Brocurious

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I was happy that Mike was still staying over at Coach's place. He was sleeping and had his right arm tugged around my heavy chest. His face was snuggled against my shoulder. There was something so pure and alluring about watching Mike sleep; it's hard to explain. At that moment, all I wanted to do was keep him as close as possible, protect him at all costs, and make this moment last forever.

Laying here with Mike felt so right; I'd never thought we would end up like this, but thank god we did. There have been many girls in my life, and all of them were great, but nothing compared to this feeling. The masculine and brotherly bond I felt with Mike is something none of my girlfriends could ever give me.

I was glad that I noticed this now.

Without realizing it, my left hand started to caress Mike's hand. The hair on his arm brushed against my fingers gently as I moved my hand along. Mike began to groan and wake up. I pulled his hand to my lips and started kissing it.

"Woah, dude, since when are you so romantic?"

Mike's eyes were still tired, but he smiled brightly as he watched me tentatively kiss his palm.

"I'm not. I just wanted to wake you up."

I bit his finger gently, and Mike jumped up.

"AUCH! The fuck dude."

We burst into laughter and started fighting on the bed. A sudden doorbell ring made our skin crawl, and we jumped out of bed. I looked at Mike, and he gave me a big-eyed expression.

Jessica was already here!

We stumbled into some clothes as quickly as possible and went outside to welcome Jessica. Naturally, Jessica was beyond impressed with Coach's house. I gave her a little tour while Mike prepared some breakfast.

During breakfast, Jessica told us about a crazy party she attended yesterday. After we finished eating, an awkward silence occurred, and Jessica apologized and asked Mike if she could talk to him one-on-one. I was worried, mainly about Mike, and desperately wanted to know what was up.

Jessica and Mike went into the garden to talk, and I decided to take a quick shower. They were still talking once I finished. As I tried to take a peek and moved closer to the windows, Mike turned around and started heading back inside, leaving Jessica alone on the porch. He looked disappointed.

"You good Mike?"

I tried stopping him, but he brushed me off and headed toward the bathroom.

"What the fuck, bro?! Wait!"

Mike almost slammed the bathroom door in my face, but I managed to stop him and entered right after. I closed the door slowly.

"Talk to me, Mike."

He was hunched over the sink and avoided my gaze. I approached him slowly and patted his back. We stood like that in silence for a while.

"She cheated on me yesterday at the party. She told me I couldn't be mad at her. She said she knew I had feelings for you and that. Fuck, I don't know! It just hurts!"

I was hugging Mike now.

"I just didn't expect it, you know. What the fuck was I thinking, man! That things would just stay the same. I hate myself! I hate myself!"

"Woah, Woah! Mike, stop."

He held back tears, and I pressed my arms into him even harder.

"No, I mean it! I mean it, dude. I'm a fucking idiot. I'm horrible."

I had no idea what to say; my heart was being crushed. All I wanted to do was make all the pain go away somehow.

"I love you dude."

I watched as a tear trickled down Mike's cheek. He wiped it away as quickly as possible and smiled gently.

"That's all you have to say now?"

"Yes"

Mike laughed a bit harder and turned around. Although it pained me to see Mike hurt, I couldn't help but admire his teary eyes. It's rare to see big men like Mike cry, even rarer when those men are as close to you as he is to me.

"Get back to Jessica, okay? I just need a minute."

"Okay...Wait, so she's staying here? Why?"

"We didn't break up yet."

"So you don't want her to leave?"

"No. I don't really know what to do yet, but I don't want her to leave. We're still on good terms. Things are just messed up. I'll handle it somehow."

"Will you guys break up?"

"I don't know yet. Probably."

I gave Mike's cheek a slight pat.

"You've got this, bro, and I'm here for you."

"Yeah, yeah, get out now,"

He smirked.

"Don't lock yourself up for too long; the game starts soon!"

"Oh, shit! You're right! I almost forgot."

"Just come out when you're ready; we can rewatch the game worst case."

