It’s time for another installment of everyone’s favorite Big Titty Goth GF (male)! Enjoy!
Premise:Adrian the Broslut is still at it being the most heterosexual cum slut a guy can be. He’s not only gotten some new additions to his physique, but he’s made a side hustle out of it, shaking it on stage! How does a bro treat his bros when they come in for a bachelor party? Not to mention… What happens when a bro wants to take things one step further?
There comes a time where a good group of bros have to fracture and split up. Life comes up in your mid 20s. Jobs pop up hundreds of miles from home. People tie the knot. It’s not as easy to see each other anymore. On the cusp of one of these life changing events, there’s only one real option for bros that have cemented themselves as the broest of bros. There’s but one thing to do on the last weekend before a move or the last bit of freedom before taking up a wife.
Bachelor Party. Strippers and booze are the perfect way to send off that ship. And hey, what’s better than a stripper who just so happens to also be one of your bros?
“Hey there bros.” Boomed a deep baritone voice, punctuated by the stomp of tall high heels clicking against a stage. “Glad everyone could make it.”
The ensemble of half a dozen long time bros gave out a cheer. Fuck yeah, it wasn’t a party without Adrian! Their brosluts generosity and unabashed body whoring was the quintessential glue keeping all these bros together!
Adrian was having the time of his life rocking it on a stage. Turns out, being a stripper was pretty fun when it was more hobby than job. A passing interest turned to a side hustle just like that. Adrian had become the talk of the town among the more sultry circles; the dude who can dance, wiggle, and fuck better than any lady! It was a title he was proud of, for sure. He just wished more people would specify just because he was stacked as hell and regularly sucked cock didn’t mean he was gay.
Yes, Adrian was having so much fun exploring his heterosexuality after discovering how far you could push being not gay. God, nothing made him feel more sexy and powerful than giving a man a lap dance and feeling him cream his fucking jeans right there and then. It felt even better when he pressed up real close, whispered into their ear, and gave a deep “No homo~”. Not only did it reaffirm this was a straight lap dance that just so happened to lead to ejaculation, but it also often caused a second wind to that orgasm.
Adrian was the alpha male of straight guys who helped other straight guys get off. The queen of brosluts! And boy, did the monarch ever have extensive tracts of land to show on his front chest. His bros really came through for him. After so much dick sucking, they’d gifted him the ultimate tool for making guys nut in a not-gay way! For the last few months, Adrian was the proud owner of two gargantuan, jiggly, fully heterosexual silicone sweater puppies!
Though he still firmly identified as male, a huge pair of buxom titties now sat big and ballooned on the front of his chest. They were a pain to deal with, sure. On the few occasions Adrian had to dress up in his typical clothes, he had to heavily compress his artificial mammaries underneath a corset or some training tape. Was it worth it to give up a breast harness though? Absolutely, in Adrian’s eyes. Being able to go totally naked for his bros and show his tits weren’t just a toy anymore really amped things up. Your average pal doesn’t just get huge implants for anyone. This was a sign Adrian and his bros were the broest of bros. Adrian’s brosluttery had ramped up his body promiscuity to ridiculous proportions.
Through months of regimented exercise to optimize his body into the best slut a bro could be, Adrian’s ass had been amping up in size too. The change had been drastic. Adrian’s booty was the width of his shoulders at this point, leading perfectly into pristine, powerful thighs built for locking his legs around his heterosexual buds whenever they were nutting inside him. There was no controlling their wobble anymore. Unless he was wearing a nice tight pair of jeans, his naked ass cheeks would be jiggling like delicious jello for all the boys to see.
Swaying and displaying those assets was the name of the game tonight. Adrian was dressed to entertain! A bright yellow micro G-string was his choice of clothing tonight, a garment that now sucked up a lot of his wardrobe. Fuck, he loved bright yellow. Black was his true soulmate of a color, the color of his hair on his twintailed wig and a wonderful eyeshadow option mixed with his black lipstick to sell that goth aesthetic. That said, boy, did a nice, bright, garish lemon color sell the second half of goth-bimbo. Once the black ended past the choker on his neck, his outfit was a full on flaring sunflower, making sure every boy knew he was all party girl!
