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.
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.
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.
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.
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 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…
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 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.
It was somehow easier to convince yourself you were straight by hooking up with domtops. It’s not that you’re gay, you’re just a sub, and submitting to women isn’t the same. Women can’t control you the way a man can. A man’s strength and his hard throbbing dick are the tools of domination, not whatever a woman can offer.
The cope is powerful, the cope is real. You kneel before men and suck their dicks and take their abuse and surrender your ass because you’re a repressed homo and deep down you know that.
When you finally feel comfortable enough to let your gay gym buddy play with your ass, and this is how he responds. You know you’ve opened the floodgates, and you’re okay with that. You’ve been holding that flood back for far too long.
When you’re alone in the gym with your gay bud and he keeps waggling his gorgeous ass at you while you’re doing your curls. You push him onto the bench and start plowing. You promised yourself the last time would be the last time. Funny how those promises always went to shit when faced with your pal’s warm, tight, beckoning hole… Fuck. You know that you’ll be here again, a few days from now, doing it all over again. And the thought of that made you even harder.
When your Railr pings and the bodybuilder couple next to you show up on your feed. They look you up and down and you nearly bust your nut. You only downloaded the app out of curiosity. Fuck they were hot. But you’re not ready for this shit.
After a night of heavy drinking, your gay buds asked if you wanted to share their bed. You’d known them for years, they knew you were straight. Well… whatever, you were married, they were married. Their request surprised you… and titillated you. You’d never been with another dude. I mean, you’d thought about it. But every guy has, right? The offer was right there, on the table. Like money, you couldn’t just leave it.
Your bud’s mouth was so fucking soft and warm, but the whole thing was confusing the fuck out of you. It felt good. Too good, maybe. You closed your eyes, downed your beer and just let him do his thing while his husband fucked his ass and looked at you with lust in his eyes.
Hopefully, you’d forget all about it in the morning.
When you and your bud are this close to telling each other how you really feel, so you just let your kiss do the talking. Actions speak louder than words; men know this. Your words might say “I’m straight”, but your actions say otherwise. Especially the action in your pants. Once the dust settles in the morning, you’ll see where you both stand. For tonight, you’ll embrace and enjoy.
When you try Railr for the first time out of pure curiosity and this guy slides in your DMs to ask if you’re dtf. You quickly delete the app and jack out a huge load. Not yet. Not yet.