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Let's Sperg kiwifarms.net Plays Coming Out On Top - Bros Are Hoes
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Jock: Eh, I've seen better.
Narrator: Hearing footsteps, you lower your shirt hastily.
Beau: Roman, I see you've met Sandler, the tutor.
Narrator: You step back, trying not to stare too long at his large, appliance-like girth. The hallway seems to be shrinking and you feel very small.
Roman: Beau, you did not.
Beau: I did. I asked the girl at the tutoring center to send a male tutor for Brad. A smart, responsible nerd of a man. Look at him, you know he's the kind of guy that would rather do extra credit than go to a party.
Roman: You're joking, right. Just send one of the girls to help Brad already.
Beau: Roman, the last thing my brother needs is one of our so-called 'tutors' writing his papers and trying to get his peter in any hole they can.
Roman: Fine, get a donkey to tutor your dumb-ass brother for all I care, just say out of my business. Have fun, dude-tor, you got your work cut out for you. (he leaves)
Beau: Sandler, the coordinator gave you a glowing recommendation, and now that you're standing here, I can see why. You seem like the kind of man another man can trust with his little sister.
Adam: Well, actually...
Beau: Listen, Sandler, the football program has been a real culture shock to my little brother. A semester of alcohol, drugs and women have compromised Brad's virtue and his motivation to hit the books. You're here to turn that around before it effects his playing on the football field. Brad already has the highest freshman passer rating in our school's history. I can't let him screw-up his future. He'll lose his scholarship if he flunks English again. I want you to ensure Brad doesn't succumb to the endless temptations that have driven other, lesser men to ruin. You will start off on a probationary period. We'll see how it goes for a week or two before we make a commitment. Can I put my trust in you, Sandler?
Narrator: Hearing footsteps, you lower your shirt hastily.
Beau: Roman, I see you've met Sandler, the tutor.
Narrator: You step back, trying not to stare too long at his large, appliance-like girth. The hallway seems to be shrinking and you feel very small.
Roman: Beau, you did not.
Beau: I did. I asked the girl at the tutoring center to send a male tutor for Brad. A smart, responsible nerd of a man. Look at him, you know he's the kind of guy that would rather do extra credit than go to a party.
Roman: You're joking, right. Just send one of the girls to help Brad already.
Beau: Roman, the last thing my brother needs is one of our so-called 'tutors' writing his papers and trying to get his peter in any hole they can.
Roman: Fine, get a donkey to tutor your dumb-ass brother for all I care, just say out of my business. Have fun, dude-tor, you got your work cut out for you. (he leaves)
Beau: Sandler, the coordinator gave you a glowing recommendation, and now that you're standing here, I can see why. You seem like the kind of man another man can trust with his little sister.
Adam: Well, actually...
Beau: Listen, Sandler, the football program has been a real culture shock to my little brother. A semester of alcohol, drugs and women have compromised Brad's virtue and his motivation to hit the books. You're here to turn that around before it effects his playing on the football field. Brad already has the highest freshman passer rating in our school's history. I can't let him screw-up his future. He'll lose his scholarship if he flunks English again. I want you to ensure Brad doesn't succumb to the endless temptations that have driven other, lesser men to ruin. You will start off on a probationary period. We'll see how it goes for a week or two before we make a commitment. Can I put my trust in you, Sandler?
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Nothing like some good, old fashioned sexploitation to get some extra dough!
... Nah, pick option 1. If you pick option 2, we might run into a very painful DEAD END.
... Nah, pick option 1. If you pick option 2, we might run into a very painful DEAD END.
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Beau: Excellent. Something tells me you're going to be just the influence Brad needs. Don't let me down. Or my brother. Or the team. Or Orlin. Especially not me. Brad is in his room. Second door, third door on your left.
Narrator: The door is halfway open. You poke your head and scan the bedroom. Empty. You poke your head in to get a further look. A groan interrupts your thoughts. Your eye move to your feet where a beefy redhead lies face down on the carpet, next to an immaculately arranged row of beer cans.
Adam: Shit! Sorry.
Brad: (Groans and gets up.) Who are you?
Narrator: Your eyes quickly dart over the tawny skin and thick everything. You notice the rippling muscles underneath the tank top. Your throat goes dry.
Adam: I'm Adam, your tutor. We have a session today.
Brad: Wha...? Oh, right, I gotta. Unng, gimmie a sec.
