Coach makes his boys wear white socks, because uniforms are important in maintaining groupthink. But one Friday a month he lets his boys where colorful socks. You know, to express their individuality for a few hours.
This was the only place you and your best bud felt comfortable doing this. What was it? Two years you’d been coming out here to fuck. Your wives didn’t know. Or maybe they did, but they didn’t say anything. When you got back to civilization, you and your bud wouldn’t talk about it. Just, whenever you’d share that special look, you’d both find yourselves back in the forest. The outdoors, the secrecy, the sheer lust. Nothing made you hornier. Nothing connected you more to your shared manhood.
When the slutty pool boy keeps sending you videos like this cause he, like all himbos, just wants to have fun. The fact that your wife is sitting across from you eating lunch doesn’t figure in his sexified little brain.
You and your best bro of ten years spend all your free time together. At the gym, watching the game, weekend camping trips. You name it. But your most common hobby is taking your dogs on their daily walk. Once you’re deep enough in the forest, you grab each other’s hands. Once you’re deeper still, your hands grab for something else. And that’s when things get really deep. And somehow, no one knows. Least of all your girlfriends. They just think it’s really sweet that you’re such good friends, and that the dogs get plenty of exercise. Not even when you return with your asshole still dripping with your lover’s cum does she notice.