Good bois don’t much please each other – goodboi4goodboi isn’t really a thing. But, they can certainly band together for the enticement and pleasure of other men, say at a pool party for the local gay football team?
Being a carpenter was great. You got to work with your hands, feel satisfied in your labor, and meet all sorts of people. Namely, wives, husbands and single-folk home during the middle of the day. They all wanted to buy what you were selling. Maybe it’s cause you dressed so provocatively. A manly slut. And commando was a must. Maybe it’s cause you were so forward in your virile desire. Maybe it was just your raw masculine magnetism. Either way, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a job with a sexy client where you didn’t end up pounding their hole on your coffee break. It’s just your top privilege.
You’re nervous. Your wife’s away for the weekend and you decided to take the opportunity to finally try hooking up with a guy. Your date from Grindr should be here soon. He was a cute twink; thin waist, bubbly ass. Totally bangable. You figured it would be easier with a guy like that. A natural bottom who seemed kinda fem. One day, you might try it with another roided meathead like you, but not today. That was too gay for today.
Your gay bro was telling you about his hook-up last night and you were playing along like a good bud.
“And then I fucking busted, dude. All over his cute face. He couldn’t believe how much splooge there was. It was funny.”
“Like this?”
You pretended to get cummed on.
“Exactly.”
“Haha, that’s awesome. I wish chicks would let you do that to them. They’re too worried about messing up their make-up.”
“You should hang with me and my fuck bros, bro. We’re non-stop busting on each other.”
“Eh… okay.”
There it was. You’d been waiting for him to give you an opening for months now. He assumed you weren’t into guys. Probably cause you were hella closeted and never dared express any interest in men. Little did he know that you’d been using his sex stories for your spank bank ever since you met the guy. And now, looks like you were gonna be part of it. Dream come true.
When your gay bro has been trying to get your dick for weeks. You keep turning him down cause you’re “straight” and “straight” guys don’t do that shit. Then he sends you this photo. You don’t know if it was his puckered blowjob lips, his fat bulge, his thick, beckoning ass spread-eagled for your dick, or just his needy fucking eyes. Either way, you drove over to his house as fast as you fucking could, all that nonsense about being “straight” long forgotten.
Your new neighbour came up to you in the park. A bachelor in his mid-thirties, well-built and handsome like you. He said, nonchalantly, that if you ever wanted to spend some quality man-on-man time, then don’t hesitate to come on over. Immediately, your shorts started to tent. How the fuck did he know? That night, you made your excuses to your girlfriend and went to get completely wrecked by your new best bud.
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 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.