While I didn't want to leave Mike alone right now, I understood that that was what he wanted. Not knowing what to do with myself, I decided to check on Jessica. She was still sitting on the porch, smoking a cigarette. I asked if I could join her before approaching. The awful smell of cigarettes was getting stronger with every step I took. Jessica didn't look as sad as I expected. She just looked tired.

"You already know, huh? I can see it on your face."

"Yeah...sorry."

"Don't be stupid. I'm sorry. I probably ruined the day for you guys. I didn't mean to."

"It's fine, Jess. I get it."

She puffed the smoke of her cigarette in the opposite direction of my face so I'd get hit with the least smoke.

"You know what's funny? No matter how smart or intelligent we think we are, we will still do the most unreasonable, crazy shit. And the best part is, we don't even know if it's a good or bad thing."

I didn't understand what she was saying and just nodded.

"You can just say you don't get it. No need to fake it with me."

Jessica stopped smoking and started observing me closely.

"You know what? You and Mike are the most hyper-masculine men I know. For that reason, I was always drawn to you guys, but now I know what it means. I see behind the facade."

She was scaring me at this point, but I just sat there.

"Isn't longing fascinating? It transcends so much of what we think is true or reasonable. Some people call it love, but it's not. Love is just a made-up fairy tale. Do you know what you and Mike have? That's real! I mean, so real! I'm jealous, honestly."

"Me and Mike?"

"Oh, come on. I know you've been sleeping with my boyfriend. The funny thing is, for a while, I thought I could, too."

"Sleep with him?"

"Fuck him, I mean, haha, as silly as that sounds. I've seen it in him even before you did."

Jessica pointed at my chest with her finger.

"I knew what he wanted. Women always know what men want, but sometimes we are too scared to speak it into existence. Anyways! I'm glad he, has you. I'm actually so relieved. I still care for Mike, you know."

"This sounds like a goodbye Jess?"

"In a way, it is. But it's not a sad goodbye, don't worry. I'm beyond all that. When I left my hometown, I promised never to be a victim. I'm keeping that promise to myself. Always."

I wanted to say something but needed to figure out how to respond to Jessica. We both turned, heard the balcony window open, and saw Mike heading our way.

"I thought you stopped smoking Jess?"

"Old habits die hard, I guess."

There was a long pause of silence before Mike spoke again.

"Can we stay friends after this?"

"We can Mike. We will try."

I watched as they both hugged each other tightly. The atmosphere was better than I thought it would be. Mike and I drank some beers while Jessica refused cause she was still feeling a bit hungover. We prepared snacks for the game, and Jessica told us about some crazy gossip she had heard at the party yesterday. Before the game started, Jessica fell asleep on the couch while waiting for us to get the snacks. We decided it would be best to let her sleep and thought she's probably wake up soon anyways. Mike and I decided to put on our practice shirts. This way, the spirit was higher, and we felt more connected to the game even though we were sitting in front of a screen.

We had a blast during the game. The spinning Titans were crushing the Used Operatives. Mike and I constantly cheered but tried to contain ourselves and laughed every time because Jessica was still asleep. Trying to stay quiet made watching the game even more exhilarating. During the second half, it was clear that the Spinning Titans would win, as expected. The spinning Titans scored another Touchdown, and we both jumped up excitedly. During the process, Mike spilled his beer onto the floor. He immediately apologized and rushed to the kitchen to get a towel. I stood above him while he was already kneeling and cleaning up the spill. The sight of him on his knees reminded me of that time Coach took a whole load of my Jizz into his mouth. I had to cough and readjust my pants. Mike took that as a sign and looked up at me in surprise while whispering.

"Right now bro? Are you sure?"

Wait, was he asking me to suck my dick. I couldn't believe that but decided to test my theory by pulling down my shorts and letting my dick flap before his face. Mike was still keeping his voice down.

"Duuuude!"

