F*cking with AJ Sloan: Appreciate the Bros You Bang, Our Modern Day Heroes

August 11, 2023
AJ SLOAN

Good bro-friends are far and few between nowadays. That is why you need to cherish and appreciate them when they cum along. I myself have had the recent pleasure of making a new bro-friend, and I am looking forward to so many more future antics with them.

It all started at the gym, as most good stories go. I had been checking him out on the gym floor. You know the pleasure of the cruise. It’s like the PETA-friendly hunt that ends with both predator and prey satisfied if you’re doing it right. Anyways, we of course quickly became that couple in the steam room that put on a show for an audience working out their most precious muscles.

After a few of those… encounters, he and I formed a gym friendship that we’re all familiar with. He’s an interesting dude, so I actually mean it when I ask him, “How was your weekend?” or “How’s your day going?” As I said, he’s a cool dude.

Fast-forward, he and I have gotten food after the gym a couple of times, but today it wasn’t food that was on our minds. We were driving toward my place in Silver Lake after the gym to grab a bite, but my penis had other plans in mind.

At first, Broseph was driving with me in the passenger seat and he started to play with my cock. That quickly escalated to him blowing me at stoplights. I eventually suggested that we pull off down a side street to do things the right way.

Brosephine started blowing my cock so f*cking good, I felt the spirit to take all of my clothes off in that car with the windshield wipers going and the windows fogged up more than the ones Kate Winslett slapped her clammy hand up against in Titanic. He was working my cock so well with his dick out hard as f*ck, I busted so hard down his throat that he came all over himself.

There were so many people walking by that I thought for sure I was going to end up attempting to talk my way out of it. Hopefully, the cops would end up joining in to ensure their silence. We lucked out though. I’m still here.

Following our mid-ride clothing optional spunk-fest, Brosephina and I dined on my favorite Burmese carb-heavy delights. I strongly recommend all of the above as a post-workout tradition. You get to piggyback your post-nut clarity with Burmese fried rice and tea leaf salad. This is literally what some people pray for. Live their dreams for them. Create your own duty.

Take the time this week to appreciate the bro-life regular f*cks you have that are cool enough to eat with you after. I know, kinky. I never said I wasn’t…