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
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What closeted boys are reduced to when fucking their girls just doesn’t cut it any more.
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
Boys will find any excuse – including no excuse – to whip it out. And ain’t that why we love ’em?
Won’t they though?
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Himbos may be braindead sluts without education, trades or experience, but don’t ever think these bootilicious sluts will be out of work. Their donks got all the education they need.
Dumb down here, himbos
What the fuck were you doing? You had a good girl with a kid on the way, and here you were in Daddy’s apartment, naked and ready to be mounted. And all cause of your little deal. He’d supply all the chemicals you needed to gain more and more muscle, you’d give up your body to him. It made sense, in a twisted way. He was paying for your body; now, he was just making use of his purchase.
But that wasn’t the only reason you let him use and abuse you sexually. Every time he’d call you a “beautiful boy” or “my gorgeous, macho slut” or whatever degrading yet empowering thing he’d utter in his growling voice while he fucked your hole without mercy, it’s like some light went on in your brain and you’d feel… whole, again?
You didn’t want to unpack that. You didn’t want to unpack any of this. Once Daddy pinned you, fucked you and came, you washed your body – pussy asshole and mouth included – with harsh soap, and went home to your girl to pretend like none of this happened. Until next week. Cause next week you’d get your next pin.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
Mark in a pair of shorts that accent his fabulously fuckable ass. He’s a shameless slut, clearly. But here’s the thing about shameless sluts – they get dick. Which is why people resent them so much. While women are on Twitter complaining about patriarchy, or gays are in the club bitching about each other, the sluts of the world are out there slaying dick and taking names. Don’t resent my boy Mark just cause he knows what he wants and actually works to get it.
Mark and all his Gym Bros
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Coach practices the ideology of permanent-arousal. All of his jocks should feel turned on at all times, no matter what.
Nothing makes a pack of horny young jocks more aroused than playing football in nothing but their straps, shoes and shoulder pads.
If their dicks were allowed to get erect at will, boys would be hella hard. Fortunately, coach keeps them caged up in order to practice the ideology of managed-release. His jocks can cum when he says so, otherwise they’re locked away to keep their testosterone, frustration and arousal at the zenith.
Get Jocked
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When it’s a few months into the jock conditioning, and coach’s newest star is ready for the next phase. He’s gonna learn what it means to enjoy his whole body. For these repressed jocks, getting their ass played with is a big no-no. But coach has a foolproof system. No fucking right now, just some good old rimming to start. And the rimmer is the rookie’s mentor, which helps with the discomfort. They’ve spent the past few months intensely bonding.
Get Jocked
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Coach let one of his jocks-in-training out of chastity for the weekend and he’s already on his third rutting.
It’s still Friday.
The jock program is potent. And you can’t deny the results.
Don’t know if you should feel sorry for Coach’s cheerleaders, or jealous of them.
Get Jocked
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I pride myself on how easily I can get “straight” guys interested in my hot tight body. One minute, it’s all, “I’m not into that fruity shit!”, the next they’re eating out my fuckshoot like it’s their last meal.
A good boi would follow this link
When you find yourself in the clutches of an alpha daddy who’s got you and another boy in a routine appraisal to see if you’re worthy of his stable. “Sell those pussies to me, boys, come on!” said the dom. “You need to be able to make Daddy hard with just a glance of that hole.”
Daddy was gonna pit you both against each other – and he may still – because he only had one space left. But seeing the sheer amount of tasty before him, he may just have to make room for both of you. Lucky himbos.
Dumb down here, himbos
When you take a job as a male-only masseur cause it’s the only way you can get male touch without seeming gay. Well, you at least have a good alibi. Even when you spend half the session molesting their asses. The fact that most of the guys ask for a happy ending is just part of the job as far as you’re concerned. Nothing sus at all.
It’ll be our little secret
A himbo’s clothing choice for Sunday-night football with the guys. He’s yet to face any objections.
Dumb down here, himbos
Daddy’s new favorite roid slut taking a picture for all Daddy’s friends. Daddy loves making these whores do depraved or compromising shit when their girls are in the next room.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
When you visit the specialty men’s underwear store out of prolonged curiosity, and my good boi ass starts working my magic. A kiss and a fondle is enough. You’re sold. That is, ten jocks and a paid Railr account. Good bois aren’t necessarily saints; I need to make a living too.
A good boi would follow this link
“Could you show me again, bro?”
“Okay, but really lean your butt into me. You need the leverage.”
“No problem.”
Bone down on bros, huhu
Bullmeat being herded around a convention center, looking to get a placement at a Barn. The agents are asking him about his strength level, his testosterone, his dick size, his average cumload, his body count, his number of pregnancies caused – intentional or accidental. Things like that. He looks promising, but there are hundreds of other pieces of bullmeat there looking for breeding work. It’s good work if you can get it; it’s a competitive field
It’s milking time
“You said you wanted to touch my ass, right?”
“Yeah but… this just feels too gay, bro.”
“Of course it’s gay, but so what? Are you enjoying yourself?”
“Well, yeah, but…”
“And are you turned on?”
“…yeah.”
“Then what’s the problem? Keep massaging it. If you’re lucky, I’ll let you fuck me.”