Brad: Let me get my books and, uh, stuff.
Narrator: He turns to his desk, shuffling through a pile of books and papers. Your eyes linger on his perfect thoroughbred calves as he leans forward. You follow up the curve of this thighs, to the swell of his glutes, a pair of thin jersey shorts struggling to contain his glory. You advert your gaze as he turns around and hands you some books and a pad of paper. You open the book, removing the sock between the pages.
Adam: Bookmark?
Brad: Yeah, sorry. (He tosses the sock in the hamper.) You mean Beau, right? Did my brother explain how I flunked English comp last semester?
Adam: Yes he did. But you know what? Don't sweat it. It's all about getting back up, dusting yourself off, and hopping back on the horse. A little effort goes a long way. And with the proper help, I'm sure you'll do fine.
Brad: Oh man, you're the greatest. Now you see, this class just doesn't have tests. Just like, three term papers I have to turn in. The first one's in two weeks so just drop it off here when you're done. I'm sure a smart guy like you can crank out those essays like they're nothing.
Adam: Ha, yeah. Writing is my forte-Wait, what?
Brad: Oh, you're wondering about the money? Everything gets handled through the student learning center. Just report every hour you spend on the essay. Of course, don't call it that. Just report the hours. I mean, the learning center probably knows what's going on, it's nothing new. But we gotta be careful about leaving paper trails. You can't believe the dirt rival colleges will try to dig up to get each other busted by the NCAA. I really appreciate this, man. Just don't mention this to Beau.
Narrator: The door is halfway open. You poke your head and scan the bedroom. Empty. You poke your head in to get a further look. A groan interrupts your thoughts. Your eye move to your feet where a beefy redhead lies face down on the carpet, next to an immaculately arranged row of beer cans.
Adam: Shit! Sorry.
Brad: (Groans and gets up.) Who are you?
Narrator: Your eyes quickly dart over the tawny skin and thick everything. You notice the rippling muscles underneath the tank top. Your throat goes dry.
Adam: I'm Adam, your tutor. We have a session today.
Brad: Wha...? Oh, right, I gotta. Unng, gimmie a sec.
Brad: Let me get my books and, uh, stuff.
Narrator: He turns to his desk, shuffling through a pile of books and papers. Your eyes linger on his perfect thoroughbred calves as he leans forward. You follow up the curve of this thighs, to the swell of his glutes, a pair of thin jersey shorts struggling to contain his glory. You advert your gaze as he turns around and hands you some books and a pad of paper. You open the book, removing the sock between the pages.
Adam: Bookmark?
Brad: Yeah, sorry. (He tosses the sock in the hamper.) You mean Beau, right? Did my brother explain how I flunked English comp last semester?
Adam: Yes he did. But you know what? Don't sweat it. It's all about getting back up, dusting yourself off, and hopping back on the horse. A little effort goes a long way. And with the proper help, I'm sure you'll do fine.
Brad: Oh man, you're the greatest. Now you see, this class just doesn't have tests. Just like, three term papers I have to turn in. The first one's in two weeks so just drop it off here when you're done. I'm sure a smart guy like you can crank out those essays like they're nothing.
Adam: Ha, yeah. Writing is my forte-Wait, what?
Brad: Oh, you're wondering about the money? Everything gets handled through the student learning center. Just report every hour you spend on the essay. Of course, don't call it that. Just report the hours. I mean, the learning center probably knows what's going on, it's nothing new. But we gotta be careful about leaving paper trails. You can't believe the dirt rival colleges will try to dig up to get each other busted by the NCAA. I really appreciate this, man. Just don't mention this to Beau.
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Crazy overprotective little brother and slacker buff guy telling you to write shit for him? It is crazy talk.
Besides the blonde is hotter.
Besides the blonde is hotter.
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Last one, because there's no way anyone would say that with a straight face.
...or the first one. That works too.
...or the first one. That works too.
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I rolled a die to choose between the three and we're going with Sanae Kochiya's.
Brad: So we just won't tell him and you'll be fine.
Adam: I don't-
Brad: Thirty-five a page?
Brad: So we just won't tell him and you'll be fine.
Adam: I don't-
Brad: Thirty-five a page?
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We're not taking bribes! Lets help him out academically through hard work!
