Too good

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.

Unless…

Don’t ask about it and don’t tell about it here.

Much needed bro time

You and bro found time to get away from your girls while at the beach. No big deal. Just some much needed bro time. They had nagged you about it in the past, something about it being “gay”, so you decided to keep it secret. What they don’t know can’t hurt them. That’s some bro-ology we can all live by.

This time

You and your bros had a serious make out session that left you all in bruises. You fell asleep on each other like puppies, tired but damn happy. No cumming though. You didn’t cross the No Homo boundary. This time.

Artist: Melonnabar

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The vibes

“Babe, come on!”

You and bro just vibing on another level and your girl’s getting impatient. She wants to leave, you want to spend more time with bro. It’s a pickle. She’s used to you and bro kissing now, but she’s still not happy about it. She keeps saying it’s “weird” and “gay”. You’re just like “pfft”. It’s “No Homo, babe” cause “he’s bro”.

It makes sense to you. It makes sense to bro. That’s why you love bro. The vibes.

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Actions speak louder than words

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.

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No woman

When bro puts on his tight blue jeans and you realize that no woman has ever had a butt so spankable. You got some thinking to do, but for now you’re gonna watch and enjoy. Bro loves the attention anyway. Fucking slut huhu.

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Don’t know why

You’ve always gotten compliments for your awesome donk. Mostly from dudes, which is sick. These days, you’re always putting on a bit of a show in the locker room for them. The fellas, the homies. They always say the sexiest, nastiest things about you when you’re in your jock. You’re not sure why, but it always makes for the best jack off material when you get home.

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Closer to bro

Bro is so cocky, but he’s earned it. He’s always doing this shit around me. I love bro so fucking much. Always got a boner, always thinking of ass, always getting all puffed up while he cops a feel. And always topless, too, which is sick. Dude’s ripped as fuck, insane cum gutters. We share jeans a lot cause we’re tight. Don’t bother me none that his bare dick and donk have touched them. Just makes me feel closer to bro.

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Tight

Bro lets you play with his phatty whenever you want, which is all the time cause you’re a bro and it’s just donk, donk, donk 24/7. You love bro cause he lets you act on his butt like a chick doesn’t. You can grab it, spank it, eat it even. He lets you play! And you’re a simple bro: playing with donk’s all you want. The best is when you slide up in it with your dripping dick and hot dog him to you shoot. That’s when you know you and bro are tight.

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Not yet

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.

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Reaching round

Bro’s hands kept reaching round to your ass while you were making out. To make sure this stayed No Homo, you kept his hands above his head. Much better. And this way, you’ve got access to his awesome pits. Convenient for a nice sniff and lick before more kissing.

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Bros before

When the wife calls to ask you to pick up your daughter from dance practice, but you’re struggling to reply between whiffs of bro’s amazing jock. Your daughter will have to wait while you finish your bonding sesh with bro. Bros before… well, you know.

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What a bro does

When your nerdy friend is struggling with the ladies, so you offer to show him the ropes. You’ve been helping bros learn to kiss and fuck for years now; you’re an expert. And like all good bros, you want to extend that expertise to the bros in your community to make them doper, cooler, sicker, hotter. That’s what a bro does.

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Showering with bro

Showering with bro and sharing that good manly intimacy. You’re shooting the shit, talking about that good bro stuff. You know – chicks, gym, work, football, whether you measure up as a man, farts. All that. You’re mesmerized by bro’s donk cause bros love donk and he’s got a phatty. You’re not gonna do anything cause No Homo is in force and you respect that. Still, you and bro are chubbed up and easily tugging away as you talk. Just bro shit.

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How to kiss

When one of your brother’s friends is gay and confident. He offered to teach you how to kiss. Chicks, that is. To help you practice for when you’re ready to start slaying pussy. You’d never said yes to anything faster in your life.

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Tease

The guy at the next table was wearing a rainbow wristband. You and your buds decided to tease him a bit. Nothing mean, just some fun. You pulled down your shorts and underwear and licked your lips. “You want a taste of this, dude?”

The guy raised his glass and gave you a wink. “Why, you offering?”

