It’s all fun and games until you end up donks-out in bro’s bed.
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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.
Don’t ask about it and don’t tell about it here.
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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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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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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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.
Don’t ask about it and don’t tell about it here.
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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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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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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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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You went on vacation with your bros and, as everyone knows, anything that happens on vacation stays on vacation.
When in Rome, fellas.
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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.
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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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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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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!
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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.
When bro needs a little extra motivation to get out in the gym today and kill it. Bros helping bros go gym and get bigger is true bro. Whatever it takes, fucking do it.
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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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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?
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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.
Bros love donk.
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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.
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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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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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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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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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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*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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The following is an excerpt from my story Gym Bros #1: The Jock. Buy the full thing on Amazon.
“Welcome,” said Dan to a man across the desk. “How can I-”. He cleared his throat. “How can I help you, today?”
“Was hoping to join,” said the man. He spoke in the same cadence as all gym bros. Low, breathless, carefully unprissy.
Mark was the same. As he licked teasingly on the thick rod waggling before him, his mind wandered. Gym bros had a way of speaking that distinguished them from the general man. Maybe it was the heavy roids the dudes did. Maybe it was their societal hang-ups forcing them down an octave. Maybe such men were destined for the gym. Fuck knows.
“Just moved nearby,” said the customer.
“Nice,” said Dan. He paused just as Mark really got down to work. “You from New York?”
“Nah, Oklahoma. Just landed a job here in the city.”
“That’s great, man. Have you- mmm. Have you used one of our gyms before?”
The client frowned in confusion as he stared down the 40-year old ex-bodybuilder with his bulging arms and frayed baseball cap. “You alright, dude?”
“Yeah. Sorry, just nursing an old injury.”
“Sorry to hear that, bro.”
“Comes with the territory.” His hand came below desk and grabbed the back of Mark’s head. “Tore my quad up years ago when I used to play football.”
Dan subtly jutted his hips forward and back. Mark kept pace, never gagging.
“Damn, sounds painful.”
Mark giggled silently from his hiding space. It was anything but painful, you damn idiot. Mark took Dan’s shaft all the way to the base and back and savored the fucker’s poorly-contained frissons of pleasure. To Mark, this shit was a walk in the park. An under-desk blowie before noon? No problem, no drama. Mark pulled the thick 5-incher from his mouth as quietly as he could and lapped at the glistening pink cockhead. He continued scrolling through his socials while he sucked.
Oooh, they’re releasing a new line of Pound! jockstrap. Mark liked the post and continued scrolling, never letting up on his suckling. Dan’s frustration came through in the force applied to the back of Mark’s head. He clearly wanted to fuck face, but was constrained by the civilization of it all.
Pity.
“Never mind about that,” said Dan. “So you wanna join? I’m happy to help you there. I’m Dan. I manage this gym.”
He held out his hand to shake the newcomer’s and Mark tickled his balls as he did. They were high and tight, as per his roiding, and hairier than most of the men here. Gym bros tended to be a vain bunch – body hair was usually a rare delight.
Dan shook the client’s hand with an awkward cadence, like he had some kind of subtle tick. He usually had a good poker face. Men like Dan were used to being sucked off, whether by guys or girls. People always wanted to be on their knees for a football jock, for a bodybuilder.
“Name’s Hudson,” said the client. “Nice to meet you.”
“You too. If you just take one of these application forms, hand it in when you’re done. Then I can give you a tooour!”
Mark twist-jacked his dick with one hand, tickled his balls with the other, and suckled the tip with his mouth. His great cocksucking trifecta. Dan was seconds from busting. Mark could tell.
“Right,” said Hudson. “Sorry about your leg, bro.”
He walked away to a nearby seating area. Dan called after him. “And welcome to Warriors of Sparta. Where we turn mice into-”
He bust his load and it shot into Mark’s hermetically sealed mouth. The ropes blasted against his tongue and throat and Mark gulped it down joyously. His prize.
“-men,” Dan squeaked.
