He’d pull his shorts up but all the men at the hotel keep pulling them back down so his ass is on show, so it’s kinda pointless. And Himbo wouldn’t wanna do anything to get in the way of their male attention. They love spanking him, groping him, pinching him, finger fucking him, getting on their knees and rimming him. Himbo always giggles when their tongue touches his hole. It tickles.
Dumb down here, himbos
Dumbass was held back by like ten years, but now he’s open season as far as the teachers are concerned. The amount of “detention” this himbo gets is mind-boggling.
Dawww. Your big dumb boyfriend was looking lost and confused, out here on the beach like a lost puppy. But then he saw you and his face lit up. A puppy finding his master.
Your big dumb boyfriend awaits
Dustin contemplating Mark’s offer. He told the lunk that if he wanted a piece of the best pussy he’d ever have, then don’t be shy. Now he’s just staring at Mark doing his Romanian deadlifts in his jockstrap and booty shorts and can’t believe he’s actually thinking about it.
Mark can believe it. That earring is very sus.
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Mark in a pair of shorts that accent his fabulously fuckable ass. He’s a shameless slut, clearly. But here’s the thing about shameless sluts – they get dick. Which is why people resent them so much. While women are on Twitter complaining about patriarchy, or gays are in the club bitching about each other, the sluts of the world are out there slaying dick and taking names. Don’t resent my boy Mark just cause he knows what he wants and actually works to get it.
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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?
A good boi would follow this link
You were a bit upset after this wonderful top fucked you then split. Yeah, the sex was outstanding, your hole’s still buzzing, but you’d hoped to get to know him a bit better now that you’d both cooled down. But why? You think he’s got time for cuddles and chitchat after he’s bust. He’s a top, tops are men, men’ve got shit to do. Like get to the gym to become harder, stronger, cooler. Bottoms are meek and stupid so will struggle to understand, but a top never “cools down”. He’s already on Railr looking for another pussy for his heat.
Obey His rule
It’s inconceivable to a himbo to not be constantly on show. His body is a work of public art. An interactive sculpture. He uses his eyes to beg men to look and touch.
Dumb down here, himbos
“Could you show me again, bro?”
“Okay, but really lean your butt into me. You need the leverage.”
“No problem.”
Bone down on bros, huhu
Being a carpenter was great. You got to work with your hands, feel satisfied in your labor, and meet all sorts of people. Namely, wives, husbands and single-folk home during the middle of the day. They all wanted to buy what you were selling. Maybe it’s cause you dressed so provocatively. A manly slut. And commando was a must. Maybe it’s cause you were so forward in your virile desire. Maybe it was just your raw masculine magnetism. Either way, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a job with a sexy client where you didn’t end up pounding their hole on your coffee break. It’s just your top privilege.
Obey His rule
Bullmeat being herded around a convention center, looking to get a placement at a Barn. The agents are asking him about his strength level, his testosterone, his dick size, his average cumload, his body count, his number of pregnancies caused – intentional or accidental. Things like that. He looks promising, but there are hundreds of other pieces of bullmeat there looking for breeding work. It’s good work if you can get it; it’s a competitive field
It’s milking time
Britney just came on the speakers and himbo went into a kind of trance. The deadlifts can wait; boi gotta dance.
Dumb down here, himbos
“Look, Coach… I got huge!”
There’s nothing more satisfying to jock or Coach than when a jock truly starts to look the part. When the months of training, eating, hypnosis, indoctrination and drugs begin to pay off. Jockboi has completely forgotten who he used to be. Whether skinny, fat, thicc, meek, fem, or just invisible – gone! It no longer matters. All that matters is that he is now jock.
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You and your bro just sharing your daily post-workout kissing sesh.
“No homo, bro?”
“No homo.”
“Love you, bro.”
“Fucking love you, bro.”
Bone up on bros here
After highschool, your dad sent you away to a special camp that promised to make a man out of you. He thought you were too much of a beta. A nerd. And too emasculated for his liking. You were into all that Mario and Marvel crap. Men in tights. Shit wasn’t right. The camp promised to turn cubs into bears, and prey into predators. Your dad liked the sound of that.
And it was truth in advertising. It was a six month intensive course, and you returned home with 20lbs of added muscle, a full chest of hair, a confident personality, and lots and lots of new friends. He didn’t need to know that you had sex with 20-odd buff hairy dudes and learned to take and give dick in equal measure like a champ.
Though, telling him that might be the manliest thing of all.
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A good boi needs to be flexible, which means he needs to be strong. Flexibility comes from strength. Gotta be able to contort ourselves into all sorts of shapes to accommodate all male desires.
A good boi would follow this link
That’s your sixth meal today, and it’s only 5pm. You can’t remember the last time you were hungry, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is you’ve got to eat and lift and roid and fuck cause that’s what good bulls do. No. You’ve gotta eat cause Coach told you to eat, and good bulls do whatever Coach says.