Or, well, all party girl, but also all bro. Those two could coexist. Bros loved hot girls after all. It was all natural they attracted one another, like the north and south ends of a magnet. Adrian was just one busty bro of a magnet is all.
Already his ass was eating that sad excuse for a pair of panties strap of fabric. His top? Almost completely naked, save two heart nipple pasties that same sunny color guarding his fat tits. He might as well be nude, but where was the fun in that? Almost naked was way better than naked until the moment to plow came. Plus, wearing no clothes in front of his bros seemed a little gay. Didn’t want to give them the wrong idea, even if he’d reassured them through multiple fellatio sessions this was all hetero.
Adrian stomped those tall yellow stilettos to the edge of that stage, rocking them as if they were as comfortable to step in as his own feet. His friends hooted and hollered, the lone group present on this corner of the club, carved out just for their private event. Adrian shook his goods for a bit. Buttcheeks wobbled, hips swayed, titties tantalized as he moved with precision. Nights of shaking it to make some money had taught him what movements drove boys crazy. His poor friends were blindsided seeing their broslut’s full potential working it on a stage.
Then, he got in close. Adrian found the centerpiece of their little party and gave him the first taste of his body’s heterosexual magic. He descended from the stage and right into his bro’s lap, shuffling that plump booty back and forth over that undeniably stiff erection.
“Pete!” Adrian rang out. “Congrats bro! Can’t believe you found a girl so soon.”
Pete was unresponsive at first. Even after so many encounters with this buxom skank perfection of a man, Pete still turned into a nervous wreck whenever Adrian paid him this sort of personal attention. Instead of a verbal response, he sunk his hands into those gigantic fake titties and groped Adrian frantically.
“Man, honestly Pete? Some of the stuff you said made me think you were kinda gay.” Adrian began. “But hey, looks like you proved us all wrong. I’m sure you and your wife will be an amazing duo once you tie the knot this week.”
“H-holy shit…” Pete remarked. “C-cumming…”
“Bro, what was that?” Adrian asked.
Pete erupted. “C-cumming already!”
Pete shut his eyes tight as the rest of his face contracted from his premature orgasm! Thankfully, his friends were fairly merciful and didn’t jump on the opportunity to tease him for firing so quickly at all. In fact, Adrian was plenty pleased with himself! Knowing he could get his bros off like that even when they were engaged and smashing real pussy was a big confidence booster!
So, Adrian leaned into it. He turned to face his bro directly, all the while shuffling his lap to give that spurting erection of Pete’s the stimulus he craved. He leaned in and whispered platonic intimacies into his buddy’s ear.
“Yeah, that’s it bro~” He teased. “Fire fat fuckin’ ropes for me. Cum as much as you like. No homo your jeans as hard as you like, I know your orgasm’s ironic~”
“K-kiss me!” Pete staggered out.
Adrian jerked his head back a little startled. “Bro? Bro what the fuck? That’s pretty-”
“K-kiss me on the lips! No homo but I want to feel my slutty bro princess kiss me while I nut one last time!” Pete begged.
Oh! Oh okay, there was a clear no homo in there. Fuckin’ Pete, dude. He never led with the no homo and always got Adrian worried he thought he was gay.
With that ironclad sentiment, Adrian fully gave in to his friend’s desires. He planted his lips against Pete’s, smearing the other man’s naked lips with a thick layers of black lipstick. His puckered, luscious, plump and fuckable lips guided the inexperienced mouth into the deepest, most intimate facial lock Pete had ever experienced. There were plenty of notes to take for his upcoming kiss with his beloved come later this week. Adrian and Pete’s tongues were dancing, flailing about, both writhing in the joy of such close contact. Every time Adrian felt the cum spot on Pete’s jeans while rubbing his ass on that lap, he squeezed that hug a little tighter.
