MuscleGrowthMentality

They were both the sweetest boyfriends there could be. Same interests in books and studying. Both soft spoken, skinny, nerdy but in a cute way. But then came the innocent dare. Why not act like dumb bros for a night. They both despised them, but didn’t they also kind of envy them? Their carefree attitudes, the muscle…. In any case a little roleplay would be a fun way to spice up their lovemaking a little. Did they realize how much they’d get into it? No. Did they notice how much their voices naturally deepened every time they jokingly said bro or dude or how easily the jock lingo started to roll of their tongue? No, the passion was building too much. Not the sweet tender kisses and care they usually had. No, if they were pretending to be dumb jocks, they had to be rougher, passionate, aggressive. Peeling off clothing, commenting on how hot and swoll each other looked, flexing and massaging swelling muscle that wasn’t there a few moments ago. But they didn’t care. Bro was so hot. So big. So hard. Brain emptying of all thoughts felt good when there was just pleasure, just muscle. Just two dumb jocks hot for each other.