Posted Tue Oct 6, 2015 | 81 Words | Tagged story

“Bro, I’m not feeling too good. Wasn’t I smart and stuff?”

Oh fuck, my stupid bro is lapsing. I flexed for him and shown him what I was doing for him, and I let him feel my arm. I could tell he was turned on by it. I commanded him to flex himself. Feeling the jockish juices flow again he was back to his “normal” jock self, or it will be the only self by the time I’m finished with him.