You and your best bud, exploring your sexuality together. You know it’s a bit, like, wrong and sus and weird, and you’re definitely not gonna tell anyone about it!, but you’re both just drawn to the other. Things always get a bit out of control, but so long as you don’t truly lose yourselves, it’ll be alright. You’ll return to normal society unchanged. It’ll be alright.
Just a regular Friday night for these boys. Bro struck out with the chicks at the bar, so stumbled back to the house of his two gay besties and they fucked. Dude strikes out cause he always goes for the hottest chick, every time. They keep telling him that he should aim a bit lower, but he keeps telling them it’s 10s or the boys. Women aren’t worth the hassle unless they’re total bombshells.
Wrestlers and bodybuilders are one step away from being porn stars. They have the pornstar state of mind at least; aesthetic, victory, sensation, physicality, strength. All this and more occupies the minds of these men. Is it so hard to imagine these wrestling greats taking the next logical step and fucking? Not for me.
He’s been listening to his hypno files for months now. Coach got him onto them. Said it would make him bigger, hotter, manlier. Now he knows exactly what to do. Lift, eat, sleep, repeat. Lift, eat, sleep, repeat. And if he’s an obedient jockboi, he might get to cum as well.
A year ago, you were a closeted neurotic, living in denial with a girlfriend you didn’t like and a lifestyle you resented. Once you found your daddies, you became their confident boi, out and proud, and you just wonder why it took you so long to get here.
The stunning boyfriend twins whisper to you that it’s okay. They know you keep looking at them, they know you’re interested. They tell you that you’re welcome to come back to theirs to chill. Your nausea of being discovered is tempered by the energy in your pants. You shyly agree and start counting the seconds before the party’s over.
You’re all doing your best to hide your boners, waiting for that one het guy to leave so you can get the party started. The guy in the back corner’s about to lose his fucking mind.
You’re just a dumb bro gooning out on camera with the rest of your team. Nothing gets you harder than the admiration and affection from your bros. You’re all sporting wood in celebration of your victory. Cum’s leaking, you’re all feeling a certain kind of way. Fuck! Like dude, who needs girls, honestly?
Daddy teaching his protégé what it takes to be a true alpha dom. They’re staring down a cute boi with ass for days. If an alpha wants, an alpha gets. Go and get it bro!
What your dreams look like. When you wake up in the morning, you’re not ready to process what it all means. All you can do is rub one out and put off dealing with your feelings for another day.
There’s nothing sus about worshipping bro’s incredible body. Nothing sus about that at all. You’re both pretty bricked while you do it, so that must mean it’s fine. Bricked is good. Being bricked is totally bro. Homos don’t get bricked.
When you’re just making sure your bro’s decent while doing his pullups. Any good bro would do the same. Grazing bro’s semi is just part of the process.
You’ve taken to smelling all the jocks lying around the locker room. That’s totally normal, right? And you jack your solid boner while you do. That’s normal too, right? And you imagine Brad and Donny and Tyler making out and sucking dick when you bust a nut. Which is also normal. You know it’s all No Homo cause… well, cause it has to be. What’s the alternative? Homo?
Gotta get your milk, gotta bulk. Need your calories. Need your protein. Wanna impress the boys… eh, girls. Girls. Gotta impress the girls. Fuck Chad is so hot- eh, no. Stacy. Stacy’s so hot.
When you’re horsing around with your bud in the pool and things suddenly get weird. You both go in to kiss. Your heart’s beating crazy. This is wrong… but it feels so right.
Waiting for the guy from Railr to show up. You’ve taken to using cocksuckers on a daily basis. You work from home and your wife has no idea about your new hobby. You always go for the fem ones. The pretty boys. The sissies. They love it. They think their little straight-chasing fantasies are coming true. What they don’t know is that you’re even more turned on than they are. You wish you had the balls to take it to the next step, maybe just kiss one of these sexy guys who look up at you from their knees, but you don’t. Not yet.
34 and your first time at a gay bar. You’re nervous as hell, but somehow it feels right. You’ve already been propositioned by a half-dozen guys. You’re flattered, but you keep turning them down. You really don’t know what to do. You’re just gonna drink your beer and hang out on the dancefloor until you feel more sure.
Two of Coach’s bulls burning off their huge reserves of calories playing rugby. They can’t be out too long though. They’re on a tight schedule of eating, cumming, shitting, lifting and sleeping. Still, it’s important to get fresh air, to play sports with the other bulls for the bond, and to use up their energy so it doesn’t turn destructive. Some of the beloved cheerbois are watching so the bulls are flexing to make them swoon. After the game, they’ll each take a cheerboi or two and use their pussies to get milked.
Daily progress shot sent to Daddy to fuel his wank bank. Daddy is particularly keen on glutes; he has his sluts train a minimum of 2 leg days a week. It’s brutal for the sluts but the results speak for themselves. Then, spending 15 hours a week in the gym is brutal but the results speak for themselves. When you’re addicted to gainz, this is the life you lead.
Speaking of, slut’s next appointment with Daddy is in two days. He’ll get his next dose of poison to fuel his growth. He’s hard and leaking thinking about it. Daddy will exact his payment, he knows, but it’s worth it. Your gainz are more important than your heterosexuality.
Coach cycles through his jocks every night so they all get a chance to spend time with the big man. But that doesn’t mean Coach is an egalitarian. He privileges the jocks who earn it. If you want more time with Coach, prove you deserve it. It’s a great motivator to lift heavy, train hard, strive. And Coach sees. Coach sees everything.
And the reward is lounging in Coach’s pad, donk out, teasing the man till he fucks you hard and raw. Smoke a cigar, watch the game, crack some jokes, go to bed in Coach’s arms. It’s pretty awesome.
