But We're Bros! Series by Heath Grayson

Two friends hiking alone in the woods – what happens on the trail stays on the trail.I've considered Jett a good bro of mine for the last few years. We met because our girlfriends are friends, and honestly, he was the best guy I knew to be dragged on double dates with. When they invited us to go on a hiking trip with them, it was an easy yes. The four of us were so in sync.I guess I didn't realize that Jett and I were more in sync than the girls were with us... moreTwo friends hiking alone in the woods – what happens on the trail stays on the trail.I've considered Jett a good bro of mine for the last few years. We met because our girlfriends are friends, and honestly, he was the best guy I knew to be dragged on double dates with. When they invited us to go on a hiking trip with them, it was an easy yes. The four of us were so in sync.I guess I didn't realize that Jett and I were more in sync than the girls were with us. After a single pre-dawn hike, the ladies decided they'd rather sleep in, leaving Jett and me to traverse the mountain alone in the early morning darkness. Being alone with him in the wilderness made me nervous but excited. I never even considered my nerves might be from how his golden-brown eyes sparkled in the light or how perfect his ass looked in his hiking pants.My nerves made more sense when we reached the summit, and Jett decided to take an intimate break by himself in the brush. I couldn't believe he would do that with me sitting only a few feet away, but I also couldn't help but watchThinking about hiking alone with him the following day had me feeling even more excited and nervous. I just hope what happens on the trail stays on the trail. less

Longtime friend takes control in his dorm room – RAs always have the authority.I’ve known David my whole life. We went to school together from kindergarten till university, where we’re both currently seniors. He’s this overly optimistic goody-goody, class president, president of the LGBTQI+ Alliance, an RA – the kind of clean-cut guy parents and teachers love. That’s who I thought David was. Until one day, alone in my room, I came across a video of him, naked and enjoying himself... moreLongtime friend takes control in his dorm room – RAs always have the authority.I’ve known David my whole life. We went to school together from kindergarten till university, where we’re both currently seniors. He’s this overly optimistic goody-goody, class president, president of the LGBTQI+ Alliance, an RA – the kind of clean-cut guy parents and teachers love. That’s who I thought David was. Until one day, alone in my room, I came across a video of him, naked and enjoying himself. It was shocking. I never knew my old friend had such a mean streak, or what a cash master was.Seeing David take his clothes off, revealing that tall, smooth, muscular body below his clean-shaven, handsome face, and his signature black, thick-framed glasses, brought some, uh, things up. But how he talked to his followers and ordered them to send him money … had me taking matters into my own hand. Watching David command, demand and degrade had me sweating, and throbbing. I never saw myself as submissive, but David’s total domination, perfect body, and large hanging assets left me a wet sticky mess.The clarity that came after, along with the discomfort with what I’d just done watching my oldest friend, made me want to take David down a peg. He wasn’t this wholesome paragon of the community; he was demanding men send him money online and degrading them while doing it! I’m sure it’s all an act. It must be, right? No one who’s that much of a goody-goody could ever really be like that in real life. I hope my plan to expose him goes well. What’s the worst that can happen? less

Rowdy roommates get up to mischief alone in their apartment – all in good, hard, dripping fun.I’ve lived with Riley since the first year of college. We got on great and were never shy with one another. We were the guys to pants each other at the bar, pretend to hump the friend who passed out on the couch, and never cared who happened to be in the buff. We always liked to mess around, watch some stuff, make ourselves feel good. It was bro stuff. Guy fun... moreRowdy roommates get up to mischief alone in their apartment – all in good, hard, dripping fun.I’ve lived with Riley since the first year of college. We got on great and were never shy with one another. We were the guys to pants each other at the bar, pretend to hump the friend who passed out on the couch, and never cared who happened to be in the buff. We always liked to mess around, watch some stuff, make ourselves feel good. It was bro stuff. Guy fun.Riley and I decided to move into an apartment together after graduation, and keep that vibe going. Living with him has ensured I’m never ever board. My ex-jock build is bigger and beefier than his lithe, six-pack laden swimmer’s body. I’m taller, and thicker than him – all around. But we have fun. Always have.When the pandemic hit we found ourselves working from our cramped two-bedroom apartment. It didn’t take long to revert to our old college habits, and enjoy some spicy entertainment together in the shared living room. What was an occasional distraction turned into a nightly ritual. And when that ritual became more … mutual, it only added to the fun.Now that we’re out more often, going to bars again, and bringing girls home, our mutual ritual hasn’t changed. If I’m honest I look forward to coming home from the office and spending that time with him. He’s still working from the apartment, so the look of excitement on his face when I walk through the door makes me happy to see my bro in ways I didn’t think I would experience. I do have a feeling he wants to take it to another level. I don’t know how I’d feel about that, but with Riley, it’s never not fun. less