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I realized I made a mistake. I was getting too used to using some older logs to save time and posted up the wrong one. So I'm deleting the previous two and posting up what should've happened (with some hot professor action). I'm sorry and I'll do better next time. Also, I cut some stuff short due to length.
Brad: All right, you've made your point. You better go. We're just wasting time.
Narrator: You head downstairs. Beau stops you before you reach the door.
Beau: That was an awful quick tutoring session.
Adam: Brad didn't want my help.
Beau: Oh, really? BRAD YOU WEASEL!
Narrator: Brad charges up the stairs, his footsteps pounding against the floorboards like thunder. The house reverberates with the thumping sounds and angry, muffled yells from the brothers upstairs. It's apparent your tutoring session is over. Not sure what else to do, you leave. You figure you'll get a call if you're needed again.
Friday...
Narrator: You head to your anatomy lecture. Well, at least Alex, er, Professor Davies made his intentions loud and clear. Nothing is going to happen between you two. No date...no kiss...no frantic make-out sessions yanking of each others half-buttoned shirts...no chance of him bending you over the furniture, letting you have it...
Adam: (thinking) Dear God, and the semester has just started, too. Is every class going to be this torturous? Focus, man, focus. You just need to pass this class to finish the semester.
Alex: The human brain has many marvelous controls over the functions of the human body.
Adam: (think) Well, at least this is relative to my interests.
Alex: Today, we're going to take a look at the brain and see how it functions, especially during the act of copulation.
Narrator: You hear a chorus of giggle and guffaws erupt around you. Somebody whistles.
Alex: Normally, our society likes to concentrate on the basics when discussing sex. The vagina. The penis. The nipples. The human body, however, has a multiple of erogenous zones, which when stimulated can produce sexual arousal. To better explain this, perhaps an explanation is in order. Could I get a volunteer?
Narrator: It's dead quiet as the students nervously scan the room. You stare at the bottom of the room as your forehead starts to bead with sweat. A horrible sense of dread wells in the pit of your stomach.
Alex: No one? Shoot, you guys are forcing me to pick someone. Mr. Sandler? Please approach the stage.
Narrator: Your stomach does somersaults as fear grips your insides. The entire classroom turns to stare at you. Alex taps his foot, waiting.
Adam: Me?
Alex: Yes, you. Right now. We've got a lot of territory to cover.
Narrator: Somehow your feet manage to lead you to the front of the lecture hall. As you get upstage, Alex pushes a table up towards you. He pats the surface.
Alex: Sit down Mr. Sandler.
Narrator: You obey, unable to reply with a simple yes or no. You feel like you've forgotten how to say the simplest words. Alex leans over you.
Alex: Don't be nervous, Adam, relax. I'm just going to remove your jeans for a second.
Adam: WHAAAT? Wait!
Narrator: The class waits, silent as a tomb as Alex removes your pants.
Alex: Lie back, Mr. Sandler.
Narrator: Being unable to move, Alex places a hand on your shoulder and leans you back himself. As the cold air hits your pelvis, you feel a hundred eyes staring at your exposed dick.
Alex: I have a very unconventional method of teaching, Adam. We're all adults here, right? So just spread you legs a little further. Today we're demonstrating with Mr. Sandler's help the effects of stimulating one of the most overlooked parts of the male body, the prostate gland. The gland is located here...
Narrator: Unprepared, you nearly jump off the table as he taps the space beneath your balls.
Alex: ...towards the base of the penis. We can stimulate this gland by massaging the zone between the anus and the testes. Observe as I demonstrate on Mr. Sandler.
Narrator: Despite being embarrassed and mortified by all of this, you feel a wave of pleasure course through your body. You try, but fail to stifle a groan.
Alex: Many men, regardless of orientation, will enjoy some form of prostate stimulation.
Narrator: As his fingers continue their firm, gentle message, you feel a familiar tug in your groin. You're getting an erection.
Alex: And Mr. Sandler here is no exception.
Narrator: Alex grasps his hands around the base of your cock and starts moving his hand up and down your length. You shut your eyes as you feel a jolt of pleasure run through your body. You squirm, groaning despite the situation. No one utters a single word. You're thinking your entire class must be in a state of shock. You begin grinding your hips involuntarily as you try to fuck his hand.
Alex: How are you holding up, Adam?
Adam: Uhhh...