You all laughed and went back to your drinks. Later, you cornered him in the toilets and he fucked your slutty jock ass as hard and rough as you ordered him to. You were starting to come to terms with the fact that you might possibly sorta be maybe gay kinda.

To be a bossy power bottom was a whole other pill to swallow.

Artist: Artisticjinsky

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Confidence boost

When you ask bro if these shorts make your butt look big, and he texts back that you look fucking perfect. You can always rely on your bud to give you a confidence boost. You pull them up a little more and start your squats.

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Commando policy

When bro’s getting super bro-y while you’re working out, but you love him all the more for it. You’ve got an always-commando policy in the pad. Underwear just slows a bro down from getting where he needs to go. So it means your stuff is flopping around pretty righteously all the time.

It’s awesome hearing him tame pussy in the next room cause you know he’s packing and her moans aren’t lying. Shit must feel great.

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Don’t know why

When all the out guys at the party keep coming over and kissing you and you don’t know why. I mean, you let them cause it feels fucking awesome, but still it’s not like you’re homo or nothing. The boner’s a bit sus, but you’ve always got a boner! You’re a bro!

Bone up on bros here.

Total goon space

When you and bro have been making out for an hour and you’ve entered total goon space. Your dicks are so hard and sore, but cause of No Homo you can’t do anything about it. Well at least tonight you’re gonna have the best nut of your life. It’s not No Homo when it’s dark and you’re alone and you’re allowed to think about whatever you want.

Bone up on bros here.

Think straight

When you were playing gay chicken with bro but you’re so turned on you can’t even think straight. Literally. You both lost (won?) pretty much instantly. Gay chicken is definitely the best game you play with bro. Except maybe hide the sausage.

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Feeling some kind of way

When you and bro are just chilling and all of a sudden he pulls your head back and starts making out. You’re not complaining. He does it all the time, he’s just not usually this forceful. He must be feeling some kind of way. His girl’s probably holding out or something. He tends to get more handsy when he’s backed up. I mean that is a bit weird cause your kissing is totally No Homo, so it shouldn’t matter but… who’s complaining?

Bone up on bros here.

Glute check

When you ask bro to check on your gains after a few months of intense squatting and he gets a little too excited. And it’s not gay obviously, he’s just like really happy for you that you’re making so much gain. Glute checks are a fun way for bros to bond. Bros support bros in all their endeavours, especially if that endeavour is building more donk.

And bros love donk.

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Carried Away

When you’re going to town on your bro’s sexy mouth and get a bit carried away.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. That almost got faggy, dude.”

“Oh fuck, my bad,” you say as your boners strain your underwear.

Bros enjoy spending quality time with each other. Playing video games is cool, but it’s not as cool as grinding up on your buddy’s junk while you make out. And it’s not gay cause… you said so.

Bone up on bros here.

Slab of Testosterone

Mark will always go for the alpha. He likes a broad swath of men but he can never resist the lure of the king. Watching this 250lb slab of testosterone completely dom the fuck out of some fag on the gym floor tells Mark everything he needs to know.

It will take a few weeks of seduction, but sure enough, this alpha will end up in Mark’s bed slam-fucking his well-honed bussy into oblivion. And if alpha wants to sit his magnificent ass down on Mark’s face – this time bare – then Mark will have no qualms. Rimming a slab of testosterone until he can’t take it anymore and busts a huge nut is one of his specialities.

My boi has a lot of specialties.

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Leg Day

When Mark dresses like this, it must be leg day. Can you blame my boi for wanting to show off?

The amount of dudes who paw at his ass when they walk by, at times blatantly rubbing their chubbed dicks while they do. Some of them are his regulars, some of them Mark’s never spoken to. Doesn’t matter. He’s a good boi, and a good boi’s body is a permanent source of pleasure for other men. Mark welcomes their molestation.

The gym attendants would say something about his attire, but Mark has most of them wrapped around his finger. It’s hard to tell a guy to show some propriety when he was lapping at your balls not two days ago.

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Freudian

“Yeah, take it, fag! Take my fucking alpha dick!”

