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Toilet Stalls

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

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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Obnoxious Roidhead

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

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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Rival

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Luca – Mark’s rival at Sparta. Not many good bois can compete with Mark. In terms of sheer fuckability mixed with all the good boi charms, Mark comes out on top. Then there’s Luca. Beautiful, fit, strong, ass for days and five years younger, he’s the one for Mark to beat. His greatest strength is the strength of all assertive good bois, which is that he knows he’s beautiful and he knows how to use it to get what he wants from men.

Mark sees so much of himself in the boi. His smouldering eyes, his pouty cocksucker-lips, his untameable donk, his go hard or go home attitude when it comes to showing off, and his insatiable, unself-conscious flirtation with any and all men who interest him. Like all good rivals, Mark admires Luca, and resents him. He wants him to fuck off, to leave his hunting ground alone, but he also appreciates his beauty, grace and game.

And the feelings are mutual. While Luca may be younger than my boi, he sees in Mark a skilled competitor, with an even hotter body and a strong claim to the Sparta territory. It’s rare for Luca to bed a man that Mark hasn’t already fucked.

The best days for both are when they’re both on the field, and both in heat. Mark advances on one man, only for Luca to undercut him. Luca begins his oral service of one bro in his go-to cubicle, Mark drags another bro into the cubicle next door and gives the dude anal. Mark’s with a small group of bros, flirting and laughing and gassing them up, only for Luca to swan over, right up to Mark, and begin making out. The bros will scatter – they do homosexuality in private, but they’re not comfort with it in mixed company – and the two bois will be left sucking on each other’s lips until an attendant tells them to stop.

Mark would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little bit in love with Luca, with his rival. He does everything Mark does, and Mark is kind of in love with himself.

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Daddy Hole

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Mark’s gym daddy (one of them) strutting around with his usual confidence. Earned, clearly. Mark was enjoying the view while daddy was on the step-machine. He’s a total top to Mark and his other boys, but he’s got the glutes of a young god. Mark would bet money that some dom top is making good use of that daddy hole, and would think it a damn shame if he wasn’t.

Maybe Mark could be that dom top. Good bois aren’t necessarily bottoms and cocksuckers. Sometimes, the best thing a man can do to serve is to top. Maybe Mark will get a piece of that daddy hole.

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Mark’s Duty

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

The look Tony gives Mark after his car blowie. They’ve both got their pump on, full-body. Now that Mark’s seen to his immediate needs, Tony’ll head home to his pregnant wife and spend some good quality time, relaxed. Mark’s duty is done. Tasted good, too.

“Thanks, bro,” he says, kind and genuine.

Mark wipes the cum from his mouth and chin. “It was totally my pleasure, dude.”

“Went a bit hard on you there, though, huhu. You don’t mind, right?”

“Nope,” said Mark with a wink.

Tony sticks his fingers in Mark’s mouth, already rebooting for a potential second round. Mark revs up in excitement. But the moment passes. Tony pulls his fingers out with a wet plunging sound, kicks Mark out the car with a smile and drives off.

How so many of Mark’s hook-ups end. But this is Mark’s duty, so he’ll see it through.

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Flattery

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Mark’s chatting up one of the bros in the showers and it’s going very well. Flattery gets you everywhere with a roided gymbro. Their vanity and self-obsession are already through the roof. Knowing another guy feels the same way is a vital step to getting these guys on side.

It’s a misunderstanding to think gymbros are “alphas”. That is, a supremely self-assured man. Men who take steroids and spend 10 hours a week in the gym are not self-assured. They’re vain and self-conscious and desperate for people’s positive judgment.

Mark knows this. Mark exploits this. Mark tells these men what they want to hear. He opens up a space for them to enjoy flattery without any side-eye or condemnation. He lures them into a false sense of security, then he springs his trap. That is, he offers the gymbro to share in his manly intimacy.

And it almost always works.

