[Premble]
I enjoy writing, think I’m half decent, and want to get better. A big part of this is probably just: write more stuff! So I started thinking, how can I write a lot more than I currently do? I realized that I experience mental resistance of some form to writing. Probably most of this is that working on a finished piece is daunting / intimidating / a lot of effort, I might be burned out on specific drafts, etc…
But what If I… just write? No constraints. That feels easy and approachable.
So I made a pact with myself. I’m going to do 5 sessions where I just write whatever my heart desires for a short amount of time. Say, 30 minutes. There’s no goal. The final result doesn’t even have to be publishable, or fit into a story, or good.
How I’m personally doing it
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Okay so let’s get started. Aug 6.
In today’s snippet, I was inspired by reading some old anonymous greentexts where the person says “I’m not gay, but…” then proceeds to describe something extremely gay. Let’s run with that concept!
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Okay, first off—lemme just say it again, bro, I’m not gay. Like, seriously. I like girls. Big time. I mean, you’ve seen me at parties. I’m always with the hottest chicks, always.
But like… alright. So. You know Mark, right? My boy since freshman year? Yeah. So… sometimes I’ll, y’know… suck him off.
And I know what you’re thinking—‘Ryan, dude, that’s gay.’ And I’m like… nah, man. It’s just… being a good bro.
Hear me out.
First off let’s talk about the physical act. Like imagine kissing your bro - you might think that’s pretty gay, right? But like, if your bro was drowning would you give him mouth to mouth? Well yeah, duh! I don’t want my bro to die! And that’s so for real not gay. So just having my mouth on him is totally fine.
Yeah sure, I guess if you cuddle him afterwards and call him ‘babe’ and sleep in the same bed that’s pretty fruity. But like, I’d def tuck him in and kiss him on the forehead at night if he asked me to. It’s just like, all in the head right? If you don’t think it’s gay then it’s not gay man.
Anyway, so the first time was after that Kappa mixer. We’re both absolutely hammered. We get back to the room, Mark’s all flopped on his bed, mumbling about how the girl he was dancing with went home with some other guy. And yeah, I caught a glimpse - certified baddie.
So anyway he’s sitting there in his jeans like it’s the end of the world, mad drunk and blue-balled as fuck. Not gonna lie, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass if he’s like this the rest of the night.
So I’m like, ‘Bro, I got you.’
So I just… drop down, pop his belt, pull him out. And man—he’s already hard. His dick jumps out to meet me, angry and flushed. I barely hear him say “Ry- what the fuck-” before I tentatively take him into my mouth. “Shh, bro. I said I got you,” I mumble around his shaft as I begin to bob.
It’s kinda awkward at first. Bro is clearly nervous. And not gonna lie, I’m a bit nervous too. C’mon man, I think at him. Don’t make this gayer than it has to be. I close my eyes so I can focus on sucking his dick. Gradually I settle into a rhythm.
And—holy shit, dude—it’s actually kinda awesome? Like, I didn’t expect to like it. But there’s something about the weight of it in your mouth that’s really fun. It’s like scoring the game-winning goal, y’know? Adrenaline rush. I kind of get into it, trying a buncha stuff my exes did for me. Tongue the head; stroke the sack; grip and squeeze the base…
I look up to see how I’m doing. Mark’s not even looking; he’s got his head tipped back, hands fisted into balls on the sheets, looking down at me like I just saved his life. Kept saying ‘Fuck, Ry… fuck.’ That made me so hyped to keep going.
When he finally emptied his balls in me I swallowed every drop, slapped him on the thigh like ‘all good, bro,’ and went to bed grinning like an idiot. Zero awkwardness.
That’s when I realized—it’s not gay. It’s like… team spirit.
And here’s the other thing they don’t tell ya: sucking dick is fun. No, seriously. You control the pace, the rhythm, the pressure. It’s like driving stick—way more interactive than just jerking him off. I’m in the driver’s seat, but also, like, I’m making my boy’s night in a way no girl on Tinder ever could.
And then there was this other time—midterms week. We’re both stressing. We’ve been in the library for like ten hours straight. We get back to the house, I can tell he’s fried. So I just tell him to sit down. Pull his sweats off, no questions asked. I’m halfway down his dick before he even blinks.
This time I take it slow. Like… savor it. Feeling him throb, licking underneath, working the tip until his legs start shaking. He grabs the back of my head—dude never does that, so I know he’s gone—and I just keep sucking until he’s biting his fist. When he finally came, I didn’t even let go right away. Just… held him there, feeling him pulse against my tongue.
After, he just kind of laughed—like, all the stress drained out of him—and he’s like, ‘You’re fuckin’ insane, Ry.’
I’m telling you, man—it’s not gay. It’s just… I like making my best bro feel good. And I’m really fucking good at it.
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Total time spent: 30 min. It’s got a bunch of imperfections but I like what I wrote in the end
might be a fun scene or character at some point.
Free-writing like this seems like a fun way to do scenes generally! I like getting into a character’s headspace and figuring out how they’d say things. It’s like roleplaying or doing improv.
