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Taking a shower with your bro saves water. Think of the environment. And kissing your bro saves… emm… women from having to buy chapstick… or something…
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Making out with your buddy in public for the first time. You’re totally in love and you don’t care who knows it.
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You and bro go camping every other weekend during the summer, like ritual. Everyone thinks you’re just doing guy shit, like fishing and and hiking and stoking campfires. And that’s true. But the guy shit is a little more… intense than just that. Fuck, it started off innocent enough, just buddies spending quality time with each other. But I don’t know, something clicked in the both of you. Before you knew it, you were clothes-off, sucking down each other’s hogs like you’d never get another chance. And that’s kind of how it feels, right? Like, this is the last chance, cause this whole thing is a fantasy. But there you both are, every second weekend, sucking dick, fucking ass, kissing lips and generally doing “guy shit” in a way you never let yourself imagine before. And this is the real guy shit. Accept no substitute.
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After months of flirting, side-eyeing and falling asleep drunk in each other’s beds, your closeted buddy final told you how he really feels. You were so excited, you leapt up in his arms and kissed him right there in the street.
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Yeah, just eat bros face. Fucking awesome! He must have just won a Smash tournament or something.
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The girls have gone in to get changed, so you take the opportunity to have a quick 3-way kissing sesh with the boys.
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Your wrestling partner’s out and proud. You can’t help but envy him his size and strength, his confidence and masculinity. You fight aggressive. You don’t hold back. You’re not gonna let some fruitcake beat you. You punch him right in the eye. For a second, he seems stunned and you well-up with regret. You figure he’s gonna hit back. Instead, he cups your hairy titty and kisses you deep. Now you’re stunned, and all you can do is let it happen. He tells you that he knows how you feel about him. He knows you like guys, too. You try to deny it, but what’s the point? Your dick’s doing the talking for you. And besides, now you’re making out with your sexy wrestling partner who you’ve been jacking over for weeks.
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You and your best bud, exploring your sexuality together. You know it’s a bit, like, wrong and sus and weird, and you’re definitely not gonna tell anyone about it!, but you’re both just drawn to the other. Things always get a bit out of control, but so long as you don’t truly lose yourselves, it’ll be alright. You’ll return to normal society unchanged. It’ll be alright.
Right?
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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.
You and your buddy always hang back after practice to get in your bro time. It’s the best part of the day.
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When it’s past 2am and all the girls have left. That’s when the club really gets bouncin’.
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When you’re horsing around with your bud in the pool and things suddenly get weird. You both go in to kiss. Your heart’s beating crazy. This is wrong… but it feels so right.
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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.
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When the French couple who moved in next door takes you under their wing and tries to bring you out of the closet. You swear you’re not in the closet, they keep proving otherwise. They say their gaydar’s never wrong. You’d counter their point, but you keep being the filling in their beefcake sandwich. Hard to say “No, no, I’m straight” when a man’s kissing his own cum from your lips.
Don’t ask about it and don’t tell about it here.
What happens at the cabin stays at the cabin. Right boys? Such an awesome and totally accurate broism. Mancaves – bro squats – are where dudes can be dudes with each other without, like, judgment and shit. It’s awesome and every bro needs to get into it.
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When you and your best man were supposed to be getting dressed for your wedding but soon found yourselves naked, hard and eating each other’s faces. As you plunge into his hole, you start to question whether marrying Stacy is really what you want…
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When you’ve been macking on your bro for weeks now and he just keeps getting handsier and handsier.
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Just getting in your daily kissing practice with bro. Practice makes perfect. For the chicks. Perfect for the chicks. That’s what you care about.
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When you and bro are tag-teaming a girl, but you can’t keep your eyes off each other. Or your mouths. She finds it hot, which is good. A nice cover. You’re kissing cause it makes her wet. Uh huh. You’ve kinda stopped fucking while you kiss, tho but…
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When you and bro are both about to go on leave, so you make sure to get in plenty of bro-time before you have to go home and endure spend time with your girls. Leave sucks. If you could have it your way, you and bro would be on duty together all year round.
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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.
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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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Bro wanted to show you this trick he could do with his tongue. What were you gonna say, no? You always say yes to bro. He’s bro.
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You were playing gay chicken with bro (again), and it got out of control (again).
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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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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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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.
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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’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.
^^’The Jock’ in question
The following is an excerpt from my story Gym Bros #1: The Jock. Buy the full thing on Amazon ($2.99):-
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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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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OGs of Homofascism – openly gay before the revolution and the mass conversion to homosexuality. Once marginalized, they are now on top of the social ladder. They are executives at their company which manufactures armaments for the State. It gets them hard to think their work is directly aiding in spreading the just war of homosexual expansionism. They are respected daddies in their communities – both in their late 30s and the proud fathers of three sons. They’re raising them to the Party’s dictum, word for word. They welcome the weekly visits from the orthodoxy police to ensure their sons are on the right androphilic path. A bruising enforcer testing you on your loyalty and masculinity is enough to set any boy gay. And they enjoy all masculine pastimes. They love sports, they workout, they build, and fix, and reason. Before, they used to distinguish themselves between top and bottom, but no more. It’s counter-revolutionary, but also contrary to their new understanding. The one who identified as a bottom truly internalized the desire to use his manhood to bring pain and pleasure to another man. His fear of topping vanished with the androphilia that subsumed the nation in the years following the revolution.
And they were happy to surrender any and all feminine pursuits they had indulged once upon a time. The Party was right to purge the nation of all symbols and acts of effeminacy. They once enjoyed drag shows, but now they see them as the pinnacle of hetero-feminine decadence. Men dressing up and acting like women? What an affront to androphilia. What an affront to the Patriarch. It makes them cringe with genuine shame to think they used to enjoy it. But that was the past. They’re changed men. Completely at one with the Party and their leader.
They’re enjoying their Sunday at the beach, surrounded by hundreds of gay men and their families – both original and converts. They love their new converted brothers, and they fully accept that they have cast aside their heathen heterosexuality. But most OGs of Homofascism never quite get over their superiority complex. The “I was here first” outlook. Still, a gay’s a gay for all that. And here, on this sunny beach on the Med coast, there’s only gays to be found. Not a straight man in sight. Not a woman in sight. This is the paradise they were promised. The Party said they would deliver, and deliver they did.
Glory to the Patriarch.
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