“Yes, sir!”

Ah, gym bros. Mark was well acquainted with their ways. Dustin here had started buggering him a few weeks back. It made him chuckle to think they were in control. That they had a handle on the situation. Mark was in control. Completely. Any ground given was ground he could recover at a moment’s notice. He played the part of a submissive gay boi for the men who needed the cope. It only mattered that Mark got his prize: the rich creamy dessert. The ends justified the means.

And the slurring? It pissed him off when done without his consent, but when a dude “earned” the right to say it – when he really topped the shit out of his bussy – he could let it slide. He knew that a lot of closeted men slurred the objects of their attraction to deflect their own insecurities. Freudian and irritating, but typical. As if this hunk of douche was any less of a “fag” with his dick firmly up Mark’s beautiful, manly ass.

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Toilet Stalls

Mark waiting in one of the toilet stalls at Sparta for the, uh, “straight” bro he’s been wooing to sneak in and fuck his perfect ass.

Mark’s path always begins with flattery. Gym bros are universally vain and self-conscious and in constant search for validation. Mark gives them what they want. He compliments their bodies, their lifts, their clothes, and he does it with a warming smile. A few weeks of building the bro’s confidence with his words of affirmation, and Mark starts dropping hints about his sex life. It’s planting the idea in the guy’s head – an idea that he has perhaps never truly let himself think about. Men have sex with men. He knows about it intellectually, but he’s never really seen it in the wild.

The dude starts to look at Mark’s mouth differently. All of a sudden, he sees it as a potential house of pleasure. And every now and then, Mark will catch him looking at his butt. So strong and perky and spankable; so much what men want to stick their dicks into. And once Mark’s drops the old “Oh yeah, I fucking love bottoming. I let dudes fuck me as hard as they want”, the guy’s a lock.

And so, the toilet stalls. Lured in by Mark’s brazen, confident sexuality and his genuine love-bombing, and the guy proves something Mark has known his whole life – most straight men… aren’t. And Mark gets to be the beneficiary of the dude’s sexual re-awakening.

Mark loves his life.


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Obnoxious Roidhead

Bro’s such an obnoxious roidhead, everyone in the gym thinks his shouts and grunts are just him being extra about lifting. They don’t see Mark on his knees, giving him one of his world-class blowjobs. But that’s where he is, where he always is.

It’s men like this who really steal Mark’s attention. Chads. Everything about his person is soaked in testosterone. It’s the T Mark wants. He doesn’t care if most of it is synthetic, he just wants to be immersed in it, influenced by it, drowned in it. He’ll swallow as much high-T cum as he can – whether in throat or ass – cause that will bring him closer to the masculinity he loves so much.

The bro doesn’t understand any of that, or care. He’s getting an awesome blowjob from a beautiful man and has never gotten into the habit of thinking too deeply about shit. And that’s also how Mark loves him. Unthinking, obnoxious roidhead masculinity is the best kind. Tastiest cum, too.


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Rival

Luca – Mark’s rival at Sparta. Not many good bois can compete with Mark. In terms of sheer fuckability mixed with all the good boi charms, Mark comes out on top. Then there’s Luca. Beautiful, fit, strong, ass for days and five years younger, he’s the one for Mark to beat. His greatest strength is the strength of all assertive good bois, which is that he knows he’s beautiful and he knows how to use it to get what he wants from men.

Mark sees so much of himself in the boi. His smouldering eyes, his pouty cocksucker-lips, his untameable donk, his go hard or go home attitude when it comes to showing off, and his insatiable, unself-conscious flirtation with any and all men who interest him. Like all good rivals, Mark admires Luca, and resents him. He wants him to fuck off, to leave his hunting ground alone, but he also appreciates his beauty, grace and game.

And the feelings are mutual. While Luca may be younger than my boi, he sees in Mark a skilled competitor, with an even hotter body and a strong claim to the Sparta territory. It’s rare for Luca to bed a man that Mark hasn’t already fucked.