Narrator: You hear the snap of a rubber glove and something cold and slick being applied between your ass cheeks. Alex talks to you in a low murmur as he spreads the lube around your ass.
Alex: Adam, I strive to fill my lectures with practical information that the students can use to enrich their lives. Did you know I have one of the highest student ratings in the country?
Narrator: He presses a finger against your sphincter. He circles it a few times, testing its firmness. Alex brushes his thumb against the underside of your cock, making you shiver with pleasure.
Alex: Here we are. As you can probably deduce, internal stimulation of the prostate gland is a little tricky. Just remember that the prostate is closer to the front of the body. When you find the mound, shake it gently at first, observing what speed and pressure is needed for arousal.
Adam: Ahhhh...
Alex: Now for a fun fact. Mr. Sandler may be able to achieve orgasm through prostate stimulation alone.
Narrator: Before you can respond, you feel more pressure as Alex inserts another finger, making you squirm. You start gasping for air, feeling the cum build up in your balls.
Alex: Is there anything you'd like to say to the class, Mr. Sandler?
Adam: I...I hope you guys are taking notes.
Narrator: You body begins to tense up as you begin bucking against his hand, feverishly trying to drive his fingers into your ass. You're about to cum.
Voice: Dude? DUDE!!
Saturday...
Narrator: You wake up with a raging hard on.
Ian: God, are you finally awake?!
Narrator: You throw a blanket over your lap.
Adam: What the Hell, Ian. You could've knocked! Jesus. What a dream.
Ian: Oh yeah, what about?
Narrator: You head downstairs. Beau stops you before you reach the door.
Beau: That was an awful quick tutoring session.
Adam: Brad didn't want my help.
Beau: Oh, really? BRAD YOU WEASEL!
Narrator: Brad charges up the stairs, his footsteps pounding against the floorboards like thunder. The house reverberates with the thumping sounds and angry, muffled yells from the brothers upstairs. It's apparent your tutoring session is over. Not sure what else to do, you leave. You figure you'll get a call if you're needed again.
Friday...
Narrator: You head to your anatomy lecture. Well, at least Alex, er, Professor Davies made his intentions loud and clear. Nothing is going to happen between you two. No date...no kiss...no frantic make-out sessions yanking of each others half-buttoned shirts...no chance of him bending you over the furniture, letting you have it...
Adam: (thinking) Dear God, and the semester has just started, too. Is every class going to be this torturous? Focus, man, focus. You just need to pass this class to finish the semester.
Alex: The human brain has many marvelous controls over the functions of the human body.
Adam: (think) Well, at least this is relative to my interests.
Alex: Today, we're going to take a look at the brain and see how it functions, especially during the act of copulation.
Narrator: You hear a chorus of giggle and guffaws erupt around you. Somebody whistles.
Alex: Normally, our society likes to concentrate on the basics when discussing sex. The vagina. The penis. The nipples. The human body, however, has a multiple of erogenous zones, which when stimulated can produce sexual arousal. To better explain this, perhaps an explanation is in order. Could I get a volunteer?
Narrator: It's dead quiet as the students nervously scan the room. You stare at the bottom of the room as your forehead starts to bead with sweat. A horrible sense of dread wells in the pit of your stomach.
Alex: No one? Shoot, you guys are forcing me to pick someone. Mr. Sandler? Please approach the stage.
Narrator: Your stomach does somersaults as fear grips your insides. The entire classroom turns to stare at you. Alex taps his foot, waiting.
Adam: Me?
Alex: Yes, you. Right now. We've got a lot of territory to cover.
Narrator: Somehow your feet manage to lead you to the front of the lecture hall. As you get upstage, Alex pushes a table up towards you. He pats the surface.
Alex: Sit down Mr. Sandler.
Narrator: You obey, unable to reply with a simple yes or no. You feel like you've forgotten how to say the simplest words. Alex leans over you.
Alex: Don't be nervous, Adam, relax. I'm just going to remove your jeans for a second.
Adam: WHAAAT? Wait!
Narrator: The class waits, silent as a tomb as Alex removes your pants.
Alex: Lie back, Mr. Sandler.
Narrator: Being unable to move, Alex places a hand on your shoulder and leans you back himself. As the cold air hits your pelvis, you feel a hundred eyes staring at your exposed dick.
Alex: I have a very unconventional method of teaching, Adam. We're all adults here, right? So just spread you legs a little further. Today we're demonstrating with Mr. Sandler's help the effects of stimulating one of the most overlooked parts of the male body, the prostate gland. The gland is located here...