Sharing a tent with your bro on a road trip is bound to be a good, hard, fun timeMy frat bros and I decided to delay adulthood by one more month after graduation and take a great American road trip. We all love to camp and don’t mind bargain motels, so it was set to be fun and cheap. I didn’t think Jason’s insatiable nature would be an issue. He’s the kind of guy that needs it all the time and has an ever-growing list of female friends who love to spend the night... moreSharing a tent with your bro on a road trip is bound to be a good, hard, fun timeMy frat bros and I decided to delay adulthood by one more month after graduation and take a great American road trip. We all love to camp and don’t mind bargain motels, so it was set to be fun and cheap. I didn’t think Jason’s insatiable nature would be an issue. He’s the kind of guy that needs it all the time and has an ever-growing list of female friends who love to spend the night. He’s also six feet of solid ex-jock muscle with a hairy chest, incredibly handsome face, and the kind of voice that can melt steel.Early in the trip, we arrived too late at our motel, and they only had one room available. Doug and Mark shared a bed, and I shared one with Jason. It wasn’t a big deal until I woke up to the bed slightly shaking. I was already in the mood from the dream I was having, but knowing what Jason was doing next to me took it to a whole other level. I pictured him next to me alone – and then us together. Even if it did go against my cardinal rule to never be into my friends that way, I couldn’t help but join in. He didn’t seem to mind.Now I’m worried about the rest of the trip. Not only will I be driving clear across the country with Jason and our two other best friends, but we’re supposed to share a tent. The one we got is so small we might as well be cuddling. My private plans for this trip are already difficult. I don’t see how I can manage them while keeping down a different kind of tent every time I sleep next to Jason. I hope it doesn’t make the trip, or myself, harder than it has to be. less

”But then, Buck still was a straight boy, wasn’t he? Ostensibly, at least. And I’d been with more than a few curious straight guys in my past.” – CodyRunning a farm is hard work. Running a farm when I have no idea what I’m doing is even harder. That’s why I plan to sell. After I inherited it, my old friend Buck reached out to offer condolences and help with the farm if needed. My heart stopped when I saw his message as memories of him filled my head... more”But then, Buck still was a straight boy, wasn’t he? Ostensibly, at least. And I’d been with more than a few curious straight guys in my past.” – CodyRunning a farm is hard work. Running a farm when I have no idea what I’m doing is even harder. That’s why I plan to sell. After I inherited it, my old friend Buck reached out to offer condolences and help with the farm if needed. My heart stopped when I saw his message as memories of him filled my head.Buck used to boss me around when we were younger but was never a jerk about it. If anything, I kind of liked it. The last time I saw him was … eye-opening. We had an entire conversation while only his huge farmer’s hand protected his modesty. From what I could tell, there was a lot to protect.The idea of Buck returning to help me rehab the farm and get it back to its profitable glory is alluring. And terrifying. Broad, muscular frame honed by the land, topped with loose curly hair that grows under his ball cap. His gigantic paws could handle anything or anyone easily. I don’t know what I’m going to do yet. I do know that working with Buck again will be more difficult than just learning how to plow. less

“… The way he’d been taking care of me. How he was so strong yet so laid back at the same time. We could have died out here if I had been with anyone else. That we still could wasn’t lost on me, either.” - OllieI love nature. I go camping with some buddies at least once a year. It’s great to drink and eat our faces off out of doors. One of my best bros, Hunter, is more into hiking, whitewater rafting, mountain climbing—all of that... more“… The way he’d been taking care of me. How he was so strong yet so laid back at the same time. We could have died out here if I had been with anyone else. That we still could wasn’t lost on me, either.” - OllieI love nature. I go camping with some buddies at least once a year. It’s great to drink and eat our faces off out of doors. One of my best bros, Hunter, is more into hiking, whitewater rafting, mountain climbing—all of that. He makes it sound like he’s ready to live off the land permanently. I think he just likes to show off. So, when Hunter said all I do is “glamping” in front of our friends, I had to prove him wrong.His “camping” adventures sound much more intense than what I’m used to, but I would never tell him that. I know he thinks of himself as this self-sufficient mountain man. And, yeah, he’s tall, muscular, rough, and rugged, with deep respect and appreciation for nature. His thick body and insane strength have always come naturally to him. But I’m just as tall and built, and I’ve got the manly hairy chest, which should count for something.I shouldn't have agreed when he challenged me to come along on his next hiking trip to Alaska. It was my fault we got lost and everything fell apart. It’s hard for me to accept help from anyone, but I had to. It was harder to accept sharing a sleeping bag for warmth. A few things came up that first night, and I’m afraid more will arise if we continue cuddling in our underwear. At this point, I just want to get out of the woods before we do something stupid.Erotic romance novella set in the woods with hurt/comfort and a HEA. less