Coach got his whole team of jocks at the farm and things got a little out of control. Which is just how coach likes it. Coach is so proud of all his jocked boys. To think, most of them used to be skinny little closeted losers. They’re so lucky to have found the program.
When you find yourself in the clutches of an alpha daddy who’s got you and another boy in a routine appraisal to see if you’re worthy of his stable. “Sell those pussies to me, boys, come on!” said the dom. “You need to be able to make Daddy hard with just a glance of that hole.”
Daddy was gonna pit you both against each other – and he may still – because he only had one space left. But seeing the sheer amount of tasty before him, he may just have to make room for both of you. Lucky himbos.
Good bois don’t much please each other – goodboi4goodboi isn’t really a thing. But, they can certainly band together for the enticement and pleasure of other men, say at a pool party for the local gay football team?
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.