The cheering and roaring of the stadium filled the living room as Mike observed my growing dick. He took it into his hand slowly. His gaze locked with mine before he started opening his mouth and moving it toward the head of my dick. Looking over to Jessica and seeing her still asleep, I realized how risky this was. I moved my finger towards my lips and shushed at Mike. His wet mouth enclosed my dick, and the ecstasy began. Having Mike suck my dick was beyond exciting for so many reasons. He was a dude, which I still haven't fully gotten used to. He was my best bro, who I'd known forever, and a huge muscle bull. Plus, his ex/my friend was sleeping right next. Our favorite team was playing a game, and we weren't even at our place. I wish I could show Mike how grateful I was for him right now, but I decided the best way to do that would be to give him my load. Mike dropped the towel, closed his eyes, and grabbed my legs with both hands. His head started bopping on my dick.

The sensation of his wet mouth around my dick made my toes curl. How could he look so incredibly good with my dick in his mouth? Maybe he was made for this after all. The blowjob was long and sensual, and Mike took his time with my dick. He sucked it harder as my body reacted to his warm mouth. My hips bucked, trying to escape Mike's grasp. It was too much, and I didn't want to cum yet. Mike worked his tongue around the head. He played with my dick in his mouth and tried to give me a sloppy smile while my dick was still in his mouth. I pulled my hips closer to his face. The sensation was incredible, and I felt my cum moving up my dick. Mike's hot mouth worked around my pulsing cock as he sucked it even faster. I looked down at his face while a stream of my pre cum shot out of his mouth and dripped to the ground. I think that the sight of a man with a dick in his mouth exudes pure masculinity.

Soon after, the sensations overtook me, and I started shooting cum into Mike's hot mouth. I wasn't paying attention to the screen anymore, but the stadium erupted into a roar again. The game was over, and our team won. I watched as the sweaty bodies of huge football players embraced each other in triumph. Mike struggled to take my load, started gagging on my dick, and let it fall out of his mouth. Cum from my dick and his mouth was dripping to the floor. We completely forgot about Jessica sleeping next to us at this point. As I stayed gasping for air, Mike swallowed my leftover cum from my dick and smiled at my body twitching before him.

We were both catching our breath. Mike wiped his mouth with his hand.

"Dude, that was insane!"

"Shhh! Quiet Mike! Jess is still asleep."

Mike curled up and mouthed an apology with his mouth, then he smiled at me again and kissed my flaccid dick before getting up. I pointed to the screen. Mike gave me a high five after noticing we won. We cheered silently and jugged our beers. Mike leaned in close to my ear.

"Thanks for scoring into my mouth."

I leaned over to his ear now.

"You took that shot like a champ."

We decided to head to the kitchen and prepare some food. We let the channel stay on and listened to commentary about the game from the kitchen counter. Jessica was still asleep on the couch. She must've gotten no sleep at all last night. As I put some fries in the oven, I noticed that Mike had a tent in his pants.

"You still horny man?"

I pointed at his crotch.

"Oh yeah, what we did back there drove me crazy."

"You know I can still take care of that for you, right?"

Mike froze and turned away from me. He was pretending to prepare the salad even though it was already finished. My gaze immediately darted to his huge ass. It was filling out his shorts perfectly. The rump of his ass was so big that it made his shorts look small. I went over to him and put my crotch against his cheeks.

"What are you doing bro?"

"Don't play dumb with me Mike."

I kissed Mike's neck and started to dry hump him from behind. My dick grew inside my shorts. After several thrusts, I started pulling his shorts and underwear off. I let the fabric slide off very slowly and tenderly.

"What are they saying on tv? Did the Titans play well?"

"Ohh? Ohh. Yeah, they are praising them."

Mike was looking at the tv while my gaze was fixated entirely on his gorgeous behind.

"Good. They kept their eyes on the ball I see?"

I started putting my crotch between Mike's exposed cheeks.

"Yeah, they did."

I could tell how turned on he was getting because he barely got his words out of his mouth.

"I'm on the ball now too."

"Yeah?"

"Mmhhm."

I pulled my hard dick from my shorts and placed the tip against his hole. That's when Mike started shaking.

"Woah, you okay?"

"Just. Fuck my ass."

Mike begged as he lifted his right leg onto the kitchen counter, giving me even better access to his back door.