I enjoy writing, think I’m half decent, and want to get better. A big part of this is probably just: write more stuff! So I started thinking, how can I write a lot more than I currently do? I realized that I experience mental resistance of some form to writing. Probably most of this is that working on a finished piece is daunting / intimidating / a lot of effort, I might be burned out on specific drafts, etc…
But what If I… just write? No constraints. That feels easy and approachable.
So I made a pact with myself. I’m going to do 5 sessions where I just write whatever my heart desires for a short amount of time. Say, 30 minutes. There’s no goal. The final result doesn’t even have to be publishable, or fit into a story, or good.
How I’m personally doing it
- Think of an idea / hook I want to explore more
- Spend 30 minute writing whatever I want
- At the end, reflect on both what I wrote, and how the writing process was
- A character you’d like to explore more
- A story premise you’d like to build out just a bit
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Okay so let’s get started. Aug 6.
In today’s snippet, I was inspired by reading some old anonymous greentexts where the person says “I’m not gay, but…” then proceeds to describe something extremely gay. Let’s run with that concept!
---
Okay, first off—lemme just say it again, bro, I’m not gay. Like, seriously. I like girls. Big time. I mean, you’ve seen me at parties. I’m always with the hottest chicks, always.
But like… alright. So. You know Mark, right? My boy since freshman year? Yeah. So… sometimes I’ll, y’know… suck him off.
And I know what you’re thinking—‘Ryan, dude, that’s gay.’ And I’m like… nah, man. It’s just… being a good bro.
Hear me out.
First off let’s talk about the physical act. Like imagine kissing your bro - you might think that’s pretty gay, right? But like, if your bro was drowning would you give him mouth to mouth? Well yeah, duh! I don’t want my bro to die! And that’s so for real not gay. So just having my mouth on him is totally fine.
Yeah sure, I guess if you cuddle him afterwards and call him ‘babe’ and sleep in the same bed that’s pretty fruity. But like, I’d def tuck him in and kiss him on the forehead at night if he asked me to. It’s just like, all in the head right? If you don’t think it’s gay then it’s not gay man.
Anyway, so the first time was after that Kappa mixer. We’re both absolutely hammered. We get back to the room, Mark’s all flopped on his bed, mumbling about how the girl he was dancing with went home with some other guy. And yeah, I caught a glimpse - certified baddie.
So anyway he’s sitting there in his jeans like it’s the end of the world, mad drunk and blue-balled as fuck. Not gonna lie, it’s gonna be a pain in the ass if he’s like this the rest of the night.
So I’m like, ‘Bro, I got you.’
So I just… drop down, pop his belt, pull him out. And man—he’s already hard. His dick jumps out to meet me, angry and flushed. I barely hear him say “Ry- what the fuck-” before I tentatively take him into my mouth. “Shh, bro. I said I got you,” I mumble around his shaft as I begin to bob.
It’s kinda awkward at first. Bro is clearly nervous. And not gonna lie, I’m a bit nervous too. C’mon man, I think at him. Don’t make this gayer than it has to be. I close my eyes so I can focus on sucking his dick. Gradually I settle into a rhythm.
And—holy shit, dude—it’s actually kinda awesome? Like, I didn’t expect to like it. But there’s something about the weight of it in your mouth that’s really fun. It’s like scoring the game-winning goal, y’know? Adrenaline rush. I kind of get into it, trying a buncha stuff my exes did for me. Tongue the head; stroke the sack; grip and squeeze the base…
I look up to see how I’m doing. Mark’s not even looking; he’s got his head tipped back, hands fisted into balls on the sheets, looking down at me like I just saved his life. Kept saying ‘Fuck, Ry… fuck.’ That made me so hyped to keep going.
When he finally emptied his balls in me I swallowed every drop, slapped him on the thigh like ‘all good, bro,’ and went to bed grinning like an idiot. Zero awkwardness.
That’s when I realized—it’s not gay. It’s like… team spirit.
And here’s the other thing they don’t tell ya: sucking dick is fun. No, seriously. You control the pace, the rhythm, the pressure. It’s like driving stick—way more interactive than just jerking him off. I’m in the driver’s seat, but also, like, I’m making my boy’s night in a way no girl on Tinder ever could.
And then there was this other time—midterms week. We’re both stressing. We’ve been in the library for like ten hours straight. We get back to the house, I can tell he’s fried. So I just tell him to sit down. Pull his sweats off, no questions asked. I’m halfway down his dick before he even blinks.
This time I take it slow. Like… savor it. Feeling him throb, licking underneath, working the tip until his legs start shaking. He grabs the back of my head—dude never does that, so I know he’s gone—and I just keep sucking until he’s biting his fist. When he finally came, I didn’t even let go right away. Just… held him there, feeling him pulse against my tongue.
After, he just kind of laughed—like, all the stress drained out of him—and he’s like, ‘You’re fuckin’ insane, Ry.’
I’m telling you, man—it’s not gay. It’s just… I like making my best bro feel good. And I’m really fucking good at it.
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Total time spent: 30 min. It’s got a bunch of imperfections but I like what I wrote in the end
might be a fun scene or character at some point.Free-writing like this seems like a fun way to do scenes generally! I like getting into a character’s headspace and figuring out how they’d say things. It’s like roleplaying or doing improv.