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He’s trying to remember what to do with this thing. The thought’s gone. He’s been standing there for five minutes trying and failing to think. His muscle dom has been going hard with his conditioning, and he’s upped his gear intake this month. His mind is pretty much fucked, but the important thing is, he’s getting bigger and hornier and manlier. He’s fucking any guy his dom sends over. He still remembers how to do that. If he ever forgets how to fuck, then his dom will know he’s gone too far. By that point it’ll be too late and he’ll drop the muscle sub immediately. What’s the use of a man who can’t fuck? Just find another sub and don’t push quite so hard.
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“I don’t see the problem, bro.” Your gym buddy bent double to look under the shelves. You stared hard at his ass and massaged your dick.
“Oh, there’s definitely a problem,” you said. “The whole thing’s wobbly. Better keep looking.”
“Sure thing. You know I’m always happy to help.” He was big, dumb and kind. It was so easy to put him to use around the house. He was like a puppy, always looking to please. Especially when you mounted his tight muscled ass like a stallion and he fucked back to help get you off. You didn’t know what his sexuality was. Frankly, he was probably too stupid to know. But it didn’t matter. He liked to bottom, and you liked to top. He liked to do stuff for you, you liked to have stuff done. He was a himbo, you were a stud. You were perfect together.
Dumb down here, himbos
You were married for fuck’s sake. But ever since you hired that gardener, you’ve felt this moment inching closer. The little looks, the flirty touches, his unnaturally high interest in your life, your work, your day. And he kept coming to work dressed in less and less. Today, it was just these tight little short shorts that gave you a semi as soon as you saw him. After your wife left for work, he made his move. Before you knew it, you were making out on your marital bed, your hands sliding closer to his hole. You’d never been with a man before. You’d repressed for so many years. But this was it. You pushed down your guilt and let your lust overwhelm you.
It’ll be our little secret
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.
It’ll be our little secret
Just a couple of all-American bros. You love to show off together; flexing is your main past-time. The girls go wild, so do the guys. Which suits you just fine. Like all good American bros, you practise chicks on the beach, dicks in the sheets.
Bone up on bros here.
Lose yourself to the pornstar state of mind
Your new neighbour came up to you in the park. A bachelor in his mid-thirties, well-built and handsome like you. He said, nonchalantly, that if you ever wanted to spend some quality man-on-man time, then don’t hesitate to come on over. Immediately, your shorts started to tent. How the fuck did he know? That night, you made your excuses to your girlfriend and went to get completely wrecked by your new best bud.
It’ll be our little secret
You and your best bud, exploring your sexuality together. You know it’s a bit, like, wrong and sus and weird, and you’re definitely not gonna tell anyone about it!, but you’re both just drawn to the other. Things always get a bit out of control, but so long as you don’t truly lose yourselves, it’ll be alright. You’ll return to normal society unchanged. It’ll be alright.
Right?
It’ll be our little secret
He’s been listening to his hypno files for months now. Coach got him onto them. Said it would make him bigger, hotter, manlier. Now he knows exactly what to do. Lift, eat, sleep, repeat. Lift, eat, sleep, repeat. And if he’s an obedient jockboi, he might get to cum as well.
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When you’re just making sure your bro’s decent while doing his pullups. Any good bro would do the same. Grazing bro’s semi is just part of the process.
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Two of Coach’s bulls burning off their huge reserves of calories playing rugby. They can’t be out too long though. They’re on a tight schedule of eating, cumming, shitting, lifting and sleeping. Still, it’s important to get fresh air, to play sports with the other bulls for the bond, and to use up their energy so it doesn’t turn destructive. Some of the beloved cheerbois are watching so the bulls are flexing to make them swoon. After the game, they’ll each take a cheerboi or two and use their pussies to get milked.
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Daily progress shot sent to Daddy to fuel his wank bank. Daddy is particularly keen on glutes; he has his sluts train a minimum of 2 leg days a week. It’s brutal for the sluts but the results speak for themselves. Then, spending 15 hours a week in the gym is brutal but the results speak for themselves. When you’re addicted to gainz, this is the life you lead.
Speaking of, slut’s next appointment with Daddy is in two days. He’ll get his next dose of poison to fuel his growth. He’s hard and leaking thinking about it. Daddy will exact his payment, he knows, but it’s worth it. Your gainz are more important than your heterosexuality.
Fall into Daddy’s trap
How you’ve taken to greeting your gay buddy every time he comes round. Even the thought of it makes you tent. He says that’s totally normal, that all the other bros he makes out with get hard too, so you don’t worry too much about it. Also fucking him just feels cool, you know? He says that’s normal too. All bros are natural tops. You fucking love the sound of that.
Bone up on bros here.
