking a shower later for my date."
"You need to be fresh for the day. Take another one later."
Andy wondered if maybe he smelled. He sniffed at his armpits.
"I'll be alright until later."
"I won't tell you again," Devon said very calmly.
Andy was startled at Devon's casual forcefulness. He decided it was better not to argue with the man. He walked over to his closet, changed into his bathrobe, grabbed a towel and went off to the showers.
Fifteen minutes later he returned to his room squeaky clean.
Devon had made no move to get dressed. He was still sitting in his bathrobe on the edge of his bed.
"Glad you're back," he said as he stood up to face Andy. "We need to have a talk."
"About what?" Andy was suddenly very conscious of the other man's greater height and mass.
"About us in this room. You seem to have gotten the wrong idea and I'm here to put you straight. So to speak."
Andy didn't want a confrontation with his roommate. If he could accommodate him without losing face, he would.
"On what?"
"Well, I think you're here under false pretences."
"How so?"
