One more flex before you shower.
Okay, one more.
And another.
Lose yourself to the ego
Redecorating the den is best done in straps. Then, one of the few things all the packs agree on is that jockstraps are always acceptable den-wear.
Join a pack
Even bulls need a vacation from their lives of eating, sleeping, lifting and cumming. The Barn will give them a few days off every year to recharge, before they’re brought back in house and on schedule. Measured, prodded, assessed to ensure weight, testosterone and cumload are at necessary levels, then the milkings will resume. Gotta extract as much of that potent fertile seed as possible while the beast is young, dumb and full of cum.
It’s milking time
Bro was up for fucking around with his teammate. Excited even. But, when he pulled down his shorts and saw his friend’s boned-up jock, it all got very real, very quick. Bro can still say no, but… why does it feel like there’s no going back?
It’ll be our little secret
Cause he’s a good guy, he wears a rubber before he takes a nap so he can catch all his wet dream gunge. It’s a treat for you. A treat you’ll have to earn, faggot. If you can successfully gulp down bro’s post-nap piss – no spilling! – then he’ll let you lap up the cum from the condom like the depraved dog you are. If you fail, then he’ll smear the cum on your face and you’ll have to wear it home. It’s always impressive how creative bullies can be with their fag incentive programs.
Kneel, bitch
Your neighbor signalling to you that he’s going for a ride and wants you to tag along. You’ll drop anything for a chance to fuck his beautiful, manly ass. You almost never get to see him anymore since his daughter was born.
It’ll be our little secret
He’s due to be married in two hours, but you made him stop over before the ceremony so you could pound out his pussy and drop a big gooey load in his closeted ass. He may soon be bound in law to a great girl, but you’re the true owner of that ass.
You were the one who picked out his underwear for the occasion.
Conquer or be conquered
I posted this on my college football team’s Facebook page. I didn’t get a single response. Publicly. I got about a dozen DMs from my teammates asking when I’m next free. Now, my diary’s completely booked for the next month. And none of them will ever know. I love that shit.
A good boi would follow this link
Mark has his ways for getting all the closeted, self-hating, DL, married, straight, “straight” and repressed men at the gym to give him their attention. Well. He has one way, mainly. He has the world’s most clappable ass. When Mark struts in the gym, none of the fellas can resist a look, and few can resist a shot.
I mean, could you?
Mark and all his Gym Bros
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The more muscle you’ve gained, the more masculine you’ve gotten. The more masculine you’ve gotten, the more muscle you’ve gained. It’s a chicken and egg cycle of testosterone concentration. They call you a soldier now. Who? The other masculine zombies. You’re all soldiers. Yeah, you fucking like that. Like it like hard and dripping like it. You feel like a fucking action figure, ready to be played with. Your dick is just hard all the time now. It doesn’t go down, no matter how much you nut, your thick wood is hard and dripping. Drip drip drip. And the more you put aside feminine and childish pursuits, the more it drips.
Sex is all signals, and this signal is pretty fucking clear. Let’s hope the dude he’s signalling isn’t a total dolt (or totally straight…)
Won’t they though?
Dr Daddy Rose can’t be fucked with any of this bisexual bullshit. As far as he’s concerned, bisexualism is a load of wishy washy nonsense that supports the straight-agenda. The more gays the better, that’s this doctor’s prescription. So he set up his practice and promoted himself as helping “confused” men sort out their complicated sexualities. Which he does. Amazingly well. He fucks out any heterosexuality a man has until there’s nothing left but a desperate cock-slut. 9 out of 10 patients agree they’ll never go back to pussy.
Conquer or be conquered
The masculine virus spread with a kiss. It wasn’t so long ago that dude was wearing bowties and pink slacks, obsessing over the flower arrangement in the den, reciting the lyrics of the latest Taylor Swift album. But then, a chance hookup with a masc douchebag on Grindr, and everything changed. Without realizing it, without conscious thought, he wholesale replaced his wardrobe with the same shit the douche from Grindr wore. He bought a bunch of baseball caps, tanks and chains, redid his crib, found new music and shows, and started going to the gym. He’d always been lean and neat, but now he was putting on muscle. Real muscle. Like all the bros. Yeah, the bros. He was one of them now. A bro. Just like the dude he hooked up, who’d given him the virus.
While he can’t say for certain, he’s pretty sure the masculinity was transferred with a kiss. The douche’d been so adamant about it, and it had lasted so long. He can’t explain it, but the masculine energy within him is calling out to be spread. With every guy he hooks up, he makes sure to kiss them long and deep, to ensure they can become as bro-d out as he has. He feels like a soldier in an army, doing his part for the cause by hooking up and spreading the masc virus.