They held there for what felt like minutes on end, just absorbed in the tiny microcosm such a passionate exchange of tongue generates. Adrian was a master of bromance. When he wanted to indulge one of his platonic pals in the deepest, most sensual moments of their life, he was happy to oblige.
Finally, they broke away. Pete’s orgasm had calmed down, yet his erection was still strong from his personal fat assed goth bimbo girlfriend sitting on his lap. He didn’t know what to say as thanks. So, his mouth just rambled out the first thing his brain whirled into existence.
“It’s… It’s kind of funny dude…” He began. “I’m not gay, but if you sucked dick, and I kissed you, it’s kinda like I sucked dick, haha…”
Fuckin’ Pete dude. Not only was that logic so ridiculously flawed. It was the gayest thing he could have said at that moment.
“Pete, c’mon man.” Adrian’s deep voice grumbled. “Do you think I’d ever suck a dick without ever saying “No homo” during the process? Like, dude, I’ve sucked some fucking amazing, absolutely delicious cocks, but I always said no homo before hand. You’re not gay, I took the nessisary precautions.”
Just to the left of the duo, Andrew let out a big sigh. Fuck, thank god! He’d gotten his cock milked by Adrian’s fuckable face earlier this morning and had forgotten to explicitly drop the no homo. Adrian was such a bro throwing up that much needed hetero helper. He was absolutely worried Andrew and Pete’s indirect dick to dick contact would have made him gay!
With the main participant sated, Adrian’s attention turned elsewhere. His other bros had long since proven their sexuality to Adrian, so they already had their cocks out, pounding it away to their goth GF buddy. His ol’ straight pal Sam was the one who got the lap-to-badonk contact this time, Sam’s horribly needy erection pressing that feeble string, all but one firm motion away from fucking his buddy’s ass.
Adrian’s other hands darted to two more pals for some complementary straight handjobs. His old buddies from the ground floor of his goth girl escapades, Jeremy and Alex, moaned deep as their hot cocks touched the warm bliss of agile fingers. Was jerking off another guy kinda gay? Adrian had his doubts at first, but he’d realized his initial train of thought was wrong. Shaking a man’s hand is plenty straight, business men do it all the time. So, therefore, shaking another feature of a man had to be straight just from how much straight energy that other action carried.
“God, dude, I could fucking nut in your handpussy all day…” grunted Jeremy
“Bro, whenever I have sex with girls, I’m always thinking of how fucking good you are at stroking, sucking, and fucking cock. You’re a better girl than most girls, bro.” Alex confessed through heavy breath.
“What?” Adrian asked. “Yo, one sec bro, let me turn off the music.”
Adrian’s hands darted to his ears and pulled out a pair of Bluetooth headphones. He leaned forward and pulled something out from the base of the stripper stand, shoving his butt in the tonguing range of Sam’s face. Adrian found what he was looking for: his gaudy latex yellow man purse. He tossed the items into the container and reached in to pause the beat on his phone.
Alex grew a little curious. “What are you listening to, dude?”
Adrian started to answer, but poor Sam couldn’t contain himself anymore. His bro had pulled that sad excuse for a thong aside. His lips were buried against Adrian’s asshole, Sam’s chin smashing against goth girl balls. Adrian leaned into the moment, reached behind Sam’s head, and forced him deeper into the vast expanse of booty Adrian had so proudly built. Both hands were back to pumping cock in a flash.
Finally, Adrian answered Alex’s question. “You ever heard of sissy hypno, bro? It’s really hilarious stuff. Someone mashes up a bunch of porn videos and puts text over them telling you to suck dick. It’s super bad; I’m enjoying it entirely ironically.”
“Bro, that’s hilarious haha. I can’t believe people watch that stuff” quipped Jeremy, his hands now groping Adrian’s huge tits.