The best days for both are when they’re both on the field, and both in heat. Mark advances on one man, only for Luca to undercut him. Luca begins his oral service of one bro in his go-to cubicle, Mark drags another bro into the cubicle next door and gives the dude anal. Mark’s with a small group of bros, flirting and laughing and gassing them up, only for Luca to swan over, right up to Mark, and begin making out. The bros will scatter – they do homosexuality in private, but they’re not comfort with it in mixed company – and the two bois will be left sucking on each other’s lips until an attendant tells them to stop.

Mark would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit in love with Luca, with his rival. He does everything Mark does, and Mark is kind of in love with himself.


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Time to Serve

It’s late, close to midnight. Mark’s back at Sparta for the third time today cause where else would he be? And he’s all but alone with this beast. Huge and rippling, sweating and topless, lifting dangerously heavy weights and screaming out as he does; this is the man for Mark. Now is his time to serve.

So he approaches. Wearing his best slut-stud gear – stringer vest to reveal his nipples, shorts with a 4-inch inseam that hug his donk, and a backwards cap to make sure this alpha knows Mark’s intentions – he meets the alpha’s eye. He gives him his best good boi attitude. A boy’s frown and a pouting lip; Mark looks like a puppy you’ve just scolded.

“Hey,” says Mark.

The alpha looks him over, breathing heavy from his last set. “Cocksucker?” he says.

Mark’s eyes light up and he nods.

Without hesitation, the alpha stomps to Mark’s side and gives his body a proper examination. His large, unfettered hands molest Mark’s ass and he only sticks his butt out further to give the man full access.

“You get fucked too?” he says. His voice is bass-deep.

“Oh yeah,” says Mark. “Anything you want, bro. Anything.”

“Is that right?” His eyes continue their exploration. He pulls Mark’s shorts down to reveal his strapped ass and he digs around Mark’s hole to make sure it’s worth his time. It is.

“Most of the cocksuckers who hit on me aren’t as fuckable as you,” he says.

Of course, Mark loves that.

“Go wait in the locker room. I’ll finish my session then come fuck you.”

“Fuck yeah, bro.”

The alpha swats his ass. “I’m not your bro. What I’m about to do to your pussy I’d never do to a bro. You call me sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

And Mark leaves for the locker room, rock hard in his jock. The fact that the alpha insisted on finishing his session only makes Mark more infatuated. It would soon be his time to serve, and he was gonna do whatever he could to make sure this king came back for more.


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Slut-stud

Mark’s vibe whenever he’s working glutes. Or any body part. He just has permanent slut-stud energy. And there’s fucking endless bros at Sparta who would love to see this video (or really, to just be underneath all that). Sniffing and licking and lapping like the hounds they are as Mark presses his perfectly worked glutes on their faces.


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Daddy Hole

Mark’s gym daddy (one of them) strutting around with his usual confidence. Earned, clearly. Mark was enjoying the view while daddy was on the step-machine. He’s a total top to Mark and his other boys, but he’s got the glutes of a young god. Mark would bet money that some dom top is making good use of that daddy hole, and would think it a damn shame if he wasn’t.

Maybe Mark could be that dom top. Good bois aren’t necessarily bottoms and cocksuckers. Sometimes, the best thing a man can do to serve is to top. Maybe Mark will get a piece of that daddy hole.


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Mark’s Duty

The look Tony gives Mark after his car blowie. They’ve both got their pump on, full-body. Now that Mark’s seen to his immediate needs, Tony’ll head home to his pregnant wife and spend some good quality time, relaxed. Mark’s duty is done. Tasted good, too.

“Thanks, bro,” he says, kind and genuine.

Mark wipes the cum from his mouth and chin. “It was totally my pleasure, dude.”

“Went a bit hard on you there, though, huhu. You don’t mind, right?”

“Nope,” said Mark with a wink.

Tony sticks his fingers in Mark’s mouth, already rebooting for a potential second round. Mark revs up in excitement. But the moment passes. Tony pulls his fingers out with a wet plunging sound, kicks Mark out the car with a smile and drives off.

How so many of Mark’s hook-ups end. But this is Mark’s duty, so he’ll see it through.