"You are being very needy, you know?"

I was admiring Mike's sculpted back and legs. He had the most incredible ass and enormous legs.

"Do it, do it, do it bro!"

Mike was moaning and rubbing his ass against my dick.

"Do you want me to lube it?"

Mike shook his head no.

"I will let you know if I need you to stop."

Enough teasing. Mike's eyes widened as I popped his hole open with the head of my dick. The sight of my dick disappearing into a thick ass will never get old. I watched with amazement as Mike took my dick. He started grunting and biting his lips. With a heavy thrust, I took hold of his meaty legs and pushed my whole dick into him. Mike moaned and quickly covered his mouth.

"Oh, God, it's so big."

His voice was muffled. As I pushed into him, I felt every inch of my dick slam against his bowels. His ass swallowed my dick whole, and I started fucking him hard. Mike tightened his ass walls around my dick. You could tell he was struggling to take it all. I've had many girls take me before, but I've never had someone take it as Mike did. Only a real man like him could handle something like this.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Mike was still covering his mouth and grimacing. With every thirst of my hips, his whole body shook.

"Oh bro! Your ass is driving me insane."

I felt him squeeze my dick even tighter now. His ass muscles were spasming, which felt incredible around my dick. Mike let out a whimper and grabbed the kitchen counter with both hands.

"Oh, God, it's so fucking big, so fucking hard, fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

Hearing those words, my dick went on a rampage inside of him. Mike's whole body started trembling, and I watched him shoot jizz all over the salad he had prepared.

"Fuck man, that's so hot, cumming, cumming, cumming..."

I groaned as I started shooting my load deep inside of him. Jessica could have recorded us at this point, and we wouldn't have cared. Emptying my dick inside Mike was one of the best feelings in the world. My body collapsed onto his, and I felt the last drops leave my dick. We were catching our breaths at the same pace now. Mike turned his head towards me, sticking his tongue deep inside my mouth. We have never kissed so passionately before. It was as if all breaks were loose now. Nothing or no one was holding us back anymore. We stopped kissing cause we still needed to catch our breaths.

"Your ass feels better than pussy Mike."

"Of course it does, with all the fucking squats I'm doing! My ass is wet as a pussy and hard as a rock!"

I tried to kiss him again, but he stopped me.

"You know..."

We were both still breathing heavily.

"I never thought gay sex would feel this fucking good. I love my ass getting fucked."

"You don't know how happy it makes me

To hear that!"

A rustling sound from the living room shook us both back to reality. Thinking that Jessica had woken up, we moved apart and quickly pulled our shorts back up. My heart almost jumped out of my chest, but we soon realized she had switched positions on the couch and was still sleeping.

"Damn, bro, is she going to sleep through a fucking hurricane? Maybe I should wake her up. This seems abnormal."

"Wait! What about this special salad you made? Don't you want to eat it first?"

I waved a cum soaked leaf at Mike's face, but he brushed the suggestion off with a smile.

"I think you won't mind that extra protein."

Mike cleaned the place for leftover cum, and I finished our food. We woke up Jessica. She had fallen into a very deep sleep and told us about a crazy dream where naked people were making out in front of her at the beach, only for her to realize she accidentally came to a nude beach. Both Mikes and my faces turned stone cold when Jessica told us about her dream. Jessica thanked us for the food and decided to leave and catch even more sleep at her place. She gave Mike a firm hug before leaving.

Mike and I used the gym one last time before Coach Tom returned. Mike hit a new insane record of 160kg squats. We cheered like animals. Mike started to pose triumphantly as though he had won a competition. I admired his happiness which made me happy in return.

"I think you deserve a little reward for your hard work bro!"

"Oh yeah? What's that?"

"Lay down on this may for me."

Mike did so without hesitation, as his legs trembled after the workout.

"On your stomach dude."

He did as I asked, and as he turned around, I couldn't help but admire the giant mounds of glutes that appeared before me. I gave them a hard slap. The recoil of my slap made his cheeks jiggle.

"I'm going to give your legs a little massage. For a quicker recovery."