The gay guy at the gym is awful friendly. He keeps helping you with your lifts, and has tons of advice about diet and self-care. One day, on his way out, he pulled down his shorts and gave you this signal. You didn’t know what it meant, but you didn’t care. You were too busy staring at his impeccable ass and straining to keep your boner down. You failed.
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When bro sets you up with a new VR headset and fleshlight. He told you to just click play. There sure are a lot of dudes. You trust bro, he always keeps you straight. And now the dudes are kissing. And now sucking. And fucking. And you’re hard. It’s not long before you’ve busted a vivid load into your new toy. That was the first time you’d seen gay porn. You press replay.
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Bone up on bros here.
When you’ve been macking on your bro for weeks now and he just keeps getting handsier and handsier.
Bone up on bros here.
When you ask bro if these shorts make your butt look big, and he texts back that you look fucking perfect. You can always rely on your bud to give you a confidence boost. You pull them up a little more and start your squats.
Bone up on bros here.
When bro’s getting super bro-y while you’re working out, but you love him all the more for it. You’ve got an always-commando policy in the pad. Underwear just slows a bro down from getting where he needs to go. So it means your stuff is flopping around pretty righteously all the time.
It’s awesome hearing him tame pussy in the next room cause you know he’s packing and her moans aren’t lying. Shit must feel great.
Bone up on bros here.
When Mark dresses like this, it must be leg day. Can you blame my boi for wanting to show off?
The amount of dudes who paw at his ass when they walk by, at times blatantly rubbing their chubbed dicks while they do. Some of them are his regulars, some of them Mark’s never spoken to. Doesn’t matter. He’s a good boi, and a good boi’s body is a permanent source of pleasure for other men. Mark welcomes their molestation.
The gym attendants would say something about his attire, but Mark has most of them wrapped around his finger. It’s hard to tell a guy to show some propriety when he was lapping at your balls not two days ago.
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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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It’s late, close to midnight. Mark’s back at Sparta for the third time today cause where else would he be? And he’s all but alone with this beast. Huge and rippling, sweating and topless, lifting dangerously heavy weights and screaming out as he does; this is the man for Mark. Now is his time to serve.
So he approaches. Wearing his best slut-stud gear – stringer vest to reveal his nipples, shorts with a 4-inch inseam that hug his donk, and a backwards cap to make sure this alpha knows Mark’s intentions – he meets the alpha’s eye. He gives him his best good boi attitude. A boy’s frown and a pouting lip; Mark looks like a puppy you’ve just scolded.
“Hey,” says Mark.
The alpha looks him over, breathing heavy from his last set. “Cocksucker?” he says.
Mark’s eyes light up and he nods.
Without hesitation, the alpha stomps to Mark’s side and gives his body a proper examination. His large, unfettered hands molest Mark’s ass and he only sticks his butt out further to give the man full access.
“You get fucked too?” he says. His voice is bass-deep.
“Oh yeah,” says Mark. “Anything you want, bro. Anything.”
“Is that right?” His eyes continue their exploration. He pulls Mark’s shorts down to reveal his strapped ass and he digs around Mark’s hole to make sure it’s worth his time. It is.
“Most of the cocksuckers who hit on me aren’t as fuckable as you,” he says.
Of course, Mark loves that.
“Go wait in the locker room. I’ll finish my session then come fuck you.”
“Fuck yeah, bro.”
The alpha swats his ass. “I’m not your bro. What I’m about to do to your pussy I’d never do to a bro. You call me sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
And Mark leaves for the locker room, rock hard in his jock. The fact that the alpha insisted on finishing his session only makes Mark more infatuated. It would soon be his time to serve, and he was gonna do whatever he could to make sure this king came back for more.
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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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^^’The Jock’ in question
The following is an excerpt from the first story (The Jock) in Gym Bros Volume 1: Straight Guys Gone Gay. Buy the full thing on Amazon:-
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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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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Mark’s gonna cycle to Sparta today. This is what he’ll be wearing. There and back. Showing off comes naturally to a beautiful, thicc-assed good boi who’s brought hundreds of men to heel.
He’ll turn plenty of heads at the gym. Some of his fuck bros will be there, and they’ll each steal a glance at his perfect, cuntable ass – never knowing that the bro two machines down is doing and thinking the same thing. His dick will spike, his thoughts will turn from lifting to fucking, and Mark will just need to light one little spark – a quick flash of his bare ass, a wink and an air-kiss while bro’s off-guard, an earnest praising of a bro’s gym-honed body – and the bro of his choice will be in the toilets or the sauna of the jacuzzi giving Mark the androphilic pleasure he craves.
Mark loves the power he has over his boys. And it is power. Even when Mark plays the bottom or the sub or the slut, he is always in control. Any power a bro has is borrowed, never owned. Mark would never let himself become a man’s victim.
Either way, you can’t blame my boy for showing off.
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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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