“Yeah dude, I gave it a shot for a bit after I got the implants and it just wasn’t for me.” Adrian added. “It’s all like “You’re gonna suck cock” and shit, bro, I didn’t see a whole lot of irony in the way those ladies and dudes were sucking dick. Like, damn, was really sad when I watched it for 6 hours and only then realized it was serious about being gay.”
“Wow, sounds super gay, bro.” Alex insisted, pre-nutting into Adrian’s hand already.
“It super is!” Adrian nodded excitedly, finally able to talk about his completely ironic viewing experience with another human being. “And, like, all the sissies in these videos are so lame! It’s like, bro, take a real dildo! I’m straight and Chaz is twice the size of their toys!”
“…Chaz?” Jeremy asked confusedly, voice growing softer as Adrian’s masterful pumping skills.
“Oh, yeah bro, that’s the name of my big pink dildo.” Adrian clarified. “He’s not as big as Rex or as wide as Damian, but he hits my p-spot real nice for when I want a straight assgasm.
None of Adrian’s bros had the breath left in their lungs to further press how one does anal straight. They were pumping so much air in and out of their system as their bodies wound up closer to orgasm by the moment! Adrian sensed their approach; he’d built up a strong intuition for men getting close to cumming after servicing so many dozens of cocks. He changed his stance. His ass planted back down, pressed against that fat cock and swirling that meat around. His hands pumped slower and firmer, trying to edge his bros closer…
“You gonna nut to me, bros?” Adrian teased. “No homo, but do you want to dump your seed all over your slutty goth stripper bro? You want to use my goth girl bimbo cheeks like a tissue you pump full of spunk, no homo?”
All three of his bros grunted. One gave out a faint “y-yeah~”. That was good enough affirmation for Adrian. He wiggled his ass hard on that cock and throttled the dicks in his hand for all he was worth! Nothing but the sound of loud, rapid flesh shlicking back and forth rang out at first. All three of his bros were positively on the edge!
“Oooooh~” Adrian moaned out in his baritone voice. “C’mon boys. Give it up for me~”
“Oh fuuuuuck~!” Jeremy groaned! That was it! He was off!
A big, sticky rope of white shot out of that erection, splattering back down on the fingers of that expert shaft milker still pumping away at that length! More short range shots fired from that red, pulsating cock, absolutely sullying Adrian’s hands with his sticky white rewards. Still, Adrian was relentless. He kept stroking and squeezing that head, milking every last bit of sweet brojaculate out of that manhood.
Next to lose control was Sam. A spray of semen erupted right on the underside of Adrian’s near-naked lap. Adrian couldn’t help but giggle at the sensation. Having his butt drenched in cum made him feel like such a dirty platonic skank! Mid-ejaculation, he changed his angle so Sam didn’t have to nut just on his underside. Anyone who so much as saw Adrian deserved to know Sam had claimed him as his bitch. He scooted forward and let that erect cock pop it’s last drops across his bare back, a rope going as high as the bottom of his shoulder blades.
Alex was the last to fire. Perfect! Their somewhat staggered orgasms meant Adrian could get a taste of just how hot and bothered he’d gotten his dear friend. His head dipped off to the side. Adrian’s top tier cock stroking grip was replaced with his black lipstick coated vacuum of a mouth. He popped the head into his mouth.
“Ifffstjstaaprrrkkkbrrrr” Adrian gargled. Surely Alex understood him? He tried to say “It’s just a prank, bro” to make sure Alex knew he could cum in his whore face without any lingering sexuality questions.
Seconds later and… bam! Alex was blowing too! God the taste… Adrian’s back arched and his eyes fluttered as that delicious squirt of a job well done filled his mouth. Nothing made sure a friendship, that was no more serious than a friendship between total bros, was rock solid like feeling that sweet dollop of white on his tongue.
Adrian conveyed as such once Alex’s orgasm ended. He spoke to the trio, mouth still full of cum.
