There’s nothing sus about worshipping bro’s incredible body. Nothing sus about that at all. You’re both pretty bricked while you do it, so that must mean it’s fine. Bricked is good. Being bricked is totally bro. Homos don’t get bricked.
Bone up on bros here.
You’ve taken to smelling all the jocks lying around the locker room. That’s totally normal, right? And you jack your solid boner while you do. That’s normal too, right? And you imagine Brad and Donny and Tyler making out and sucking dick when you bust a nut. Which is also normal. You know it’s all No Homo cause… well, cause it has to be. What’s the alternative? Homo?
Brah, come on.
Don’t ask about it and don’t tell about it here.
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.
Bone up on bros here.
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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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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