"Nice! Just be gentle bro."

Part of me decided to give Mike this massage earnestly, and I tried my best to provide him with an authentic tissue massage, but the other part just wanted to touch his huge sweaty leg muscles. Mike moaned and groaned as I kneaded and pressed his hard muscles around. I occasionally moved over to his butt and massaged it for my pleasure.

"Bro, you have the best body! Your muscles are so hard and firm."

I went back to massaging Mike's legs, pressing more and more weight onto him. His sweat was all over my hands by now. Once I finished, I moved my face between his thighs so my nose was positioned near his crack, and I took a deep whiff. Mike moaned in surprise.

"And you smell good too!"

"Stop that, bro, or you will get me hard again, you bastard!"

I hesitantly moved my face away from Mike's ass and helped him get up. He thanked me sincerely for the massage. After our workout, we both took a shower together. There was no tension between us as we unlocked a new level of intimacy. For all I could care, I could shit in front of Mike, and it wouldn't feel awkward. We helped each other out in the shower. We scrubbed our backs clean. I joked around with him and warned him not to drop the soap. We cleaned the house as well as it was possible. The last thing I wanted was for Coach to regret letting me stay at his place, especially after I'd had two of the best days ever.

It was getting dark outside. There was no doorbell ring as Coach and his family entered the house. Thank god I wasn't doing anything risky with Mike at that moment. We rushed to the door and greeted Coach Tom and his wife. Coach and his wife held one of their sleeping daughters in their arms, so we were all whispering. Mike and I started thanking Coach and his wife for letting us stay and watch their home.

"We can still do anything for you if you want. Make some tea?

Coach's wife turned to me and smiled.

"Oh, actually, that would be lovely. I will put the girls to bed in the meantime."

After bringing their daughters upstairs, Coach Tom came to the kitchen. I had already prepared the tea for him and his wife. Mike looked nervous and gave me panicked glances. He probably anticipated how Coach would react after seeing him in the jacuzzi with me.

"I take it you boys had a fun weekend?"

"Yes, sir, we sure did. Thanks again for letting me invite Mike over."

"No problem kid. You guys watched the game today?"

"Yeah! We crushed the Operatives."

"That's what I like to hear."

I grabbed Mike by his hips and moved him close to me.

"Well, the Operatives weren't the only ones getting crushed during the game."

Coach's eyes widened, and he looked us up and down.

"Oh, I see! You boys like to play more than just football games."

Mike was laughing nervously and defiantly too loudly.

"Relax bro. I told you Coach is chill."

"By the way, thanks for giving me that little show. I'll tell you that made my weekend a lot more interesting."

"Our pleasure sir."

"Be careful; otherwise, you'll grow to be an old perv like myself."

I waved my hand at Coach.

"Stop it Coach, your not old anyways, and besides. I think we both already are perverts."

I loved hearing Coach Tom's deep signature laugh. Mike was still laughing nervously.

"Well, well! Look who has gotten more confident. I'm glad my little pep talk and training helped you out Son. Anyways. I'm glad to see you boys on good terms again. Better than good, actually."

"We're glad too, Coach, and thanks again for everything."

"Well, I'm the one who should be thanking you. If it were up to me, I'd have you both stay here, but that will be it for now."

"Yes. See you tomorrow Coach!"

I bumped my elbow into Mike slightly.

"Oh yes! See you tomorrow Coach, and thank you."

We got our backpacks and left the mansion that was Coach's home.

"Why were you so nervous Mike?"

"Well, for starters, I still need to get used to the idea that my Coach watched me getting fucked! Heck, I still need to process that any dude has seen me getting dicked by my best bud."

"You are kinda cute when you're nervous. You know that?"

"Oh shut up bro!"

Mike bumped into me, making me almost fall off the sidewalk. The night air was warm yet still refreshing.

"Hey, do you want to take a walk to our place? It's not that far."

"Ehm, okay. But why?"

"I don't know. It's nice out. Everyone's asleep. I want to walk home with you."

"Oh, Okay."

