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How to Start a Bromance - Step 2

aquathlon: Hi Topher. It might be useful (for me, too).

How to Start a Bromance (adapted from http://www.wikihow.com/Start-a-Bromance)

Step 2

    Bond with the bros. Taking the friendship up a notch from acquaintance towards bromance is something that the “typical guy” often struggles with, so here are the basics:
        Spill information that you normally “keep in the vault.” A solid bromance should mean that you will have a trusted ally who you can really be yourself with and talk about things that are typically off limits not only to others, but possibly your significant other.
        Ask for advice. It not only shows your buddy that you respect his opinion, but it also makes him feel more invested in how things turn out.
        Keep it mutual. You don’t want to be blabbering about your life when you know he probably has a secret or two he could share. Ask him how things are going, especially if your friend seems out of character. Don’t prod; a simple “You seem off, dude, is something up?” should do the trick. If he says he’s fine, leave it be.

more steps to come, and remember, these are only suggestions… there are many ways to start a bromance, and many types of bromances… ‘topher ;)

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DEAR BOB - Bromancing the Bone (Soon)

rclancy123: I’ve a serious bromance with my friend! Really want to suck him off and other stuff. We told each other our cock sizes and stuff but I wanna suck his! I’m going to his house soon and will probably sleep in the same bed!

hoping it’s gone well for you. tell us the details, if you like!… ‘topher ;)

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DEAR BOB - Kudos, and Broadway?

*********@aol.com: First: love your site. Where is the Broadway pic from? Thanks, Jerry

thanks for the kudos, and as for the other, i don’t know, so i’m sending it out to the group… tell us, bros!… ‘topher ;)

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Dear BOB - Almost, but…?

A.V. <**********@gmail.com>: Almost, but ….

I went to college in Kentucky. My best bro from high school, whom I was in love with, backed out and ended up in a different school but I convinced him to transfer to where I was. So come the spring semester, he was living in the dorm 2 floors below me. One night I was trying to be good and I was doing laundry and homework when he decided to go party with some other guys we went to high school with off campus. About 9 that night I got a call from, let’s call him Rick, and asked if I could come pick up my bro because he had gotten drunk way to quick. He had hard liquor and beer and he apparently got some special brownie mix. Rick said he was wasted and in the bathroom floor moaning, “Take me to Big Al, he’ll take care of me”. (Yes, I was called Big Al). I told Rick that I couldn’t leave my laundry and asked if he could drop him off.

I met them outside the dorm and my Bro was definitely out of it. We managed to get him to my dorm room and laid him on my bed. He appeared to be passing out so I went out in the lobby with my room mate to watch one of the other guys “light” his farts with a lighter. He was blonde and tan and wearing tighty-whities. Needless to say he succeeded and was soon shedding his undies as they lay on the carpet burning. There he stood naked in front of 30 bros, some dressed, some partially dressed and the rest barely dressed, shaking his dick as he jumped up and down in a panic thinking his junk was on fire too. He actually turned around, bent over and asked everyone to look and make sure he wasn’t burnt. I didn’t mind the smell of burning hair, because you could simply smell the testosterone in the air in a room full of freshmen boys.

In the meantime, my bro had rolled out of bed and crawled to the hallway where I turned and saw him laying and moaning. I went back and drug him back to bed and he continued to wail and moan. I climbed on his chest and lightly smacked his face trying to get him to sober up and wake up if he wasn’t going to pass out. My room mate laughing at me as I sat on his chest lightly slapping him. Since then, I have found that I actually enjoy slapping a boy around to make him mind but that’s another story for another forum. Eventually I realized he wasn’t going to stop and my room mate suggested we strip him and throw him in the shower. I actually got a little scared and excited. I was worried that by doing that, I would become uncontrollable myself and cum directly in my pants and all would find out that I’m queer. I also loved the thought of stripping my best bro from high school whom I had fallen in love with and seeing him naked and wet in the shower. The thoughts of “me” biting the bullet and getting wet and watching my bro and making sure he didn’t drown in a shower was overwhelming.

Things never got that far though. I got his shirt off as he laid there and his shoes and socks and finally his jeans. There is was in nothing but a pair of white Hanes. He shivered a bit and acted like he was cold. So I actually took a blanket and covered him up. He curled up and kind of snuggled himself and became quiet. I knew that had done it … no shower tonight for us.

At bedtime, I ended up telling my room mate that I would just sleep on the floor and let my bro rest and recover. Even though in his state, I know he could have slept up-side-down and the hard flat thinly carpeted floor would be rough. It was worth it for the bro I loved. Then laying there in the dark I started having bad thoughts again. I asked myself if I should reach up under the blanket and check out in the dark what my bro was hiding between his legs. It kept me from going to sleep. I finally decided that it would be wrong and unethical to have done that to him and went to sleep.

Today though, I often go to bed and fantasize about that night and fall asleep thinking that if I could have done it all over again, what would I have done? I think that I would have taken him to the shower first then undressed him? Thus attributing the shivers to being in a cold, tiled bathroom and guaranteeing that I would see him wet and soaked and then having to dry him off with my hands before putting him to bed! Then maybe even laying there and snaking my hand up under the blanket and searching and exploring. Today, I know I would be guilty.

So here’s my question to you [all] … have you ever crossed the line and touched a bro without him knowing it? Someone who was either straight like my high school bro or even a gay or bi one?

what a great subject for all of you to answer… can’t wait to see the resulting confessions!… ‘topher :)