#brorotica

[quickienewyork]

This little book (Brorotica part 1) is still my all time best-selling book. Paid my rent for nearly two years.

I'm struggling to stay motivated on this bright and sunny Friday morning, so maybe a little reminder that you never know what might take off will help all of us.

(I should point out there are three volumes now and they're available in one big book: The Complete Brorotica)

[itsbrorotica-blog]

You can tell I used to be a real bro. By the kilt. And the boot. And the fire. 

And the Britney Spears shirt.

[firewarrior117]

When Vayle said she made matching outfits for Adon and Fiona, they certainly weren’t expecting there costumes to both be dresses.

At least now Adon’s got a disguise when venturing through the Noble Districts of the local cities!

“You see? This is what I love about that boy! He'll wear anything, gender rules be dammed! He makes a very good Gender neutral model for my outfits! Plus...He REALLY makes that outfit work...”

“...I'm so proud of him. Mein son. Mein pioneer son...” [is a little buzzed from swigging booze from his flask...]

(Archimedes belongs to Brorotica)

(Adon belongs to Sanguynn)

[quickienewyork]

Working on a little Brorotica photoshoot for OF. 

How’s your morning going?

[quickienewyork]

I made a silly little ad for Brorotica this morning. Including photoshopping myself to look like I’m blowing three other mes because it’s hard to find models. 

[quickienewyork]

Here’s me in coveralls reading Brorotica against a blue wall.

[quickienewyork]

Got some bro in you? 

Want some?

[quickienewyork]

Chick Are For Fags

"Dude, I'm going out with Stacy again tonight." Tony always felt the need to tell his roommate exactly what he was doing at all times.

"What, are you getting your nails done?" Stephen always felt the need to make fun of him for it.

"What the fuck is your problem, man? That girl is so damn hot I can barely walk past her without getting off."

"You're such a fucking pussy, bro. Chicks are for fags. Come out drinking with me instead."

"What does that even mean?"

"It means you're always going out with some chick and doing gay shit. You spend all your time with girls and it's lame with a capital lame. Next thing I know you'll be reading Cosmo with her while drinking French 75's at some stupid cocktail bar."

"I don't even know what a French 75 is, and what the hell are you talking about? I'm gonna get laid, bro, by one of the hottest girls I've ever met, and you're calling me gay? You're a dumbass."

"All I'm saying is real men don't spend all their time shopping with girls. They watch football and get drunk with the guys, and if you had any balls you'd tell that bitch to shove off and you'd come get wasted like a man."

They sat facing each other on the couch and neither one of them said a word. They wore the same baseball cap–backwards–and they went to the same gym. They drank the same beer, watched the same movies, and hit on the same chicks. They had lived together for two years and this was the first time they had argued about anything other than who was buying the next case.

"I bet you can't even seal the deal," Stephen said.

"Oh, really? You think I can't handle her, is that what this is about? Dude, I've been working my ass off at the gym, and I'm gonna fuck her like a pro. Check out these abs."

Tony whipped his shirt off over his head and flexed his muscles as he stared at his friend. He ran his hands over his abs, and his six-pack rippled beneath his fingers.

"Whatever dude, check this out." Before Tony knew what was happening, Stephen had his shirt off as well and was flexing his muscles and rubbing his abs, which were every bit as tight as his own.

"That's what a fucking man looks like, bro. What makes you think she's gonna go for your tiny little dick, anyway? That girl is way out of your league."

"Oh, I have a small dick now? Dude, I've seen you in the shower, and you got nothing on me."

"Oh really? One look in the shower and you think you know my dick, bro? Is that it? You don't know my dick." Stephen started undoing his jeans, and before Tony could say a word he was standing there in his briefs with his hands up in the air.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Take it out fag, and let's see for real who's got a small dick now. Or are you too scared?"

"I'm not scared of anything," Tony said, dropping his jeans as well. He reached a hand into his boxers and grabbed his package, squeezing and tugging to make sure he had at least a semi.

"Let's do this, Bro."

"Yeah? You want to do this?" Stephen was rubbing his own cock through his tight red briefs and he was getting harder by the second. The two guys stood in the middle of their living room staring at each other's rippling muscles as they jerked their cocks to full hardness.

"You first."

"No way. We go at the same time."

They stared at each other, and then finally nodded and counted to three. Four seconds later they were naked, and their dicks were standing at attention like a military parade. Each one wrapped his hand around his cock as they stared at one another, and their faces were impossible to read. Without thinking they stepped closer, their hands slowly moving up and down their shafts.

They stopped inches from one another and both of their eyes were glued to the other's cock.

"They're exactly the same fucking size," Tony whispered.

"It's like I'm looking at my own fucking prick," Stephen said in the same low voice.

"And your abs are actually just as good as mine."

"Yeah, your arms are looking good too, bro. I feel like I'm looking in the mirror. Switch hands!" Stephen said as they kept looking over each other's bodies. With Tony's left hand on his cock, it did look like a mirror, and they both smiled as they slowly started to jerk off at the same time.

The faster their hands moved the less they talked. Their heads were so close they were nearly touching, and they could feel each other breathing. Every once in awhile their hands brushed together as their movement became more and more determined. Their fists slowed and tightened as they watched, and without thinking Stephen's free hand moved to Tony's shoulder.

Without a word between them, Tony knelt under the pressure of the hand, and seconds later he had a cock in his mouth for the first time in his life. He didn't know what to do, but with his own hand still pumping his dick, he didn't think much. He opened his mouth, sucked on his best friend's cock, and before he knew it, it was getting easier. He took him deeper and deeper into his mouth as his friend moaned and grabbed his hair. Stephen started to move his hips faster as he got closer to coming, and the two boys were moaning and screaming like it was the end of the world.

"I'm gonna fucking blow, dude," Stephen mumbled as Tony started coming harder than he ever had before. He felt his cock tighten and pulse in his fist as his best friend exploded into his mouth. He choked and coughed as he tried to swallow it, but by the time he was done coming there was as much on him as in him.

Tony fell back onto the floor with his back to the couch and tried to catch his breath as Stephen slipped down next to him.

"It was like I was sucking my own dick," he said to no one in particular.

"I used to do that in high school. I could just get the tip in, but I blew myself so many times I had to see a chiropractor."

"Dude, I think I need a beer. A whole lot of fucking beer."

"I'm supposed to meet Stacy at The Pink Pony in twenty minutes."

"She's taking you to the Pink Pony?"

"Yeah, she says they have good appletinis."

"You are such a fag, bro."

"Fuck you, Stephen."

-gny

(From The Complete Brorotica, 15 stories of straight men having gay sex)