Author: goodimpressionofmyself

novicetist:

Himbros really love the color pink.

It’s not just cause of this nice spiral either. They love it because of how bright it is. It draws people’s attention wherever it is. It attracts people’s eyes, makes them instinctively draw towards it. That’s why himbros like yourself love wearing the color pink. It draws people’s eyes to them; and dim, silly bros like you love to be at the center of attention. You love to be ogled and looked at for all your big, muscles and cute, dumb faces. It makes you feel so good to be stared at, gawked at. The bright color just calls more attention to yourself, and you already know you love that. The color also tells others how much of a huge slut you are. It calls attention to how hot you are, and we know that it’s only a matter of time before you’re bent over, giggling, ready to get fucked. Lastly, it calls attention to how dumb you are himbro. That bright, beautiful color just tells the world how dim and blank you are all the time. Honestly, it’s kind of hot, isn’t it? To be so blank and empty all the time, just begin looked at and felt up by anyone who wants it. 

So I’m sure if you don’t have something pink already, you really want to buy something now. A tank top, a jockstrap, hell, anything to show off how much of a himbro you really are. And when you got something pink to put on, why don’t you reblog this and tell everyone how much you love the color pink himbros. 

Cause after all, himbros really love the color pink

haha, this inspired me not to throw out my pink strap

mutabear:

2bairzthemanwife:

The tattoos really completed Brad’s jock transformation. After I finish inking his skin, his body put on thirty pounds of muscle. I buzzed his hair really short, whispering in his ear the whole time about how amazing it was to be a dumb horny jock. His dick got harder and grew larger and larger, and soon it was the perfect sized tool for a dumb jock like him. I started to slowly stroke it, telling him to let his smarts get all gooey and melt in his brain, and to let them gather up in his nuts. His balls grew fatter and fatter, and soon he had a care-free expression on his face. I started pumping his shaft harder, telling him to cum away everything that he had melted down. Soon he was coating his chest with his load, letting a big dumb laugh out of his mouth. I helped him get into his car, but told him he should just let his dick stay hard and hang out. After all, a jock boy is proud of his tool and takes every opportunity to show it off.

imagine how it feels, bros. the static cling of his closeness to your body. the soft certainty of his palms against the hardness of your muscles. the warmth of his breath wafting down the hairs of your neck as he whispers his commands into your ear. all the while, the vibratory, electric sensation of his control deepening, his hands running down your cock as you collapse into a vegetation of thought paradoxically liberating you to instinct, action and animism. your mind’s eye dilates and the woods around you fish-eye as the feeling of airiness, the ether numb, seeps into your skull. you’ve changed. nothing can stop you now. nothing but him.