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Basically Straight

Mark’s got two of his gym bros coming over and he’s dressed accordingly. They’re basically straight, and so far he’s only managed to give them blowies. He hopes tonight’s the night they finally cunt his hole.

So he’ll wear a mini-skirt. Just to, you know, make his bros think along the right lines. It’s a tactic he’s used before to great effect. The tease of that tiny bit of fabric “covering” his amazing, fuckable glutes is too much for most men.

He’s just deliberating whether he should feminize his voice. Some “straight” men definitely do prefer that. But he decides against it. He’s a man, he’s gonna act like it. The skirt is for titillation; but the bros will be under no illusion that they’re fucking a woman.

Gay dudes can just think of the skirt like a tiny kilt. I mean, it is plaid.


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Flattery

Mark’s chatting up one of the bros in the showers and it’s going very well. Flattery gets you everywhere with a roided gymbro. Their vanity and self-obsession are already through the roof. Knowing another guy feels the same way is a vital step to getting these guys on side.

It’s a misunderstanding to think gymbros are “alphas”. That is, a supremely self-assured man. Men who take steroids and spend 10 hours a week in the gym are not self-assured. They’re vain and self-conscious and desperate for people’s positive judgment.

Mark knows this. Mark exploits this. Mark tells these men what they want to hear. He opens up a space for them to enjoy flattery without any side-eye or condemnation. He lures them into a false sense of security, then he springs his trap. That is, he offers the gymbro to share in his manly intimacy.

And it almost always works.

Almost all men are bisexual – many just need to spark to bring their homo side out. Mark is that spark.


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The Jock

^^’The Jock’ in question

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As the sesh was coming to an end, Mark knew he had to seal the deal. Otherwise, he’d have to wait until he and Hud were together again, and by then, the moment might have passed. Hudson might come to his senses and keep his distance. Mark caught Hud heading towards the water fountain. Now or never.

He ‘accidentally’ knocked into the bro’s shoulder. Hudson got set to apologize but when he saw it was Mark, he faltered.

“Oh, hey. You know, I just wanted to say sorry for-”

Mark pulled the dumb lunk round the corner and pushed him gently against the wall. He put his lips firmly against Hud’s and grazed the inside of his mouth with his tongue.

Hudson placed his arms on Mark’s shoulders as if to push him off, but the pressure he exerted was token; a necessary show of resistance from a man who identified as straight. Mark pushed his tongue in deeper and locked with Hudson’s own. At once, Mark got a rush of adrenaline and his dick spiked. Nothing got him going like a tongue war.

And Hudson was right there with him.

Mark giggled into Hudson’s mouth. These gym bros did make him laugh. They tried so hard to not be gay, but when crunch time came, heterosexuality fucked right off. Usually.

He slid his hand down Hud’s front and gently cupped his dick. “You feeling alright, bro?”

“Fuck. I’m just, you know…?”

“What?”

“You know…something, fuck, I don’t know.”

“Don’t worry about it, bro.” Mark rubbed his hard crotch against Hud’s. “I’ve got the same problem.”

The jock gasped and actually exerted pressure as he pushed against Mark’s torso. Their dicks separated.

“I’m not like… you.” He winced at the problematic implication.

“No,” said Mark. “Of course you’re not. But listen, I’m gonna head to the restroom for a sec. If you wanna be not like me in there, you’re more than welcome.”

Mark squeezed Hud’s boner, then sauntered off to the locker room. Hud watched him go. Mark made sure to really waddle his glutes with each step. He always wanted to give a bro a show.

The locker room was as crowded as earlier, though the bros had changed. Mark recognised most, but some were new. He made a quick mental note. He’d get started wooing those studs as soon as he could. Hopefully most were either proud gay sluts like him, or closeted basketcases like Hudson. Either way meant more dick.

As he entered the toilets, Hud entered the locker room. Mark smirked.

Signed, sealed, delivered.


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Men

Mark just walked in the locker room at Sparta and his fuck buddy Chase caught his eye to share a naughty smile. The three men looked away pointedly. Some shit about shame. No matter. Mark will just enjoy the view and then enjoy a lot more when he gets them alone. Hudson on the right is due to get his dick wet by Mark any day now.