Almost all men are bisexual – many just need to spark to bring their homo side out. Mark is that spark.

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The Jock

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

^^’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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Guiding

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

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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Daddy Rick

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

When Daddy Rick wakes up in Mark’s pad after a night of androphilic fucking. Unfortunately, he can’t stick around for some morning fun. He’s spending the day with his grandkids.

To Mark’s surprise, Daddy Rick was a flip-flopper. Like most men raging with testosterone, Daddy wanted a hard-go at Mark’s flawless ass. But, he also wanted to be done in, pounded, cunted. Mark should have known, what with those little shorts.

He was happy to oblige. He flipped Daddy Rick over and gave him his thick Grecian meat until Daddy was moaning like a true-bottom. It took two fuckings to get Daddy to bust his load – Mark’s cock buried in his hairy hole, Daddy lying on his back, legs up, face contorted in pain/pleasure. Mark lost his first load within five minutes faced with that. It was his second, slower load that gave Mark the time to really get to know Rick.

Mark loved when a bottom-daddy still acted all daddy with him. It’s all; “That’s it, son. Fuck me like a real man. Make daddy proud, come on!” Mark lived for that shit. He couldn’t be doing with bottom-daddies who acted like coy cheerleaders, bitchy fags, or submissive holes. He needed a daddy to keep calm, cool and in control.

Daddy Rick did just that. He’d be on the regular docket from now on. You don’t just throw away a bottom-daddy like Rick. Especially when he fucks back like a 20 year old hound dog. Woof woof.

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Secret Shame

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

CW: F-slur

Ari might be the biggest bro in Sparta. He has the genetics for it, plus 15 years of roids and bulking and lifting with an intense singularity that’s left him the envy of every bro there. And he has a secret shame.

Ari’s a bottom.

A total submissive nelly bottom who just wants another man to put him in his place. He wants to be called a faggot. He wants to be spat on. He wants to drink a man’s piss. He wants a group of bullies to tie him up and force him to lick their asses while they laugh and jeer. He wants pain. He wants humiliation. He wants a real alpha to find out who he really is, and exploit it. He wants to be conquered.

The muscles are all bravado; armor against any personal or social presumption that he’s not man-enough. He had the genetics for it, and he leaned in. Ari looks like a super strong bull, but he feels like a frightened mouse.

And Mark’s happy to oblige his submissive desires. Ari’s got an ass to match those legs. Huge and powerful and completely intoxicating. And Mark enjoys shoving his dick into it as hard as he can while he calls Ari a dumb little fag.

He’d give the bull after-care if he was allowed. But once Ari’s has his fill of dom cock, he’s out of there. You won’t catch this bro kissing another bro. That shit’s gay, dude.

Even total bottom cocksucking submissive fags like Ari fall prey to the same delusions and mental stasis that forces men in their millions to claim they’re not attracted to men.

Whatever. Mark’s not here to change the world. He’ll let Ari have his secret shame and just enjoy playing with his unbeatable body. That ass though, bruhs, fuuu~

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Trace and Cole

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

*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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Off-limits

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Mark’s first meeting with Bruno at Sparta was an unforgettable experience. He got one of the best fuckings he could remember. He was left hunched over in the sauna, splayed and cummy and sweating; head mince from being in bottom-space. He’d assumed Bruno’s dick was off-limits – a strange thing for my boi to assume. But so spectacular was Bruno that Mark truly believed himself unworthy. But not so. Now, he and Bruno are regular fuck buds.

Mark loves spending a Saturday night at Bruno’s penthouse pad. The bro is 40, Brazilian, and a total top. Total top. The type of gay dude who won’t even let himself be rimmed. Which is a pity, cause that hunk has an ass worthy of worship. Almost as nice as Mark’s.

Almost.