“Bro, you guys came so much.” Adrian commented. “Don’t worry though, I know it wasn’t anything weirder than just being friends. Alex’s semen doesn’t taste homosexual at all.”
Gulp. Adrian downed that precious baby batter his bros had bestowed him with. Time to give the bros a bit of a show as they cooled down from their refractory period and warmed up for a round two.
Hand and ass still coated in cum, semen leaking from the corners of his mouth, Adrian got back onto the stage and started to shake those fat fake tits.
——–
There was one of Adrian’s pals though who was… different. He was built a little different from the rest of his lads. He’d for sure call him a dreamy twunk. If, you know, he was gay or something. He had such a soft face, but with big strong arms and such a firm, cute butt… Jeff was… boy, Jeff was something special, even among his special group of uber close bros.
Jeff was a little late and didn’t get to see most of the show. For sure, he’d seen the most of Adrian already. After all, they were roommates. They also slept in the same bed now, but that was purely for financial reasons. And of course, the multiple rounds of sex with Adrian daily were just to take off stress and make sure they didn’t get distracted getting hard trying to sleep or something. Nah, they were just good bros is all, practicing make out sessions on their eventual girlfriends nightly as bros do.
Adrian saw his roomie enter the place as the rest of his pals headed out, using a towel to wipe off all the sweat and sperm coating his body. Couldn’t let Jeff touch that stuff. A bro touching wet cum from another dude was honestly pretty gay if you didn’t jerk the cock yourself.
“Hey bro! Sorry you couldn’t make it.” Adrian lamented.
“Yeah dude, kinda sucks. Wasn’t the closest with Pete, but I’m gonna miss him! Glad he got one last round of practice straight sex in before the real thing.” Jeff nodded.
Adrian got up close and hugged his fully clothed platonic friend while still nearly completely naked, as was typical for their encounters. His borderline naked bimbo tits pancaked against the smooth grey cotton V neck of his buddy’s firm chest. Jeff reciprocated the ironic affection by stroking his hands through the hair of his personal prank master goth slut.
The two got in Jeff’s car. At the very least, he could serve as a ride back to their place after this whole encounter. Yet, as the two sat there, Jeff didn’t crank the engine…
“What’s wrong, bro?” Adrian asked.
“Bro I…” Jeff began. He started blushing.
Adrian pressed him again. “Bro? Is there something you want to tell me?”
Jeff took a hard swallow. “A-adrian, we’re pretty good bros, right?”
Adrian nodded. “For sure, bro.”
“There’s um… There’s something I…” Jeff was clearly insanely nervous. “Don’t take this the wrong way. I’m not gay or anything but I uh…”
There was a long pause as Jeff tried to will up his strength. “I thought maybe we could uh… do something a little more… out there with our bromance…”
Adrian was confused. He’d done all sorts of straight sucking and hetero fucking shaking his fat ass for Jeff and the rest of their bros. He’d indulged a pretty impressive array of kinks in his time, and virtually all he’d successfully decoded as being deeply ingrained in heterosexuality! What possible thing could he be suggesting that Adrian would feel apprehensive?
Jeff’s mouth couldn’t say it. His eyes tried to finish the job. His eyes darted down.
Then, Adrian saw it. His eyes sunk to around Jeff’s waist. There.
He saw that sacred, forbidden part of his flesh exposed, ready to feel Adrian’s touch in that special forbidden way.
“B-bro…” Adrian gasped. “Bro do… do you really want to-”
“Yes” Jeff cut off.
Adrian sat there trying to digest it all. Was… was this real? D-did Jeff really ask him to… Did he seriously just request…
Jeff wanted to hold Adrian’s hand!
Instantly, the seasoned whore of a man jerked in a sharp gasp! His fat tits went jostling as he recoiled in shock.
“BRO! That’s so gay!” Adrian instinctively yelled.