The bromos will not be happy until every gay is just like them.
Become a man
To the laymen it might not look it, but this is just foreplay for what comes later. Rugby is the gayest sport and we all know it.
It’ll be our little secret
“Bro, I-”
“Shhh, don’t worry about it. Just relax, I’ve got you.”
“Fuuuckk. I wouldn’t ask, but I’m just so pent-up. What with my girl being pregnant and-”
“I know, I know. You don’t have to explain. I love helping out a buddy.”
“Shit. I’ve missed this, bro.”
“Yeah, me too. Maybe after I’ll give you a rimjob. For old time’s sake.”
“Shit~”
Bone down on bros, huhu
Dude’s Grindr picture. He originally displayed himself as a mean douchebruh top because it made him feel less uncomfortable seeking sex with men. Now he’s long out the closet. He just does it cause bottoms respond so positively when he does.
Obey His rule
You’ve just finished the morning’s gym sesh and are driving to one of your cumdump’s houses to dump some cum. You’ll get your lunch there; a couple of steaks washed down with a large protein shake, so long as the muscle-worshipping little bitch bought what you told him to. You’ll take a nap while the fuckmeat rims you to sleep, then back to the gym for the afternoon sesh. And so the cycle goes. The more you lifted, bulked and roided, the more you needed to cum. It left little time for anything else. It’s good to have an army of subs paying all your bills. That way, you and your boyfriend can spend all your freetime together. And there was no jealousy between you. He was doing the exact same thing on the other side of town.
Abuse some fuckmeat
When you see some useless fuckmeat perving on you in the locker room and you stop a minute to decide whether to ignore, beat or fuck. You were an awesome bully when you were young, so you’ve got plenty of experience putting faggots in their place. Still, gyms have all these PC rules these days, so it might not be worth the hassle of pounding on the little bitch. Would be fun though.
Abuse some fuckmeat
When Daddy strictly forbids fucking between his muscle sluts so they resort to endlessly teasing each other. They’re so pent-up and agitated by the time Daddy gets home from work that they’re desperate and panting for his cock. Just as Daddy likes it.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
“I don’t know about this,” you pant as your out friend sucks on your nipple.
“Just a brojob. Nothing more. If you don’t like it, I’ll let it go.”
“Fuck…” You struggle to think as he starts to rub your stiffy. The fucker knows what he’s doing. You’ve never been with a man. But just sometimes, the thought would creep into your mind as you jacked, or watched straight porn or looked at other guys in the locker room. You never entertained the thought for longer than a few seconds. Never, until now.
One little blowjob couldn’t hurt…
Right?
It’ll be our little secret
When your girlfriend catches you coming out a car with another guy. There could be all kinds of explanations, but this isn’t exactly the first time you’ve done this. Nor the first time you’ve been caught. At this point, it’d probably just be easier if she knew what you and your buddy get up to. Maybe she’d be cool with it, fuck knows.
It’ll be our little secret
Bro keeps pulling his shorts up further and further around his gay buddies. He’s trying to get their attention without getting their attention. Dude just wants a blowjob, but asking would be, like, gay or whatever.
It’ll be our little secret
What closeted boys are reduced to when fucking their girls just doesn’t cut it any more.
It’ll be our little secret
Boys will find any excuse – including no excuse – to whip it out. And ain’t that why we love ’em?
Won’t they though?
Bro overhearing two of his teammates talking about fucking each other after the session. He’s getting oddly hard. You know, for a “straight” guy. He’ll store this away in the top secret spankbank for later and return to his game.
It’ll be our little secret
The one more confident, the other a bit tentative. It’s all new to him, but he’s loving every minute.
It’ll be our little secret
The married dad who “prefers the company of men”. He gives you a little wink, a wee pout, and once the missus is gone with the kids, you’re face down in his sheets getting the best pounding of your life.
You spend the next hour straddling his lap, making out slow and deep. Until her car rolls up into the drive. He sighs.
“So you’ll take the landscaping job then, kid?”
“Hell yes, sir.”
“Good boy.” He pats your butt and acts like nothing happened. At least, not until the next time it happens.
This cum’s Dad approved
You use the boy’s mouth and ass like fleshlights. You’re rough and mean, sometimes violent. He loves it. He slurps your manhood. He devours your cum. He worships you, body and soul. And once you’ve bust, you leave him used, slimy and wrecked. He’s just a vent for you. A sexual release you’re not getting at home. Someone who actually gives you the attention and pleasure you crave. Nothing more… Nothing more… Right? You’re not attracted to him. It’s not like you’re gay or any of that shit! You think about his slim waist and perfect, twinky ass. His tight hole and smooth skin. His cute, boyish face and puppy dog eyes. His small, well-formed coc- Fuck! Your dick tingles, despite only coming five minutes earlier. You’ll see him again You always see him again. Eventually.
