Feminine

Julio flexed his muscles and gave a little pout to his reflection in the mirror. Julio knew he looked good, he had worked tirelessly for the perfect body, he always got his hair done professionally, he always got a facial at the spa and he always made sure he was in tight designer clothes. Julio loved to look at and admire his body, years of working out, countless boring protein filled meals and all the supplements he could think of had led to a body that any man or women would desire. Julio grinned as he flexed and marvelled at his different muscles. His biceps were something he was particularly proud of; the huge boulders were obvious in any shirt that he wore, not that he would choose to wear anything that would cover up his physique. Julio loved how the veins popped from his arms, like tiny blue rivers carving through hard rock. Julio moved over to his torso, he barely had to tense for his eight pack to become defined, the ladies loved running their hands across it, feeling all the groves that had taken years to make. While the women liked the abs, the men enjoyed his pecs. They weren’t something Julio was particular fussed about but they needed to be big to match the size of his other muscles. The huge muscle pillows jutted out from his chest and Julio had to admit he did like giving them squeeze and making them bounce. Lastly Julio looked past his sizeable bulge to view his legs and butt. His legs reminded him of large, solid, muscular tree trunks; the way the muscles were defined made many guys at the gym jealous. While he worked out his legs rigorously, his butt was an added bonus. The large rounded cheeks were as hard as rock and Julio didn’t hate how they looked in a tight pair of jeans or now in his skimpy underwear. Yet while Julio loved his body, the struggle he had was showing it off properly.

Leather

Billy looked out from the bar he was dancing at to the biker bar across the street, now those were some real men. Guys that wore leather, who looked tough, who were dominant and unapologetic for their unbridled masculinity. Billy sighed as he went back to dancing in his skimpy red undies, his bubble butt on show for all the men gathered around him. None of them were what he was looking for, the skinny prancing twinks, the cute, hairy bears and the older but sweet guys that all worshipped his body and butt, that’s not what Billy wanted. 

Mask

Henry smiled as he gave a little wave to last night’s date, but as soon as the door closed he let out a long sigh of disappointment. All of the guys he’d been out with were sweet enough, but when it came to the bedroom they were all so passive and so… vanilla. None of them wanted to explore or try something new, they just wanted the standard sex and normally Henry would have to take the lead. Henry had tried to look for more adventurous people but they all seemed to be focussed on particularly fetishes and it’s not like he wanted a total weirdo. Henry let out another sigh as he thought back to the night of lack lustre sex and then to what he wished could have happened, while the swirls of green smoke appeared and danced above him.

Gassy

Russell scrolled through social media, his cock getting harder as he perused the many hot pictures of guys with their shirt off, ass out or bulge showing. Being that bit older, Russell could only dream of being with guys as hot and young as them. The only time they were interested was when they were exploring some daddy fetish that he wanted no part in, so instead Russell was resigned to jerking off to their social media pages. Russell had been scrolling for only 5 minutes when he stopped and his cock strained as it became fully erect at just the sight of the picture.

Possession

That arrogant prick wasn’t going to know what hit him. The trickster had been watching the cocky, muscular bro all day, how he strutted around the pool showing off his biceps and pecs, how he laughed at the other men who weren’t in good shape and how he had the audacity to flirt with anyone he wanted. Sure he had perfectly styled, dirty blonde hair, sure he had worked hard for his washboard abs and bulbous pectorals, and sure he had the outline of a very large dick print in his tight swim shorts but still arrogance and overconfidence were sins to most people. It was only a matter of time before a disgruntled husband, a horny slut or a jealous guy would make their desires known. Yet it was only when the cocky dude laid down to nap in the sun that the people around him began to curse him out. 

Jockstrap

Drew cringed as he watched another gay couple bounce across the street, holding hands, giving each other a kiss and making sure everyone was aware of their ‘gayness’. Drew couldn’t understand it, how had his little neighbourhood become filled with queers? Drew grimaced as he watched the two men laughing and giggling, their pink underwear peeking out from their tight jeans. How were they allowed to look and act like that? 

Clown

There they were, those dumb stupid muscle apes. Laughing, joking, taking selfies with their shirts off, what a bunch of morons and clowns, even on a night out they act the same. They all were so arrogant, so carefree and always having so much fun. They were the hottest, dumbest guys on campus and Joey both hated and envied them. They always were having the best time joking around with each, laughing their loud dumb chuckles and always hanging around in a big dumb hoard. They may smell like the inside of a jockstrap and they may have the combined maturity of an 8 year old but Joey would do anything just to be part of the group.