Mark’s still recovering from Bruno’s first dicking down of the evening. He’s smoking a joint trying to relax, psyching himself up for round two. Cause Bruno always comes back for round two. Poppers will help. Though against a thirty minute, 2nd load pounding from Bruno’s 9-inch Brazilian cunter, poppers might be a necessity.

Out on the balcony, he gives Mark a little glimpse of what he can’t have. What’s off-limits. Bruno likes his cheeky little teases. He knows Mark’s desperate to get his tongue in there, if not his cock. But Bruno hates it. He’s pretty toxic, to be honest. Thinks bottoming is for lesser men. Cocksucking too. It’s beneath him. Doesn’t bother Mark. He makes room in his life for all his beautiful bros. Tops, bottoms, givers, takers, the selfish, the selfless – Mark begrudges none of them. Bruno waggles his butt back and forth, snaps a little wink to Mark, then comes back in to fuck him silly with his huge Brazilian dick.

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Little Secret

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

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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Gym Slut

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

The type of classic gym slut shit Mark wears. Only, the shorts are usually a little bit shorter.

He’s either responding to some gushing comments on his FortheFans, or he’s setting up a sesh with one of his fuck buddies. Probably not in Sparta. Mark has built his sexual bunker in the gym, but he’s not so silly as to limit where he finds his boys.

A couple of young bros pass by, and one of them wolf-whistles. Mark checks them out. He lightly taps his ass. “Thanks, man,” he says, fully earnest and easy-going. Mark lives to be objectified by men. The two guys chuckle and head away.

He watches them go, eyes fixed on the pig who whistled. He’s shorter and smaller than Mark – not his typical type – but his body-shape is beautiful; a perfect downward triangle. With his football jersey it’s hard to see, but Mark can tell he’s exactingly lean. Sharp abs, snatched waist. He has a surprising amount of ass for a bro so lean. His black, hi-styled sweatpants sway back and forth as he and his buddy head for the drinks machine.

Mark makes up his mind.

Thirty minutes later, that young man is sitting on one of the gym toilets as Mark slams his pussy up and down on his rock cock. He’s already cum. Twice. But Mark’s not stopping.

He knew he was onto a winner when the guy blew his first load hands free while Mark was giving him a lap dance. Mark knows he’s taking this guy’s gay virginity, his anal virginity, and hell, maybe just his virginity.

Mark doesn’t go easy on him though. Mark wants to spoil this guy for the rest of his life. To fool him into thinking that whores like Mark are a dime a dozen. To make him lie awake at night tossing and turning, dreaming of Mark’s ass. For Mark’s unrelenting, perfectly snatched hole to be the best piece of pussy this kid ever has.

And he achieves that. Mark sucks the third load from him with his ass, pulls up his shorts, and leaves with just one slutty wink. His prey is totaled on the toilet; his dick red raw and painful from Mark’s anal abuse. He’s scrambling to get Mark’s details, but my boi’s already gone.

Always leave ’em wanting more. That’s what a gym slut does best.

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The Message

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

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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Breeder Cum

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

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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Bottoming

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

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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Side-eye

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

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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My Boi Mark

January 4, 2024 / / 0 Comments

My boi Mark.

Mark’s a slut, a whore, a home-wrecker, a cocksucker, a fag, a good boi. He’s out, he’s proud, he’s confident as sin, and he always gets what he wants. It’s just a matter of finding the right angle.

And what he wants is masculine men. He’s a masc-chaser. He surrounds himself with masculine aesthetics and manly energy. That’s what gets him off, what sets him off, what pounds his heart and addles his brain. To Mark, there’s nothing sexier than an unabashedly masculine man reveling in his own virility. Marc does the same. He doesn’t just want masc, he is masc. Only elevated. He dresses well, smells good, looks damn fucking good. He wears color and sparkly shit, or else not very much at all. It’s to show off his man’s body – all muscle, chest hair and swinging cock. He’d say fem guys need not apply, but he’s not quite so exclusionary as that. He just has a very powerful preference.