“Bro! Bro hold on! Think about it for a bit!” Jeff countered. “You’ve said before that jerking a cock is straight because it’s like two business dudes shaking hands! This is even closer to that and-”
“Dude! Dude, c’mon it’s nothing like that!” Adrian stopped. “You don’t suck cock intending to make another man feel good THAT way! That’s totally different bro!”
Jeff tried to justify himself. “No dude! It’s not like that! It’s-”
“It’s TOTALLY gay dude!” Adrian responded. “You both know I do way more field research into what is and isn’t gay! You can jerk a man’s cock and be straight. You can fondle his balls and be straight! You can even shove a finger in his ass and it’s still straight! But bro… Bro, holding hands is the gayest thing two men can ever do!”
“I… m-maybe you’re right. Maybe this is a little gay.” Lamented Jeff. “I’m sorry I had to embarass you and shove something so homoerotic in your face”
Adrian cared too much about Jeff to keep yelling when he felt remorseful. “Bro it’s cool, like… I just don’t swing that way, okay? I get that sex is really complicated when you take out the irony, but that’s just not my style.”
“It’s just…” Jeff sighed.
Oh no. Jeff was bummed out. A bro couldn’t let a bro feel like that. Adrian softened his tone.
“What is it bro? I’m sorry if I freaked out a little there…” Apologized Adrian.
“I thought our bromance had gotten to the point where we were like… just on a different level.” Jeff explained. “Like, I thought, maybe we had gotten so in sync as dudes, we could do the ultimate sign of being close. And like… because we’ve had heterosexual sex so much, it still wouldn’t be gay…”
The two sat there for a second in silence.
Jeff reached for his keys. “Sorry about that bro. I-”
Adrian grabbed Jeff by his hand.
“Bro?” He started.
“That makes perfect sense dude.” Adrian nodded. “I didn’t even think we’d just transcended being gay entirely.”
Jeff’s eyes went wide. “Bro…”
“I… I guess I’m comfortable with it bro. I don’t normally have any interest in these things but… I’m a little curious now.” Adrian added
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Jeff double checked. “I… I don’t want you in an uncomfortable situation just for me. If it gets too weird or you need to stop-”
Adrian pressed his lips against Jeffs to silence him. The two sat there for a good long while in the comforting bliss of a straight make out session between best bros before Adrian finally spoke back up.
“Bro, you’re the best.” Adrian smiled. “I’ll let you know if it’s too much, but I think I’m ready for it. I…. I want to give this to you.”
Jeff blushed. “Dude, you’re a bro among bros…”
The two flushed red in the brightest embarrassment either had ever felt. The duo’s hearts were racing. The point of no return was staring them in the face, daring them to finally make their move.
It was hard to take action. Their limbs felt like dead weights, too nervous to act even in the face of something they both wanted. Jeff was the first to move. Adrian hesitated for a bit. For as much as he’d pimped himself out in the name of his bros, this was a step above. Oral and anal were nothing under the weight of such a powerful gesture…
Adrian finally found the strength to move and acted on it.
His hot, sweaty palm gripped Jeff’s tight! He was doing it! Adrian was holding another man’s hand!
“A-Aaaahh…” Adrian winced and whimpered at the sensation. Though his body had taken all sorts of abuse gobbling cocks endlessly, his hands could scarcely take this intense stimulus. When you jerked off a guy to get him to straightjaculate, you were the only one wrapping things around a body part. Oh, but this? Adrian’s virgin hand was being hugged right back! It felt so hot to the touch, such an intimate sensation and transfer of body heat!
It… It was too much. It didn’t feel bad at all, per say, but it felt like such a massive step forward. Adrian’s grasp loosened. His lax grip climbed to the tip of Jeff’s hand, already eager to let go.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, bro… Just relax.” Jeff whispered. “Go at your own pace. If you don’t like something, we can slow it down as much as you want.”