And look at them – his boys. His men. Such a beauty, such a work of art, so frustratingly misunderstood. Mark resents culture for its intense sexual focus on the feminine. Even his fellow gay men often frame sex and sexuality around woman and womanliness.

Not Mark. For him, it’s all about the man. His body of epic mountain peaks and deep, mysterious canyons; his hard cock and bountiful balls, always ready to achieve sex; his strength as both a tool of subjugation and protection; his complex mind and even more complex heart. Men are the world to Mark, and to good bois everywhere.


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Good Boi Energy

Mark’s buddy Junho sent him this pic from the gym showers and Mark just sent back a fuck you emoji. He was out of action for the week. Visiting parents. Ordinarily, he’d have dropped everything and ran to those fucking showers. A bro needs him, and it’s Mark’s duty to give him what he needs. Mark has good boi energy like no other.

Junho sends back a boner pic, an ass pic, a cute boyish smile pic – and Mark responds with increasing aggravation and lust. His parents wouldn’t mind if he popped out for an hour, right?

Mark lies and says he’s going to the store, packs his slut-wear in his bag, and runs over to meet his fuck buddy for a hot drilling that leaves both boys sweaty and satisfied.

Now to just make it out Junho’s apartment without his girlfriend noticing…


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Guiding

Mark guiding a gym bro’s hands to where they should be. He’s got a lot of patience for his boys. Many of them have never been with a man.

Mark is often the gateway drug for his bros. The first foray into androphilic sex that sets bro on a spiral of homosexual decadence. Mark loves it. One day, dude is pent-up, reserved and toxic. Six months in Mark’s safe guiding hands, and dude is a sexually liberated poly fuckboi – having sex with any hot thing that’ll have him. Mark’s producing an army of bisexual himbo sluts. The gay agenda made manifest. He is the solution.

Some of his boys reserve their androphilia just for Mark. They don’t wanna play the field once Mark’s broken the dam. They just want Mark’s body, Mark’s lips, Mark’s throat, Mark’s ass, and – eventually – Mark’s cock. They are Marksexual. And Mark does everything he can to keep them on side. He strokes their ego, he worships their masculinity and sexuality, he treats their cocks as objects of reverence.

Most men aren’t willing to just give up a delicious good boi who’s champing at the bit to suck his dick, while praising him for every masculine excess that wider culture condemns him for. That shit will mess with a dude’s brain in all the right ways. And all it takes is a firm guiding hand from a beautiful, talented slut.


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Daddy Rick

When Daddy Rick wakes up in Mark’s pad after a night of androphilic fucking. Unfortunately, he can’t stick around for some morning fun. He’s spending the day with his grandkids.

To Mark’s surprise, Daddy Rick was a flip-flopper. Like most men raging with testosterone, Daddy wanted a hard-go at Mark’s flawless ass. But, he also wanted to be done in, pounded, cunted. Mark should have known, what with those little shorts.

He was happy to oblige. He flipped Daddy Rick over and gave him his thick Grecian meat until Daddy was moaning like a true-bottom. It took two fuckings to get Daddy to bust his load – Mark’s cock buried in his hairy hole, Daddy lying on his back, legs up, face contorted in pain/pleasure. Mark lost his first load within five minutes faced with that. It was his second, slower load that gave Mark the time to really get to know Rick.

Mark loved when a bottom-daddy still acted all daddy with him. It’s all; “That’s it, son. Fuck me like a real man. Make daddy proud, come on!” Mark lived for that shit. He couldn’t be doing with bottom-daddies who acted like coy cheerleaders, bitchy fags, or submissive holes. He needed a daddy to keep calm, cool and in control.

Daddy Rick did just that. He’d be on the regular docket from now on. You don’t just throw away a bottom-daddy like Rick. Especially when he fucks back like a 20 year old hound dog. Woof woof.


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Secret Shame

CW: F-slur

Ari might be the biggest bro in Sparta. He has the genetics for it, plus 15 years of roids and bulking and lifting with an intense singularity that’s left him the envy of every bro there. And he has a secret shame.