And Mark’s a pro. You’ll find him on FortheFans, posting his latest nudes or jerk-videos or dildo fun. He’s yet to do anything with other guys, though. Crossing the line into outright pornstar is a big leap, and he’s doing just fine with his teasing, tantalizing shows. Fine enough to afford a swank pad in Brooklyn. My boi Mark has expensive tastes.

And what does he do with his glut of free time? He spends it at Warriors of Sparta; an elite gym filled with hot, muscular, masculine men who are always looking to get off. And Mark gets them off. He tops them, he bottoms for them; he sucks them, he fucks them; he worships their bodies, or lets them worship his. He’s got that gym wrapped around his finger, along with dozens of bros who he’s wrangled into his sexual maelstrom.

And it’s all Mark’s little secret.

So don’t tell their wives. Or boyfriends. Or bros.

Or do. Could be fun.

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By Example

January 1, 2024 / / 0 Comments

Coach teaches by example. That’s why you’ll find him in the gym twice a day, everyday, and wearing appropriate attire. The jocks have gotta learn.

It’s hard for the boys to imagine their Coach as anything other than the masculine stalwart he is. Forty-odd, fifty-odd; huge, rugged, strong; the authoritative patriarch; sexually unassailable. But he was young once, he was a jock once. All coaches start as jocks. That time when they were spry and youthful and full of a boy’s mischief and charm.

Coach Schmidt was one of those jocks who knew from an early age that he was gonna go on to form his own tribe. He wanted to be a coach. He looked up to his own coach with intense awe. Once he graduated from his coach’s program and became a full-fledged jock, he went to the military. He needed to be in an ultra-masculine space; the sort of space that made him hot and excited, yet safe and happy. The military honed his machismo further and gave him command of a group of young men. When he returned to civilian life, he was ready to become a coach.

And so he got set-up at a college far from his own coach so as not to have conflict, then got to work building his Team of jocks. Just as his own coach did.

And now there’s over fifty people in his tribe; assistant coaches, jocks, bulls, cheerbois and runts. He’s rich and prosperous; his program is perfect; he has endless access to cocky jocks and beautiful cheerbois to keep his dick wet. But this empire takes work and determination to keep. That’s reflected in his body. A coach’s body is his empire, symbolically. He must be the biggest and strongest jock on the squad. He must lead by example.

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Bull Pool

January 1, 2024 / / 0 Comments

This is the Bull Pool. Just a place for Coach Schmidt’s big boys to cool off in the summer when the heat starts to get to them. If you weighed 320lbs, you’d sweat like a fucking hog, too. And sweat they do. Coach doesn’t accept a boy as a member of his bullpen until he reaches that glorious 300th pound (fat in check).

If a bull’s been good, Coach’ll send in some of the cheerbois to keep him company. Those beautiful svelte bottoms love nothing more than sitting on the laps of their big brother-bulls, getting their puffy assholes violently played with, soaking in his obnoxious, reeking masculinity. The bull’s probably chowing down on a massive pizza during, or six men’s worth of hamburgers. Coupled with the cum oozing from his overactive cock, and the Bull Pool gets fucking disgusting fucking fast. A thick film of highly potent bull cum will cover the water by the end, especially if more than one bull shares the pool. A dangerous scenario. The bulls aren’t always too friendly with each other. If there’s plenty of food, plenty of hole, plenty of room, plenty of attention, then bulls can be the best of bros. If there’s ever competition for resources, then these huge slabs of meat can and do get violent. So Coach will only share the pool if he has plenty of cheerbois to spare for the evening. The clean-up, as ever, is left for the runts. Sometimes they’ll only have ten minutes to drain the scuzz from the pool before the next bull barges in and takes his pleasure.

Bulls are incredibly simple. They just wanna shovel food into their stomachs, lift heavy bits of metal, and put their dicks into tight holes. Coach ensures all three urges are kept well-satisfied.

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