
One more flex before you shower.
Okay, one more.
And another.
Lose yourself to the ego

The more muscle you’ve gained, the more masculine you’ve gotten. The more masculine you’ve gotten, the more muscle you’ve gained. It’s a chicken and egg cycle of testosterone concentration. They call you a soldier now. Who? The other masculine zombies. You’re all soldiers. Yeah, you fucking like that. Like it like hard and dripping like it. You feel like a fucking action figure, ready to be played with. Your dick is just hard all the time now. It doesn’t go down, no matter how much you nut, your thick wood is hard and dripping. Drip drip drip. And the more you put aside feminine and childish pursuits, the more it drips.
Mark has his ways for getting all the closeted, self-hating, DL, married, straight, “straight” and repressed men at the gym to give him their attention. Well. He has one way, mainly. He has the world’s most clappable ass. When Mark struts in the gym, none of the fellas can resist a look, and few can resist a shot.
I mean, could you?
Mark and all his Gym Bros
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DL dude, texting his fuckbuddy where to meet. He’s here with his girl, but when the need strikes the need strikes. And she doesn’t give blowies on-demand. Or ever. And even if she did… Pfft. The boners just come easier when it’s a man’s lips wrapped around his member.
It’ll be our little secret

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.
It’ll be our little secret

Where your hands inevitably go when your wives leave the room. You really need to get another boys-only camping trip organised.
It’ll be our little secret

Just a regular Friday night for these boys. Bro struck out with the chicks at the bar, so stumbled back to the house of his two gay besties and they fucked. Dude strikes out cause he always goes for the hottest chick, every time. They keep telling him that he should aim a bit lower, but he keeps telling them it’s 10s or the boys. Women aren’t worth the hassle unless they’re total bombshells.
Bone up on bros 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.
It’ll be our little secret

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.
It’ll be our little secret

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.
It’ll be our little secret
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