Brad yawns at his fucking obnoxious alarm and drags his thirty-eight year old body out of bed.
Sunlight streams through his bedroom. Brad and his massive tripod dong swagger over to the window to close the blinds with his erect penis while eating a mayo sandwich.
The mayo drips out of the folds and lands right on his cock. Brad grins down at his massive shlong and pretzel's himself to lick it clean.
He didn't feel a thing. Its not gay if you don't like it.
With his morning shower done, Brad grabs his school books from his bedside table and goes to look at himself like he always did in the bathroom mirror.
What a fucking sexy man he was. He had chocolate brown locks that curled ever so majestically over his broad head.
His big, sparkling, blue orbs were the colour of a freshly plunged toilet duck.
So youthful. He was always so alert in the morning, and that before taking his multi- vitamins.
Brad quickly sends a dick pic to all his followers and whips on his school uniform.
Generic High-school was where it was all at. Brad went there with his best friend Jonn (with two n's) every day like the mad lad he was.
Brad swaggered down his stairs and to the kitchen.
He had no mum or dad, because they weren't relevant to the plot. He was just too cool for one-liner parents anyway.
He poured himself some premium mayo into his blender and jammed in five slices of the whitest bread. None of that wholegrain shit, only the best for Brad and his healthy bowel movements.
Brad was late for school, as always.
He grabbed his white bread and mayo smoothie and ran outside where Jonn (with two n's )was waiting for him.
Brad walked to school with his best friend since they were kids, but for some reason, he forgot what he looked like this morning.
Jonn (with two n's) had beach blonde hair that curled like those cheap grocery-store noodles before they had been boiled. His green orbs were like grass just after it had been mown.
They were both in their matching uniforms that rippled in the breeze over their ripped bodies.
Brad had always been blessed with a thirty-eight pack. Jonn (with two n's) had his white shirt so tight Brad could see each smooth, speedbump on his bestest bro's body.
He felt nothing when he looked his arse over. They always did just to make sure they had their details right each morning after a full eight hours sleep.
"I cant wait for nothing to happen again" Jonn (with two n's) smiled at Brad "and then go home and jerk off into a noodle cup and play games."
What a man. Brad beamed back at his friend as they crossed the road towards their high-school.
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Thirty-eight year olds all flooded through the front gates of the grounds. Others parked their bikes out the front and locked them to the stands, chattering about boring shit.
Brad only had Jonn (with two n's). He didn't have time to remember lame background characters names.
Brad took the lead like the alpha male he was. Jonn (with two n's) followed behind, watching Brad and his super sharp muscles sliding through his shorts.
For some reason, Brad and Jonn (with two n's) always shared classes together. They always knew where they were going too without paper timetables telling them where to go. And, it was always something relevant to them too.
Brad and Jonn (with two n's) first class was Math. Jonn (with two n's) took his place at the window where the sunlight washed over him.
He looked like a damn model. Actually, everyone here did. It was amazing.
Brad took his place in front of him and turned his chair around to see Jonn (with two n's) already drawing veiny cocks into the grids of his thick maths book.
Damn. Look at those details. And the way he drew himself deep-throating one was so realistic.
"What you doing?"
Jonn (with two n's) instantly slammed his book shut and blushed bright red. His eyes turned bright red too. They always changed with his emotions.
They didn't have secrets between them. The way Jonn (with two n's) guarded his dicks confused Brad. He was a damn artist.
"Nothing."
Brad just shook it off as Generic Teacher 1 entered the room tits first. They were so perky Brad could see his nips through his wet shirt. The teacher rippled in the morning sun. His hard, chiselled face rubbed off the blackboard behind him so his chalky skin could scrawl his name up.
Generic Teacher 1. It just rolled right off the tongue.
The whole classroom was filled with people who listened to the teacher call attention to himself, but it felt like Jonn (with two n's) and Brad were the only two there.
"We can talk about whatever we want and Generic Teacher 1 won't even care" Jonn (with two n's) leant forward to tug on on Brad's chair "so let me act super weird and give us a reason to skip class."