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Dustin and Chase. Two of Mark’s regular suck jobs who have no clue about each other’s little secret. They all know Mark’s gay though, and are easy and open about it. They’re modern men – homophobia’s sus, dude!
Mark loves it when they’re in together, cause they just get so fucking bro-y.
“Marky really has some fucking cake, though, Jesus!” says Dustin as Mark bends down to do his dumbbell rows.
“Yeah, dude,” says Chase. “Wish my girl had an ass that thicc.” He gets in close to Mark, presses his crotch up against Mark’s hole, and spank’s him. He backs off in a rush, groping his junk, tongue sticking out, and laughing. Dustin joins him. The bros think this is so fucking funny.
“No homo, bro! No homo, bro!” says Chase, half joking, half self-serious.
“You guys,” says Mark as he finishes his set.
“You, eh, bottom though, right?” says Dustin, as he too gets in close to Mark and pets his ass.
“Well yeah, bro,” says Mark. “Look at my ass.”
“Good fucking point,” says Chase. “That’d be a crime against gay dudes everywhere if you didn’t bottom.”
“Exactly,” says Mark.
Both men are just freely pawing at his ass.
“Things alright at home, boys?” says Mark.
Everyone laughs and goes back to working out.
Mark heads to the toilet, and finds himself cornered by Chase. No preamble, they find themselves in Mark’s favorite toilet stall, making out. Chase gropes his ass freely now. Before long, Mark’s on his knees taking Chase’s hard dick to the hilt.
They return to the floor; Chase relaxed, Mark heated. He wipes the remnants of cum from his lips as they find Dustin again.
“Playing battleshits, guys?” he says.
“Eh, yeah,” says Chase.
Mark winks at Chase from behind Dustin’s back, fully knowing he’d have Dustin in the same stall later that day.
Just their little secret.
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CW: Misogyny
Mark seeing to one of his boys in the gym showers. Apparently, the missus is holding out on him. Using sex as a weapon, as women often do. Lucky for him, Mark’s always willing to get a bro off.
Mark will never understand women. Bro here has an eight-inch fuckstick, a jovial but aggressive personality, a roid-honed body, and a handsome face to boot. And yet his wife cares so little about sex that she will use the lack of it against him?
Mark envies no one: he’s got it too good. But sometimes he looks at women with a kind of bemused resentment. Women have such easy access to men, to dick. And yet, they rarely take advantage of it. Or, they exploit it to nefarious ends.
The hoops Mark has to jump through to get these bros to surrender their dicks to him would make most women weep. The risks Mark runs in courting men of questionable sexualities. The social stigma of homosexuality…
Whatever. Her loss. He’ll just continue sucking off her husband, giving him the pleasure she selfishly denies. Mark knows he’s close to getting bro to fuck his ass, too. He keeps pawing at Mark’s glutes, or else bending down to have a grope while Mark sucks him off.
Mark prefaces his encounters by telling his bros to “treat me like a whore in a porno.” That’s enough to make most men perk up. After a few sessions to get comfortable, they take him literally. Once a man’s gotten accustomed to sloppy, deep-throated, facefucked head while the sucker stares up at him in reverence and practically begs for more, it’s hard to go back to safe, boring woman-head. And by that point, even pussy starts to feel kind of meh.
And Mark’s not to blame. He’s an expert at sex, always willing, and actually loving towards men. He’s an androphile. Most women aren’t. Most women endure men, and their sex. But women would do well to start taking pointers from my boi, otherwise more and more men will fall under a good boi’s spell.
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*Read more about Junho in “The Player” on Amazon
“Dude, get in here and let me play with that ass.”
Mark’s flawless Korean fuck buddy Junho is soaped up and ready to get down. His girl’s out shopping for her next Instagram fit, so that gives Mark and Junho plenty of time to fool around at his place.
“Oh, you topping today, bro,” says Mark.
“Yeah, if you’re good. You good, right, bro?”
“Always ready, don’t worry. But romance a bro first before you go straight for the ass, come on.”
