When bro asks you to spot his titanic squat and you say yes without question. Because you’re a good bro. Not for any other reason.
Artist: Albron
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Tag: no homo
You and your bros had a serious make out session that left you all in bruises. You fell asleep on each other like puppies, tired but damn happy. No cumming though. You didn’t cross the No Homo boundary. This time.
Artist: Melonnabar
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“Babe, come on!”
You and bro just vibing on another level and your girl’s getting impatient. She wants to leave, you want to spend more time with bro. It’s a pickle. She’s used to you and bro kissing now, but she’s still not happy about it. She keeps saying it’s “weird” and “gay”. You’re just like “pfft”. It’s “No Homo, babe” cause “he’s bro”.
It makes sense to you. It makes sense to bro. That’s why you love bro. The vibes.
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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 is so cocky, but he’s earned it. He’s always doing this shit around me. I love bro so fucking much. Always got a boner, always thinking of ass, always getting all puffed up while he cops a feel. And always topless, too, which is sick. Dude’s ripped as fuck, insane cum gutters. We share jeans a lot cause we’re tight. Don’t bother me none that his bare dick and donk have touched them. Just makes me feel closer to bro.
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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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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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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 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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*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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