Brad nods and watches Jonn (with to n's) get out of his chair and just walk out of the class. Generic Teacher 1 continues without skipping a beat as Brad gets up and follows him out too.
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No-one came after them when they walked down the empty hallway linking the classrooms. Brad could see other teachers doing all sorts of cool shit like the science teacher spouting exposition, and the art teacher drawing a huge picture of a huge werewolf.
So weird. What did any of that have to do with Brad?
Brad grabbed out a mayo sandwich to keep himself occupied. He strolled out the front doors to where Jonn (with two n's) already was, breaking the chain to a bike with his bare hands.
Dude must have really been working out his favourite hand lately. It really showed through the way his muscles rippled on their own.
John (with two n's) parked his perky testicles on the bike seat and skidded it to a halt at Brad's side. There was a little pink basket on the front Jonn (with two n's) tore off so Brad didn't need to touch such girly gayness.
He was much too alpha to have a rational thought about a diluted shade of red. Gross.
"What should we do now?" Brad asked when he hung his broad arse over the cold handlebars. Jonn (with two n's) had his hands on either side of those voluptuous cheeks, gripping the bars so he didn't touch them.
He kept his head bent around Brad's massive, muscly body that gleamed and glistened while Jonn (with two n's) pedalled them out of the school grounds. His testicles cuddled the bike seat to stabilise him.
Coincidentally, it was the day before the weekend. They wouldn't have school for two days now.
But it would feel like forever until they returned. And no-one would even care.
"We could jack off into noodle cups and play games with way too many guns and sex in it?" Jonn (with two n's) offered hopefully.
And maybe, they could make eye contact the whole time they did. In a way childhood friends always did.
Jonn (with two n's) felt his balls swell at the idea.
"Yeah" Brad shrugged his shoulder's as his arse went numb from the bar along it. He just wanted to do something fun away from school. Five minutes in that hellhole was way too much for one person to deal with.
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Jonn (with two n's) took Brad to his house. It was always as it had been; opposite Brad's. There was only a road that divided them physically. Emotionally, it was so much more.
Jonn's (with two n's) bedroom window looked out over to Brad's too. Jonn (with two n's) didn't mind Brad's flexible morning ritual from behind his own thin curtains. He showed how much of a best friend he was by getting as hard as Brad did and sharing the joy of such a manly morning wood.
Jonn (with two n's) didn't have parent's either. He had a dog that had its own life that came and went when it was convenient. It showed Jonn (with two n's) the respect he deserved when he threw his school bag onto the ground and kicked off his shoes before he and Brad barged their way inside and powered up the stairs.
Did the dog even have a name? Jonn (with two n's) couldn't remember.
When they were in Jonn (with two n's) room, he closed the door and flopped onto the bed. Brad slid onto the ground to bend over and file through Jonn (with two n's)collection.
It was a glorious sight. Brad's balls hung in his shorts, a little bit of his wrinkled skin dipping out the pant leg.
Looked like a hairless cat. Moved like one too, begging to be free.
"I'm getting changed" Jonn (with two n's) decided right there. Things were way too tight for comfort. It was perfect for something steamy to happen randomly.
Brad's orbs darted up when Jonn (with two n's) straining cock sprung free. He also had no underwear because no-one wore those damn things anyway.
His balls hung like sweaty baubles that Brad's bright blue's lingered on. Yes, feast your orbs on these. They belonged to another alpha like you.
Jonn (with two n's) liked the way Brad stared. He liked the way Brad was level with his jerking cock and just sat there so dumbfounded.
Jonn (with two n's) approached him and gripped his hair in his meaty hand. It felt good between his fingers. Like it belonged there.
"You need to join as player two" Jonn (with two n's) forced Brad to look at the TV their game was awaiting them on. He could see the reflection of his own beefy body behind Brad's head.
Jonn (with two n's) swiped up some pants and rushed down to boil up two noodle cups to bring back to Brad and start their game.
Nothing happened between them, and that's the way Brad liked it.
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