It’ll be our little secret
For Daddy’s sluts, “never skip leg day” isn’t just a dumb broism, but a hard and fast rule they never break. They all learn quick how much Daddy cares about leg day. And they all learn quick why.
If slut here wants continued access to that free juice, he has to make sure he builds something Daddy wants to leave a gaping, cummy mess.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
Being as gay as you can get away with in public together before you go be actually gay in private.
It’ll be our little secret
Fuckmeat follow big men folk around cause they wanna stick their noses up those big manly cakes and be totally devoured cause they’re such pathetic little pigs. Use that energy against them to get them to do whatever the hell you want.
Abuse some fuckmeat
When your bud is gaming, but that’s boring so you change the screen to some porn and within a minute you’re both hard and leaking. It’s not a stretch to give your bud a bit of a squeeze after that.
Artist: Unknown
Won’t they, though?
“Yeah, babe. This business trip sucks and blows,” you say to your girl as you watch your fuck buddy slap his cock against his palm with a cheeky look in his eyes. “It really sucks!”
It’ll be our little secret
This Meatheads chapter is looking for a pack uniform. Something to wear around the den to really connect all the fellas (tankers and flamers). So they’re doing a little fashion show, finding something that works for everyone. This little blue number is really going down well. It’s blue, so the tankers are happy about how masc it looks, and it covers basically nothing so the flamers are happy about that. It also really accents the cock so of course everyone’s happy about that. Overall, this is a winner.
The extra strappy bits are for when it gets a bit chilly.
Flamers and Tankers both welcome
DL dude, texting his fuckbuddy where to meet. He’s here with his girl, but when the need strikes the need strikes. And she doesn’t give blowies on-demand. Or ever. And even if she did… Pfft. The boners just come easier when it’s a man’s lips wrapped around his member.
It’ll be our little secret
“Bro, there’s no way your chest is that big.”
“Oh yeah!” says the stupid bro at the gym. “I’ll show you, dude.” He takes off his tank to prove how fat his bro titties are.
“Okay, fine. But there’s no way your ass is that big.”
“Oh yeah!”
Bone down on bros, huhu
Your “straight” neighbor is always keen to do lifts in this position whenever you work out together. You know what he wants, but you refuse to make a move. It’s funny watching him get ever more desperate for your dick.
It’ll be our little secret
Haha, oh shit. The piece of fuckmeat really thought he’d be able to just suck off a couple of studs and then quietly scamper away, no harm no foul. See, guys like to abuse fuckmeat, but they do not like fuckmeat. In fact, men who turn themselves into cumrags kinda piss real men off.
The fellas are done cumming on the bitch, so now he’s gonna get to spend an hour suffocating under Dan’s rank, sweaty ass. Dan would clean up first, only cleaning dirty assholes is really more of a fuckmeat kinda thing.
Abuse some fuckmeat
Code Rule #27: Be intimate enough with bro that you can freely touch any part of his body. Be familiar with bro’s junk, just not all gay like.
Learn the Code, bro
A scouter for the Barn spotted this meat at a football convention and intends to make an approach. How does a ten-year contract to breed fertile pussy and earn a dumptruck full of cash sound? Prove you’ve got the T levels we’re looking for, and that life’s yours.
It’s milking time
Uh oh. Dumb dumb lost his way. His gaggle of himbos were on their way to a car washing competition and he saw a shiny object in the distance. He’ll be fine. Attractive idiots always land on their feet. Sometimes on their backs…
Dumb down here, himbos
Your girl suggested a weekend trip to the beach with Dan and his wife. You said yes immediately. Once you were settled in, you and Dan told them you were “going fishing”, ran off to a secluded cove on the beach and did what you did best. When you came back without any fish, you blamed it on a bad day. You wondered if the girls were getting suspicious. You and Dan had done this dozens of times and never once returned with dinner.
It’ll be our little secret
Dumbass was held back by like ten years, but now he’s open season as far as the teachers are concerned. The amount of “detention” this himbo gets is mind-boggling.
He’d pull his shorts up but all the men at the hotel keep pulling them back down so his ass is on show, so it’s kinda pointless. And Himbo wouldn’t wanna do anything to get in the way of their male attention. They love spanking him, groping him, pinching him, finger fucking him, getting on their knees and rimming him. Himbo always giggles when their tongue touches his hole. It tickles.
Dumb down here, himbos
When you wake up and remember what you did last night with that guy from the bar. The shame hits hard, but sooner or later the lust will return. And so the cycle goes.
It’ll be our little secret