Ari’s a bottom.

A total submissive nelly bottom who just wants another man to put him in his place. He wants to be called a faggot. He wants to be spat on. He wants to drink a man’s piss. He wants a group of bullies to tie him up and force him to lick their asses while they laugh and jeer. He wants pain. He wants humiliation. He wants a real alpha to find out who he really is, and exploit it. He wants to be conquered.

The muscles are all bravado; armor against any personal or social presumption that he’s not man-enough. He had the genetics for it, and he leaned in. Ari looks like a super strong bull, but he feels like a frightened mouse.

And Mark’s happy to oblige his submissive desires. Ari’s got an ass to match those legs. Huge and powerful and completely intoxicating. And Mark enjoys shoving his dick into it as hard as he can while he calls Ari a dumb little fag.

He’d give the bull after-care if he was allowed. But once Ari’s has his fill of dom cock, he’s out of there. You won’t catch this bro kissing another bro. That shit’s gay, dude.

Even total bottom cocksucking submissive fags like Ari fall prey to the same delusions and mental stasis that forces men in their millions to claim they’re not attracted to men.

Whatever. Mark’s not here to change the world. He’ll let Ari have his secret shame and just enjoy playing with his unbeatable body. That ass though, bruhs, fuuu~


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Showing Off

Mark’s gonna cycle to Sparta today. This is what he’ll be wearing. There and back. Showing off comes naturally to a beautiful, thicc-assed good boi who’s brought hundreds of men to heel.

He’ll turn plenty of heads at the gym. Some of his fuck bros will be there, and they’ll each steal a glance at his perfect, cuntable ass – never knowing that the bro two machines down is doing and thinking the same thing. His dick will spike, his thoughts will turn from lifting to fucking, and Mark will just need to light one little spark – a quick flash of his bare ass, a wink and an air-kiss while bro’s off-guard, an earnest praising of a bro’s gym-honed body – and the bro of his choice will be in the toilets or the sauna of the jacuzzi giving Mark the androphilic pleasure he craves.

Mark loves the power he has over his boys. And it is power. Even when Mark plays the bottom or the sub or the slut, he is always in control. Any power a bro has is borrowed, never owned. Mark would never let himself become a man’s victim.

Either way, you can’t blame my boy for showing off.


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Trace and Cole

*Read about Trace and Cole in “The Bruhs” here on Amazon

Trace and Cole were a couple of “straight” douchebruhs who treated the gym like their own personal weight room. They’d grunt and yell at the top of their voices as they ego-lifted weights way beyond their ken; they’d never clean up their sweat; or put away their dumbbells; or show any degree of conscientiousness at all. And they always seemed to have a lot of stuff; bags and clothes and bottles and accessories that most of the other dudes didn’t.

Trace was the older and “wiser” of the two. He’d clearly been roiding for years; his huge arms spoke for themselves. Cole was his lil bro, learning at master’s teat. It was cute watching Trace guide Cole through a movement, or help him overcome any sense of shame about showing off in the middle of the gym. Cole was probably in his early twenties, clean-shaven and manly-cute. Give him a couple of years on Trace’s stack, and boy would blow up, Mark was sure. Both were completely waxed, tanned and shiny.

Mark was obsessed with them. A couple of handsome, roided bro-bros who were loud, dumb and arrogant. A favorite of Mark’s. They gave off toxic, masc4masc Railr bruh vibes. The type Mark was always happy to get down with. They’d been on his hit-list for weeks now. He was just looking for an opening.

They would know he was gay. Most people in Sparta did. Trace and Cole were the living embodiment of “No homo, bro”. Getting them to a place where they could be comfortable around him was gonna be a job of work, but one day they’d crack. Mark was curious to really test how “straight” they were. In his experience, most men weren’t so. Mark’s gaydar was beeping – slowly, quietly, from a far distance, but definitely on. Trace and Cole would be in his bed, one way or another. Or his sofa. Or floor. Of the gym jacuzzi. Or a toilet. Getting fucked on the Sparta gym toilets was something of a specialty of Mark’s.


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