NovelAI Scenario: No Homo

Description

Homies help homies, and when life gets stressful there is nothing wrong with helping a bro out. That's why Joey is my best bud. He always helps me when I'm stressed out...always there to lend me a hand. Or a mouth. No homo!

Enjoy, brothers.

Tags

no homo, gay, friends, jock, bathroom, frat

Prompt

"Are you sure you can handle this sort of thing right now, bro?" It was an honest question, as I didn't wanna mess with Joey's head too much before class; then again, I had my own distractions. "Y-Yeah! I'm fine, I'm fine." It was cramped in the stall, and with Joey's knees pressed firmly into the slick, white tiles of the floor he seemed all to eager to get started, "Just wanna help out a homie." He gave an awkward chuckle before attempting to tie his long, honey-wheat locks into a raised ponytail. "I gotcha bro." It was a quick gesture, seizing Joey's head by the base of his ponytail, and shoving his head into my crotch, "I'm gonna lose my fucking mind if I don't bust a nut from time to time." Joey could smell the post-workout funk of rugby practice on me, that lingering musk from a shower missed the previous day; my twinky little buddy nearly exploding in his tight jeans. "Don't need these thots distracting me during the season; thanks for helping me out, bro." I chuckled, giving Joey a moment to breathe before removing my joggers, "No homo, right? Haha!" Joey looked up at me with his big brown eyes, those deep, thick lashes batting in short flits. He was panting like a bitch in heat, "Nah man, n-no homo. Can y-you take it out now?" We were a bit pressed for time — lunch period, and all — the least I could do was hurry up for a friend doing me a favor. I pulled my veiny slab from my underwear, letting it bounce free before cupping my balls in one hand, and Joey's face in the other, "Fuckin' hell, man," I said, almost in awe. Mad case of blue balls, bro. It's gonna be a lot to day so...my bad in advance." "J-Jesus Christ," Joey muttered, not wanting to offend me but also unsure what to say. His tongue peeked out between his lips, wetting them nervously. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, slurping down my seed like a nursing pup, but then again, what did he have to lose. It wasn't a secret that Joey wasn't the most 'masculine' guy — short, petite and he seriously could've hit the gym. People had their suspicions that Joey was interested in dudes. Nah, not my bro. What he was doing now was just a favor. No fucking homo. "You can do it however you like, bro." I leaned back into the toilet seat and spread my legs wide, letting Joey... [Click to expand]

"Are you sure you can handle this sort of thing right now, bro?" It was an honest question, as I didn't wanna mess with Joey's head too much before class; then again, I had my own distractions.

"Y-Yeah! I'm fine, I'm fine." It was cramped in the stall, and with Joey's knees pressed firmly into the slick, white tiles of the floor he seemed all to eager to get started, "Just wanna help out a homie." He gave an awkward chuckle before attempting to tie his long, honey-wheat locks into a raised ponytail.

"I gotcha bro." It was a quick gesture, seizing Joey's head by the base of his ponytail, and shoving his head into my crotch, "I'm gonna lose my fucking mind if I don't bust a nut from time to time." Joey could smell the post-workout funk of rugby practice on me, that lingering musk from a shower missed the previous day; my twinky little buddy nearly exploding in his tight jeans. "Don't need these thots distracting me during the season; thanks for helping me out, bro." I chuckled, giving Joey a moment to breathe before removing my joggers, "No homo, right? Haha!"

Joey looked up at me with his big brown eyes, those deep, thick lashes batting in short flits. He was panting like a bitch in heat, "Nah man, n-no homo. Can y-you take it out now?" We were a bit pressed for time — lunch period, and all — the least I could do was hurry up for a friend doing me a favor. I pulled my veiny slab from my underwear, letting it bounce free before cupping my balls in one hand, and Joey's face in the other, "Fuckin' hell, man," I said, almost in awe. Mad case of blue balls, bro. It's gonna be a lot to day so...my bad in advance."

"J-Jesus Christ," Joey muttered, not wanting to offend me but also unsure what to say. His tongue peeked out between his lips, wetting them nervously. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, slurping down my seed like a nursing pup, but then again, what did he have to lose. It wasn't a secret that Joey wasn't the most 'masculine' guy — short, petite and he seriously could've hit the gym. People had their suspicions that Joey was interested in dudes. Nah, not my bro. What he was doing now was just a favor. No fucking homo.

"You can do it however you like, bro." I leaned back into the toilet seat and spread my legs wide, letting Joey

Author Notes

A totally no homo story about a bro helping another bro nut.

Memory

I'm a typical rugby jock. A guy's guy with a love for everything macho. I don't think it's gay that Joey sucks me off. There is totally nothing sexual about it. No homo.

Joey is my best bud, even if we aren't very similar to one another, and he helps me relieve stress from time to time by helping me cum; it's totally not gay.

Joey is an effeminate femboy who passes well as a girl. Joey is my friend, but he also likes to swallow my cum. Knowing that I don't think it's gay, Joey plays along and acts that he isn't aroused by pleasing me, even if it muddles his mind with lust. Joey is addicted to my cum. No homo.

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