We started walking in silence. I was constantly smiling and bumped my body against Mike's occasionally. Moments like these could last forever. That's why I wanted to walk home. I wanted to be alone with Mike for as long as possible. I pushed my hand against his slightly.

He twitched and moved it away but started interlocking his fingers with mine immediately. I smiled at him as I grabbed his hand. Who would've thought that id ever be walking down the street with Mike, holding hands.

It took us 30 minutes to get home, but time flew by quicker than that. We wanted to watch the latest episode of The Peacemaker before going to bed, and I suggested we do so in bed. We didn't have to shower cause we already did at Coach's place, so we just undressed and got into bed.

"You know we should buy a new bed one day. We barely fit."

I said, lying sideways as I pressed my body against Mike's. I was spooning him, and his ass was stuffed perfectly against my crotch.

"Yeah. We gotta find jobs again though."

I put my arm around his neck and started the episode on my phone.

"We will figure something out."

After minutes of watching and cuddling, a scene with a shirtless John Ceena in only his underwear appeared.

"Finally!"

Mike mouthed out.

"Oh? So that's why you wanted to watch the show?"

Mike scuffled.

"Noou!"

"Admit it! You find him hot. Admit you find other men attractive."

Mike said nothing but started grinding his ass against my dick. I got hard immediately.

"I don't have to say that. I can show you...Quick nut?"

I answered without hesitation.

"Fuck yeah bro!"

We barely made it in time for morning practice the next day. We were beat. As I fucked Mike before going to bed yesterday, we didn't consider how late it already was. During our drills, Mike gave me side eyes, signaling that the exercise was harder for him than usual. I just smiled at him and caressed his ass when no one was looking, which in turn brought his smile back. Sadly even me keeping up his spirits didn't change the fact that we had no energy left. My muscles were sore from our intense workouts at Coach's place, and I could only imagine how Mike felt after his new record squats. Coach came over to us and started shouting.

"If both of you won't get your shit together right this second!"

Our team was giving us pitiful yet disappointed looks.

"Mike! Quit wobbling and finish your exercise!"

"Ahh Coach! But my butt hurts so bad!"

Coach Tom's eyes widened in rage.

"Do I look like I give a damn about you complaining? I'll ensure you will be even more butt hurt after I give you additional exercise! You and your boyfriend will stay here after practice and do additional drills!"

Hearing Coach call me Mike's boyfriend in front of everyone made my skin crawl. I looked around, panicked, but no one seemed to react abnormally. Although my relationship with Mike has changed drastically for them, it must look the same as before. Officially we were still just Bros. I got caught up in my thoughts, and it didn't even register for me that Coach just told us to stay even longer after practice. Everyone headed to the locker room while Coach made Mike and I run track. We were dying, sweat running down our bodies like a waterfall. The field was empty, and Coach whistled for us to approach him. We were so happy to be relieved of running. We barely made our way over to Coach without collapsing. Coach Tom was standing still with his arms crossed over his chest. He was wearing the most typical red tracksuit and white undershirt.

"I don't want you boys slacking, yet here we are."

He gave us a disappointing sigh.

"I guess I have been giving you guys too many privileges lately while neglecting my number one duty as your Coach."

I looked over at Mike, scared of where this was going.

"It looks like I must remind you boys of your place."

I took a step forward.

"What do you mean Coach?"

He raised his arm quickly.

"AH! I wasn't talking to you. Mike! You will go first."

"Coach?"

"Come on!"

Coach motioned for Mike to stand before him. The nervousness of the situation made my throat tighten.

"Now. Get on your knees boy!"

"Wha?"

"I said. Get. On. Your knees!"

Mike's body trembled, and he fell to his knees before Coach. His face was positioned towards the ground.

"Look up at me!"

Mike tilted his head up slowly. I watched in terror as Coach Tom started pulling down his pants hectically.

"Keep looking at me boy."

Coach Tom's huge manly dick jetted out of his pants as he dropped them to his knees. He started swinging his dick in front of Mike's face. Mike looked up at the dick in both shock and amazement.

"Now, I will teach you, boys, a different lesson."

to be continued!