Narrator: Unprepared, you nearly jump off the table as he taps the space beneath your balls.
Alex: ...towards the base of the penis. We can stimulate this gland by massaging the zone between the anus and the testes. Observe as I demonstrate on Mr. Sandler.
Narrator: Despite being embarrassed and mortified by all of this, you feel a wave of pleasure course through your body. You try, but fail to stifle a groan.
Alex: Many men, regardless of orientation, will enjoy some form of prostate stimulation.
Narrator: As his fingers continue their firm, gentle message, you feel a familiar tug in your groin. You're getting an erection.
Alex: And Mr. Sandler here is no exception.
Narrator: Alex grasps his hands around the base of your cock and starts moving his hand up and down your length. You shut your eyes as you feel a jolt of pleasure run through your body. You squirm, groaning despite the situation. No one utters a single word. You're thinking your entire class must be in a state of shock. You begin grinding your hips involuntarily as you try to fuck his hand.
Alex: How are you holding up, Adam?
Adam: Uhhh...
Narrator: You hear the snap of a rubber glove and something cold and slick being applied between your ass cheeks. Alex talks to you in a low murmur as he spreads the lube around your ass.
Alex: Adam, I strive to fill my lectures with practical information that the students can use to enrich their lives. Did you know I have one of the highest student ratings in the country?
Narrator: He presses a finger against your sphincter. He circles it a few times, testing its firmness. Alex brushes his thumb against the underside of your cock, making you shiver with pleasure.
Alex: Here we are. As you can probably deduce, internal stimulation of the prostate gland is a little tricky. Just remember that the prostate is closer to the front of the body. When you find the mound, shake it gently at first, observing what speed and pressure is needed for arousal.
Adam: Ahhhh...
Alex: Now for a fun fact. Mr. Sandler may be able to achieve orgasm through prostate stimulation alone.
Narrator: Before you can respond, you feel more pressure as Alex inserts another finger, making you squirm. You start gasping for air, feeling the cum build up in your balls.
Alex: Is there anything you'd like to say to the class, Mr. Sandler?
Adam: I...I hope you guys are taking notes.
Narrator: You body begins to tense up as you begin bucking against his hand, feverishly trying to drive his fingers into your ass. You're about to cum.
Voice: Dude? DUDE!!
Saturday...
Narrator: You wake up with a raging hard on.
Ian: God, are you finally awake?!
Narrator: You throw a blanket over your lap.
Adam: What the Hell, Ian. You could've knocked! Jesus. What a dream.
Ian: Oh yeah, what about?
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#2 because that scenario sounds almost as hot, and Ian might make a cute embarrassed face.
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Ian: That's, um,
Dirk: That's what?
Ian: That's so gay, dude.
Dirk: No shit, Ian!
Ian: But, we're buds. What, where, how am I supposed to respond to that?
Dirk: You don't! Dude, I was just kidding. Jesus, you need to see the look on your face.
Ian: Shut-up, asshole. I knew you were joking.
Dirk: Hahahaha. Bullshit.
Ian: Let's talk about why I actually came here. Look, you've been edgy since the start of this semester. You need to blow off some steam, dude. Penny's convinced you're lusting over your professor. I'd have to agree.
Dirk: Can we talk about this at a later date. Like after I'm dead?!
Ian: There's nothing to be ashamed about. You've been holding up that pent-up sexual energy for God knows how long. And now you're carrying this torch for this older, unattainable authority figure. Of course you're frustraited, angry, miserable-
Dick: Right, I'm sure a lack of sleep has nothing to do about it.
Ian: See. Listen to how irritated you are.
caffeinated_wench
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Narrator: You walk to the gym with Ian.
Ian: Ok, I'll be in the weight room, dude. This temple of protection didn't build himself, you know.
Dirk: All right, I'll meet up with you. I haven't decided what to do yet.
Narrator: You yawn, trying to shake yourself away. You don't fell much like lifting weights today. Three options come to mind.
Ian: Ok, I'll be in the weight room, dude. This temple of protection didn't build himself, you know.
Dirk: All right, I'll meet up with you. I haven't decided what to do yet.
Narrator: You yawn, trying to shake yourself away. You don't fell much like lifting weights today. Three options come to mind.