“Shit, sorry, dude!
Mark loves kissing his boys. It’s a 50/50 split – which fuck buddy does/doesn’t kiss. Junho, no problem. Bro’s totally down-the-line bisexual and will fuck any hot thing that moves. And Mark’s full-gay bros love to lock lips. He can have some good, long make-out sessions with them – slow and sensual; lips locked in permanent pressure, not releasing them even for a second until the moment’s passed.
His other bros, though… It’s a funny thing. A lot of closeted men will stick their tongue deep into Mark’s asshole before they’d stick it in his mouth. Kissing is often the final frontier. The last step before some kind of sexual catharsis. Most men don’t wanna take that step.
Pity.
At least Mark has his bro-sluts to keep him company.
“Can I fuck you now, bro?” says Junho after a ten minute kissing/petting/frotting sesh.
The answer is always yes.
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Clayton is one of Mark’s regular lays. He’s come to expect blowjobs on demand. He just gives Mark a look – a piercing, masculine gaze – and Mark gets down. He doesn’t need to say anything. Mark gets the message.
Mark wrote the message.
This is what Mark wants. For his sexual services to be so normal that he can just do it. No questions asked. No tedious homophobic defenses necessary.
It only goes down like this when Clayton is scrambling to reclaim the power. Usually, he’s so beholden to Mark’s abilities that he melts like putty in Mark’s presence. All it takes is a cheeky wink from Mark, and Clayton chubs up. His thoughts divert from weight lifting to dick sucking. On the one hand, that’s not hard. These bros are sex-ready with nowhere to go. On the other hand… Clayton’s straight.
Or
He pretends to be. Fuck knows. It’s not really Mark’s business. But clayton had been a hard nut to crack. It took weeks of flirting and cajoling before Clay finally gave in. Once he did, though, the floodgates came down. He bust his load in Mark’s mouth, ran away, and was back two days later for a second go. That was faster than most of the bros.
And now he’ll take a blowie as often as he can. From what Mark can tell – cause all his gym bros get very vulnerable with him once he’s taken their dick for the tenth time – Clay has stopped fucking his girl. The head is too good. He doesn’t need her to get off now.
And of course, Mark loves that.
The message is clear – Mark is always ready to serve. So don’t be shy. Use him good, use him hard, use him often. That’s what he’s there for.
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CW: F-slur, internalized homophobia
Married, four kids, good job, you know the drill. Doesn’t stop him treating Mark’s fuckhole like a disposable flashlight; good to be thrown in the bin once it’s dripping with his breeder cum. And Mark lets him. For a man like that, there’s not much Mark wouldn’t do.
He’s called Pat, but Mark wants to call him Daddy. He tried it once, and Pat got real pissy. Took Mark’s jaw in his big hand and told him to never call him that again. Mark obeyed. He wasn’t gonna anger a tanked, defensive roidhead for no reason. Still, in his mind, Pat was Daddy.
And to Pat, Mark was faggot. Mark didn’t let just any man call him that. If a gym bro was on his level – on equal footing of masculinity and muscularity – then he wouldn’t allow it. Any gym bro who called him that would be getting a clap back, and Mark was a strong man. But Pat wasn’t on Mark’s level. He was on the next rung up. He was an alpha. Mark wasn’t ashamed to admit it. He recognized their different spheres of manhood, and he respected it. Pat was more of a man than he was.
For men like this – hypermasculine alphas with homosexual ideation – homophobia is often the only way they can square their conflicting feelings. He believes being gay is decadent and feminizing, but he feels drawn to men in a way that goes beyond platonic camaraderie. He wants masculinity. He wants intimacy. These ideas are at war – at least in Pat’s mind.
The better angels of Mark’s nature tell him that he’s helping Pat come to terms with his demons. That he’s showing Pat it’s possible to be a hypermasculine alpha, and truly enjoy the company of men. But the selfish, sordid, dark recesses of Mark’s desire don’t want Pat to overcome his internalized homophobia and find open, liberated comfort in homosex. They want Pat to remain closeted, and frustrated, and homophobic. Because when Pat fucks his breeder cum into Mark’s perfect pussy in a rage of homophobic shame, Mark orgasms like with no one else.