Adrian calmed. One more shot. Perhaps his position was off. Maybe it wasn’t smart to think of holding a hand as jerking off a hand-shaped cock. Maybe it was better to think of it like two heterosexual bros with only a platonic relationship hugging tight…
So, Adrian prepped for the deepest embrace he could muster. His fingers spread out, with Jeff’s digits mirroring his moves. Their fingertips pressed against each other. Then, they parted to the side ever so slightly, alternating between Adrian and Jeff’s pointers
Adrian started to close his hand. Interlocking digits! This was as deep and sincere a hold of the hand could get! Their hands hadn’t even clenched together fully and already Adrian felt this was the gayest thing he’d done in his life! Part of him wanted to chicken out. A very loud voice in his brain was telling him to stop with this intimate touching, let Jeff fondle his fat titties, and suck his cock like a trained whore instead. But… no. No he couldn’t. That was the coward’s way out. He was a man. He had to take the man’s way out. He had to trust in the sheer homosex-void bond of their bromance and trust he’d come out the other side as close as straight boys can be!
Time to take the plunge. Adrian braced himself and made the motion with his digits! Adrian held Jeff’s hand as deeply as possible!
“F-fuck!” Jeff grunted through grit teeth. He slowly clenched his fingers down too, wrapping their grips in that intimate touch!
Adrian was being ravaged by emotions that words could scarcely fit. His heart was racing! He was enduring all these sensations… This was a first for humanity! Never in its storied history had bros held hands in a straight way! They were the first! They were being scorched by the mild awkwardness of holding a guys hand and trying to explain to your bros that you’re not gay. Only their countless blowjobs, ass fuckings, and straight kisses were keeping them grounded in heterosexuality!
“O-oooh my gooood~!” Adrian moaned! “Or fingers are interlockiiiiing~! I’m meeeeltiiiiiing~!”
The two started grunting and panting with frazzled breath not even their wildest sex sessions could mirror. They sat there in that hot car for minutes on end, trying to stabilize and regain control of their writhing bodies. Adrian in particular was having trouble digesting the situation. He had an erection. Yet, unlike all his prior erections, he wasn’t totally sure this one was ironic…
Jeff was the first to speak up. He could just barely produce a sentence as his hand squeezed Adrian’s tight.
“B-bro…” He began. “B-bro, I’m not gay but… Y-your hand is… s-so… s-soft…”
Adrian’s cock throbbed. Hard. He couldn’t help but pay his body some attention with his spare hand. He began stroking his length with his free hand.
“B-bro I’m…” Adrian paused. He’d been called whore, skank, slut, and all sorts of words that got him erect in an ironic fashion. But soft? Why did that get him so hard!
He tried to say something back to take the edge off. “B-bro, I’m not gay either, b-but I want you to fuck my ass right now.”
Jeff shook his head. “Bro, it’s okay. Tell me how you really feel. Our bromance can take it.”
Adrian gulped. Fuck, he saw right through him.
“B-bro, I’m not gay b-but… “ Adrian panted. “I-I want you to… t-to hold my hand tighter…”
Jeff winced at that request. His pants flexed with the fattest erection he’d had in months. That got him so wound up.
He reciprocated.
“Fuck, fuck FUCK!” Adrian groaned! Oh my god, his big, strong hand was squeezing him so good! Adrian was losing his mind!
“T-tighter!” Adrian yelped
“What was that bro?” Jeff grunted in exhaustion.
“Squeeze my hand hard, dude!” Adrian begged.
Jeff smiled. He’d found enough footing to make this even funner for Adrian. “You want me to hold your hand harder you little broslut?”
“Dude! Yes!” Adrian wheezed, furiously jacking his cock with his free hand.
“Beg for it, bro~” Jeff smirked.
“N-no homo but… but I wanna feel you in my palm so good! I want you to totally squeeze me like a big, strong man! H-HOLD MY WHORE HANDPUSSY TIGHTERRR~!”
SQUEEZE~! That was it! Adrian and Jeff were holding hands as tight as possible! They were like two lovers showing genuine affectionate for one another, but totally not gay!