“Holy shit!”
“Haha. You closeted boys, I swear.”
It’ll be our little secret
You got validation from showing your ass on camera for random men. The more depraved they were, the more validated you felt.. You kept thinking what it would be like to get fucked by one of these men. They all seemed really nice, paying attention to your silly ass and all.
Dumb down here, himbos
Bro about to declare war on some porcelain and knew he had to send a pre-battle selfie to all his Code bros. All the fellas agree, his weapon is up for the task. The bro rituals are… intricate. Yes, definitely intricate.
Learn the Code, bro
Britney just came on the speakers and himbo went into a kind of trance. The deadlifts can wait; boi gotta dance.
Dumb down here, himbos
Coach’s bull. He’s in the hotel room with the client – the married woman and her husband who hired this ultra-high T man to impregnate her and gift her his alpha genes. She’s passed out on the bed, utterly fucked by his bull-cock, exhausted from orgasming, her pussy gushing with his enormous load. Her husband is lying next to her, in sheer awe of the alpha’s sex.
The bull can only look at himself in the mirror, in sheer awe of himself.
Get Jocked.
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The men at the pool catcall and jeer at the himbo, and so the himbo smiles. He’s learned that any attention from men is good attention, so he basks in their raunchy dudeness. He’s well accustomed to men just fondling his ass, giving him a kiss, sticking their fingers in his mouth, and each time it happens, his dim little himbo brain lights up with serotonin.
Dumb down here, himbos
It’s my duty as a good boi to go where I’m most needed. After a busy day of servicing married businessmen, pent-up gym bros, and overworked cops on the beat, I head to my local dive bar, where the hard men need my attention and interest. Namely, they need my sexy body to fondle and fuck. By night’s end, I’ll be sore and bruised, dripping with cum from both ends. I take pride in my work as an honored slut in service of the endless male urge, so I’ll walk out of that bar with my head held high, take a day to recover, then return to serve again.
A good boi would follow this link
“Huhu, bro, no! It’s getting chubbed.”
“Then let go of my arm, dude.”
“Eeh, fuuu~”
Bone up on bros here
The stud showing off for his alpha. He had so much potential, and Alpha brought it out, just as he brought out his true sexuality. Now Alpha tops his gorgeous boy every night before sending him out into the world to fuck all the pussy, bussy and mouth he wants. Like a man on his own alpha path.
Become a man
“Like this, bro?”
“Yep, perfect.”
“You know I was going fucking hard at the gym. I could shower first-?”
“Nah, bro. I told you you’re perfect.”
“And if you rim me, I’ll stop getting chubbies around other dudes?”
“Oh yeah. Definitely. But I have to go for quite a while. Otherwise it won’t work.”
“If you say so, bro. I need to get control of this shit. It seems I can’t do anything with another guy without getting a boner these days.”
Ah, closeted meatheads. So stupid. So gullible. So sexy.
Bone up on bros here
Coach loves seeing his bulls waddle to the scale for their weekly weigh-in. Bulls are total tops, except for Coach. Coach is the only one who’s allowed to slam down on those huge muscle asses. Coach is the only one a bull would let do it. That’s power. And Coach needs to ensure his bulls are eating everything he’s telling them to eat. All 7000 daily calories of it. The scale doesn’t lie. That’s control.
Power and control. Necessary to keep these enormous bastions of testosterone in check. Necessary to produce the next generation of high-value breeders. Coach is the only one man-enough to be able to control these men. He’s the only one with the power.
Get Jocked.
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Your gay friend wore you down. He kept telling you how amazing it feels to get rimmed. That there’s nothing else like it. No woman had ever put her face anywhere near your asshole, so you were hesitant. But interested. You said yes. And your friend was right. Deep down, you knew the real reason you’d denied him so long is cause you feared the dam it would break. As he licked you down, your walls broke away, and you knew this was just the beginning. It wasn’t the rimming; it was the male intimacy that was causing your head to spin. That was the thing missing from your life.
It’ll be our little secret
“I don’t see the problem, bro.” Your gym buddy bent double to look under the shelves. You stared hard at his ass and massaged your dick.
“Oh, there’s definitely a problem,” you said. “The whole thing’s wobbly. Better keep looking.”
“Sure thing. You know I’m always happy to help.” He was big, dumb and kind. It was so easy to put him to use around the house. He was like a puppy, always looking to please. Especially when you mounted his tight muscled ass like a stallion and he fucked back to help get you off. You didn’t know what his sexuality was. Frankly, he was probably too stupid to know. But it didn’t matter. He liked to bottom, and you liked to top. He liked to do stuff for you, you liked to have stuff done. He was a himbo, you were a stud. You were perfect together.
Dumb down here, himbos
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Himbos can’t help it. It’s almost subconscious. He went to stow his luggage, then stopped as he remembered to pull his jeans down a bit to show off his perfect bubble ass. Every catcall, every pinch, every spank validates him and makes his silly head tingle with joy.
Dumb down here, himbos
When the slutty pool boy keeps sending you videos like this cause he, like all himbos, just wants to have fun. The fact that your wife is sitting across from you eating lunch doesn’t figure in his sexified little brain.
Dumb down here, himbos