Even my shameless, confident good boi Mark struggles to sweep that one under the rug.
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Mark treating one of his regulars to his first bottoming experience. Ryan was deep in the closet and had heavily resisted Mark’s flirtations and advances. But eventually he fell. They all did.
It was blowjobs at first; then Mark convinced Ryan to fuck his ass. Wasn’t too hard, actually. Mark’s ass is legendary. Then, of his own volition, Ryan sucked Mark back.
Weeks later, and Ryan was dropping hints he wanted to get fucked. Mark showed him the joy of getting rimmed, and ever since, bro got more and more ass-focused. Obsessed. He’d send Mark messages at one in the morning of a peach emoji and a crying face. Looking for a bro to rim him, but no bros available. Poor bro.
Mark took the hint. He’s an observant boi, my Mark. With a hobby like his, you have to be. So he spared Ryan the embarrassment of asking to bottom, and took charge.
Mark tends to bottoms: mainly cause most of his bros want to top… or are unwilling not to. You know, cause bottoming’s “too gay”, or “too fem”. Some genuinely prefer to top. Bottoming isn’t for everyone, and you can’t shame a man for that. But Mark puts himself at a man’s service, and that means he’ll give dick just as readily as he’ll take it. He is the ultimate good boi.
So one day, in the showers of Sparta, Mark made his intentions plain. Ryan didn’t say anything, he just nodded. Bro wanted this so fucking bad. Mark kissed him calm, then worked down his back until he was confronted with Ryan’s perky, pretty ass.
Kiss. Kiss.
Mark would ease him in with a rimjob, seeing how he loved that. Then, he’d get the dicking down. And Ryan would love that, too. Bros like Ryan were made for taking dick, though they’d never admit it. Mark had been around the block too many times; he knew how these guys worked.
Ryan wanted to embrace his homosexual urges to their zenith. Ryan wanted a safe space, and a safe pair of hands to do that. Ultimately, Ryan wanted to know true androphilia: sexual intimacy with another man. But he felt restrained – by society, by upbringing, by himself. Ryan was just another closeted gym bro; this is what they’re like.
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Often how it begins. A flirty side-eye in the locker room. If a bro’s amenable, fun shenanigans occur. Otherwise, Mark gets a dodgy look and bro moves to the other side of the room. Occasionally he gets a black eye. Usually it’s the first, but it’s all part of the hunt. Sometimes, the prey gets the better of him.
Mark started coming to gyms when he was 18, and now, at 28, he’s a pro. He’s honed his craft and his confidence in the locker room. Learning about men, and how to be a man himself; learning about sex and how to bring pleasure to others; and learning about muscle and how to build the type of body he wants to fuck. Gyms are his holy place, and locker rooms his favorite part; the warm, sacred center of his place of worship.
Mark’s well-practiced on these kinds of interactions. If he feels the good vibe – the energy that says “Ya, bro, I’m buying” – then he gives the guy a look. A sultry but subtle gaze that goes beyond anything one of his bro-bros could offer. Then his eyes travel south and give the dude an overt stare of his crotch. All the better if dude’s swinging free. Mark often struts around locker room’s naked. He loves his body, and has no shame. He likes it when other dudes meet him where he is.
And then…? Then, it’s whatever you imagine. Mark grabs the dude’s free cock and gets in close, breathing hard on the guy’s heavily-scented neck. Mark goes right to his knees and swallows the bro’s burgeoning manhood whole – completely owning the dude’s desires in a matter of seconds. Or maybe Mark entices him into a bathroom stall for some privacy. He bends down and opens up his pre-prepped pussy for the bro to take full advantage of everything Mark has to offer.
All of that and more. For Mark is a whore, and whore’s are kings of desire.
And it all starts with an innocent side-eye.
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