He’s a year into the program, and jockboi just can’t fucking believe the results. The daily gym grind, the supplements, the bulking, the chastity, the weekly check-ins, the sacrifices he’s made – it was all worth it. He’s now fully and truly a jock. He’s only gonna become more powerful.
How you’ll find me every day. Us good bois take on many roles, but I would argue the primary, most ubiquitous role, is that of cocksucker. Cocksucking is essential. It’s the most approachable form of penetration, and attracts the largest amount of men to take part. Not every guy wants to fuck another guy’s ass, and it’s something I’m not always up for. But I am always up for sucking. There are a lot of feeders and potential feeders out there, looking for a warm throat to deposit their nutritious load. I’m that throat. I’m here to serve. Daddies, studs, bros, twinks, out men, closeted men, single men, married men, older men, younger men – they all want my throat. It’s an honor.
When the bros are all pent up, but cause of No Homo, this is as far as they can take it. They’ll need some serious pussy when they’re done with their little petting sesh.
Coach loves seeing his bulls waddle to the scale for their weekly weigh-in. Bulls are total tops, except for Coach. Coach is the only one who’s allowed to slam down on those huge muscle asses. Coach is the only one a bull would let do it. That’s power. And Coach needs to ensure his bulls are eating everything he’s telling them to eat. All 7000 daily calories of it. The scale doesn’t lie. That’s control.
Power and control. Necessary to keep these enormous bastions of testosterone in check. Necessary to produce the next generation of high-value breeders. Coach is the only one man-enough to be able to control these men. He’s the only one with the power.
I love my kissing bros. Not all of the men I service wanna kiss me. For many men – the closeted, defensive ones – it’s a step too far. And it’s a shame, cause I know the power of a slow, intimate make-out session. The comfort, fun and joy it can bring. So I’m deeply appreciative of the men who do wanna kiss. Yeah, one way or another, I’ll be on my knees soon enough, but the thirty minutes of tonguing foreplay makes all the difference to me, and I know to him too. I know for a fact he doesn’t do this shit with his pregnant girlfriend anymore.
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 till you shoot. That’s when you know you and bro are tight.
When your nerdy friend is struggling with the ladies, so you offer to show him the ropes. You’ve been helping bros learn to kiss and fuck for years now; you’re an expert. And like all good bros, you want to extend that expertise to the bros in your community to make them doper, cooler, sicker, hotter. That’s what a bro does.
When one of your brother’s friends is gay and confident. He offered to teach you how to kiss. Chicks, that is. To help you practice for when you’re ready to start slaying pussy. You’d never said yes to anything faster in your life.
When all the out guys at the party keep coming over and kissing you and you don’t know why. I mean, you let them cause it feels fucking awesome, but still it’s not like you’re homo or nothing. The boner’s a bit sus, but you’ve always got a boner! You’re a bro!
[VIDEO] Proud firefighters of the Homolanian Fire Brigade, going out to save some lives and cause some boners. The Patriarch’s pride and joy do a wonderful job on both fronts. Constant arousal is important for national unity, you know?