Your gym has a policy that fuckmeat is welcome IF it makes itself known at all times. That way, you and the other fellas know who to harass, fondle and fuck when the feeling strikes. Obviously you don’t want fuckmeat in the gym pretending it was equal with the men, but so long as it knows it’s inferior, it can stay. Men want fit, lean fuckmeat anyway.
Such pro-fuckmeat policies have been extremely popular with the fuckmeat themselves. They’re prancing around the gym in their jockstraps, happy as can be, baiting the men to use and abuse them.
How you’ve taken to greeting your gay buddy every time he comes round. Even the thought of it makes you tent. He says that’s totally normal, that all the other bros he makes out with get hard too, so you don’t worry too much about it. Also fucking him just feels cool, you know? He says that’s normal too. All bros are natural tops. You fucking love the sound of that.
When the French couple who moved in next door takes you under their wing and tries to bring you out of the closet. You swear you’re not in the closet, they keep proving otherwise. They say their gaydar’s never wrong. You’d counter their point, but you keep being the filling in their beefcake sandwich. Hard to say “No, no, I’m straight” when a man’s kissing his own cum from your lips.
When you’ve been chatting with a daddy for months and he keeps sending you sluttier clothes to try on. This is what came today with the message; “Send Daddy something he can bust to, slut.” Just reading that you nearly bust yourself. You cleaned up, took some pics and sent them. “Fucking beautiful, slut,” he replied. “Now from the back.” You did what he said. You always did what he said. Daddy controlled the sauce; the beautiful poison that was transforming you before your eyes. He kept saying he wanted to meet up, that it was time for Daddy to collect his payment and take your virgin holes. That’s what he deserved as the man who gave you all this gear and all this time to turn you into the swole, inflated muscle whore you now were.
What can you say? You know that more gear is contingent on pleasing this man, and you want more. You need more. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you kind of wanted to meet him. To service him. He’d sent you so many pictures of his cock, and so much gay porn, it had kind of addled your mind.
You’re just praying your girlfriend doesn’t find out…
When bro asks you to take footage for his FortheFans, all innocent like. Of course you say yes. Bros help bros. You take your boner as a sign that bro’s looking hot and is gonna make a killing on the site. Which is sick. What a bro doesn’t wanna make money with his donk? You’re thinking about maybe doing it, too. Maybe you and bro could do some scenes together…
Daddy dangles the lure of steroids in front of these damaged men and they cave. They eventually beg to join Daddy’s cult. At first, they sucked him and endured his dick because that was the price for the muscle they craved. Now, they do it cause they love Daddy and his beautiful cock.
The gay guy at the gym is awful friendly. He keeps helping you with your lifts, and has tons of advice about diet and self-care. One day, on his way out, he pulled down his shorts and gave you this signal. You didn’t know what it meant, but you didn’t care. You were too busy staring at his impeccable ass and straining to keep your boner down. You failed.
When bro sets you up with a new VR headset and fleshlight. He told you to just click play. There sure are a lot of dudes. You trust bro, he always keeps you straight. And now the dudes are kissing. And now sucking. And fucking. And you’re hard. It’s not long before you’ve busted a vivid load into your new toy. That was the first time you’d seen gay porn. You press replay.
What happens at the cabin stays at the cabin. Right boys? Such an awesome and totally accurate broism. Mancaves – bro squats – are where dudes can be dudes with each other without, like, judgment and shit. It’s awesome and every bro needs to get into it.
When you and your best man were supposed to be getting dressed for your wedding but soon found yourselves naked, hard and eating each other’s faces. As you plunge into his hole, you start to question whether marrying Stacy is really what you want…
When bro’s lying around the apartment in these pants, things can get real gay real fast. Once is a fluke, twice is a mistake, three times is a fucking cry for help. But fuu, bro’s donk tho!
There’s a gay guy at work who compliments your amazing body all the time. You play it off as a joke but deep down you love it. You’ve started dressing sluttier. It works. He takes one look at your perfect ass wrapped snuggly in these pants and starts panting like a fucking hound. It turns you on. You wonder what it would be like to take it to the next level. You’ve never been with a guy, but you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it…
You love shoving the gay boy’s face in your sweaty asshole. He loves it, too. You’ve been hooking up with men for months now. You tell yourself that it’s because guys do what your wife won’t, but that’s bullshit. Deep down, you know that fucking around with men makes your dick harder, your cum heartier, and your heart happier than being with women ever did.
When you’re horsing around with bro and it inevitably leads to you spread out on your bed and him eating out your awesome dude donk. You don’t know why it keeps happening, but it must be totally fine cause, like, it does keep happening. Some of your other bros did warn you about the downsides of chilling with gay dudes. But, fuck, if this is a downside, you can’t wait to see the upside, shit.
When you start off that day’s goon sesh watching lesbian porn, but inevitably end up busting your load thinking about the hot gay couple at the gym who kept patting each other’s butts as they lifted some heavy metal. It makes the batter come out that much stronger. You don’t like to think about that once the dust settles and your fire’s extinguished. You go about your day and the repression continues.
You and your rugby buddy have gotten to the point where you can no longer deny the attraction. You don’t know where things go from here; you’re just happy to be out of the halfway house you were in for months, years. So many near-misses, so many close-calls, so many lost chances. No more. Now, you and he are in deep and there’s no going back.
Tomorrow, when your blood is cooled, you’ll wonder what your rugby buddies will think…
When you and your buddy fall asleep next to each other. You both harden in your sleep, as your thoughts drift to sexier things. It’s both beautiful and tragic that you don’t know you’re each thinking of the other.