Adriand was a wreck! “B-bro… B-bro!… B-Bro! It’s so good! I-I’m cumming dude, I’m cumming~!”
Adrian could hardly believe it, but the act was undeniable! The blender of sensations wracking him had stirred his brain to unfamiliar places and hotwired his body to odd actions. He’d never normally nut without a fat dildo smashing his prostate, but here he was! Adrian was cumming! His erect cock flexed hard, sending ropes of seed spurting out and about his lap everywhere!
Something felt different here. Adrian was no foreigner to a good orgasm. His forray into being the ultimate broslut had given him all sorts of amazing nuts, both penile and anal. Those were all incredible in their own right and a wonderful highlight to life. But this? The driving force here was the tender touch of a lover-like bro gripping his palm, gripping it with the strength of a man’s powerful yet still tender touch. It made him cum. A cute boy holding his hand made him nut that hard. The swirl of emotions transferring from just that little bit of contact was making him blow. It was a parallel avenue of climax Adrain never thought existed, let alone one he was ready to feel. This relentless, emotional high was a climax to remember; one on par with his first time donning his goth girl wig, or his first weekend anal fuckfest with his good bros…
What was this sensation? Having such a passionate relationship with another man… Was Adrian… Was there a possibility… C-could Adrian and Jeff be…
Oh, wait. Damn, that was almost kinda cringe. Adrian forgot they said no homo a few times during all that. They absolutely weren’t gay! They could have these deeply emotional erotic hand holding sessions and still be straight.
Score! Jeff was right; their bromance was strong enough to stand in the way of the gayest things imaginable. Damn, they were sorta like a husband a wife! Just like, you know, not in a gay way.
Jeff started the car to kick the AC on. He reclined in his chair and took a moment to cool down.
“That was… Bro, that was amazing…” Jeff sighed.
“Bro, that felt great.” Adrian agreed, wiping up his orgasm with a spare napkin.
“Broslut, I love you so much dude, no homo.” Jeff remarked.
“Bro, no homo, but I love you so much too dude.” Adrian agreed.
The duo kissed again, holding that position for so long as the AC raged and cooled their steaming hot bodies down from such a powerful climax. After minutes on end, Jeff broke away.
“Hey, there was something else I also wanted to ask you too dude…” Jeff continued. “You know how Pete’s getting married? Kinda baffles me, he always said the gayest shit but-”
“BRO! Bro I know!” Adrian interrupted.
Jeff laughed. “Yeah, well, it kinda gave me an idea…”
Jeff shuffled around in his pocket. A small black box emerged. Jeff presented it before Adrian, then opened it.
A diamond ring was staring Adrian in the face.
“Bro, there’s a lot of nice stuff you can do on your taxes if you’re a married couple. And like, I think it’d be really epic if we got our friends together and had a small, quiet, romantic reception under the soft light of a green forest and made them think we were getting married.” Jeff explained.
“Bro… “ Adrian was taken aback. “Bro, I’m like the luckiest girl in the world, but I’m a dude! You’re saying we get all dressed up and say our vows and pledge to be together forever and ever and kiss… and then totally own all our bros and say no homo right after?”
Jeff laughed. “Dude, it’d be fucking sick, wouldn’t it?”
“Dude, you know me too well. That’s an epic prank, man” Adrian smiled. “I love you so much, no homo.”
Adrian reached forward and took the ring.
“Jeff, yes, I accept your proposal to make you my wife, bro!” Adrian jubilated. “Let’s get married!”
Hey, pretty much all the film adaptations of The Count of Monte Cristo: I think you forgot something. Did you think I wouldn’t notice the lack of Eugenie Danglars? In the book, Eugenie gays it up all over the place, being all free spirited and full on in love with her friend Louise. The book says that “girls of her character have often a penchant for Sappho’s breast.” So, I mean. In the films, she’s just MIA. I’ll just have to assume Eugenie was too busy at the 1800s equivalent of Dinah to be bothered to participate in the plot.
