Huhu Alweyz Bruhh

huhu alweyz bruhh

Yo mah twin, where we headin tonite? 💛💪🏼

The club to party after our big win today bro

@romangolden68 took an updated pic of me and mah twin @golden-logan10 on da family farm we grew up on, huhu we look so awesome n hawt bruhs, no shirts can contain our hot meathead bods

Huhuhu, mah bro @golden-logan10 turned into some golden briefs before mah very eyes. Of course, as a fellow Golden Bro, I couldn't resist the urge to wear mah bro, Logan! I just effortlessly lifted him up mah big soccer legs and, once he was on mah hipz, I snaped the straps, letting my bro Logan hug mah Golden Goods- and even let him hug mah backside Golden orbs too! Anyways, be4 I lose track of mah thoughts, It was leg day dat day, and I don think Logan realized that he needz to resist mah manly smellz, unless he loses himself to Roman Golden (Dats me!). Anyways, I rubbed my bro logan, feeling mah sweat already begin to soak into him as I head over to da leg workouts. For about an hour, lucky Logan was stuck soaking up mah smellz, mah sweat, and even some gold goo that leaked from mah golden goods! Poor brah felt his brain start to fry! I could only smile, laugh, and rub Logan as I felt him start to lose himself to mah smellz. However, da squat exercise would decide Logan bro's fate! As I walked over to da squat machine, I heard Logan basically surrender himself too me, and dat made mah head rush with joy! Huhuhuhuhu... anyways, I started mah squats, and Logan bro instantly felt weightless and confused. "Who was he? What waz his name? Logan... who's logan?" is what Logan's brain said.

Anyways, I continued mah set! Logan feels mah muzky, smelly jocky bubble rump stretch him out as my Golden Goods on da front leak gold goo into him, and as a result, there was no escape 4 Logan now! His mind went POOF as he feels... natural around mah waist, it feels right he tells himself. Wait... wasn't he always mah briefs? Yeah... yeah... Whoz Logan, he thinks to himself, for he only knows himself as Romanz Musky Workout Briefs! Only 1 more rep to go.... Annnnnd

HUHUHUHUHUHUHU--- BRAHHHHH Dere went Logan bro, for with the final rep, his brain went gooey and dripped onto the floor as he no longer grasp time, space, or even his old self! He only thinks in Roman Briefs now. He also smalls deeply like mah golden goods sweat and mah butt smellz... huhuhu Bye Bye Logan~ And I walked off to go to da lockerroom to take a shower after mah workout, putting mah briefs... that have some random Logan Dude's name on it, on a stand. Who is Logan? The Only Logan I know is da name Logan thats on mah smelly briefs huhuhuhuhuhu

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Revenge is a dish best served Gold

Part 2

Part 1 here

Where tf was he? I'd texted the little fuck like 20 times for him to come meet me downstairs and he hadn't showed. I'd seen him like sprint up the stairs, prob had lotta drink, but he never drinks not even at home so idek why he would be.

I went back inside, waded through the mass of people still partying and dragged myself up the stairs, swear down I never asking him again like, I aint his babysitter. Walking down the dim hallway I saw one door was ajar, all the others closed, something glinted in the room as I pushed open the door.

Fuck in the bedroom there was this golden figure, slightly taller than me, super muscular and completely covered in gold, kinda weird and freaky but idk it was kinda hot in a way, where tf was Ashton tho? I looked in the ensuite bathroom, nobody. On my way out I saw it, Ashton's hoodie that sleeveless black one he loves just on the floor, his jeans were also there as well as his vans, I checked the shoes, same size, picking up the hoodie it smelled of his Hollister body spray.

It was then my eyes moved to the gold figure, like was this some sick joke he was playing? I reached out slowly and touched its chest, it felt kinda warm, like a body, not something inanimate. I them moved my hand down to its central chest when I felt it... A heartbeat. This thing was alive! Whatever tf it was. I recoiled slowly, clutching Ashton's hoodie as if for protection from this thing, backing up slowly I felt for the door handle and slipped out of the room.

I shakily walked back down the hallway, almost looking over my shoulder, hoping to see Ashton jump out with a shitty grin on his face. I left the party didn't say bye to anyone, all I could think about was what I'd seen and wtf had happened to Ashton, as pathetic as the guy was it bothered me he hadn't replied, he usually replies like right away, and his clothes, next to that thing in the room like it had something to do with me not being able to find him.

I stayed up a little while, looking at my phone every few mins while occasionally taking a swig from the beer I got out the fridge. I'd already checked upstairs and he wasn't there, or in the bathroom, fuck this had me worried.

Eventually after two more beers I had to go to bed, like he's an adult but this aint like him at all, swear god if it turns out he's finally grown a pair and got laid imma actually kill the guy.

I barely slept, when I got up I felt like shit, I checked his room again, empty, downstairs was the same. While I was having coffee all I did was stare at the door.

I waited a bit, but eventually I needed a shower after last night, it might chill me out a bit. During my shower I heard noises in the house, quickly I got myself dried and threw on my stuff, when I went downstairs though that was when I saw him.

'Oye brooo how u sleep, sweet party last night huh?' he spoke in a slightly Spanish sounding accent, deep and masculine 'W-who the fuck are you?!' I stuttered slowly pacing away from this stranger in my living room 'Ey bro don't be like that u know who this is' he pulled on his shoes, gold air force one's matching the Gucci tracksuit he wore 'No s-seriously who tf are you!' I yelled 'Brooo where u been its me ur roomie' Wait... 'Ashton?!' I said wide eyed looking at this guy 'Yeaaa my bro but not Ashton anymore bro, had a lil upgrade yea its Diego now' what happened to him last night, there were a million questions I had 'What tf happened to you, I thought you vanished?' he smiled a cheeky smile 'Nah don't worry bout me my bro I just waiting for my ride, gotta get gym for session, if u wanna come u can, gotta get u some gear tho bro' I shook my head 'What about your clothes?' I reached out and pulled his sleeveless hoodie off the table and offered it to him 'That aint me anymore bro, gotta have the drip yano' he gestured at his Gucci tracksuit 'Oh and nice reaction to me last night bro, you looked so loco' my mind began to piece it together as he got up 'Wait... that was you... the golden statue in the bedroom... wtf was that?' he grinned as he slung his bag over his shoulder 'Like I said broo, lil upgrade, I gotta fly my bro I be back for u later' he then left, I scrambled to the window to see him get in a gold Range Rover waiting outside, the windows were dark so I didn't see who was behind the wheel.

This was crazy, like was I dreaming or high or something like how tf did little scrawny lad from Oklahoma somehow become this masculine, ripped, Hispanic dude wearing all gold, just like the guys at the party last night. I then went upstairs to get changed, I had a peek in his room, it was completely different, kinda dark and moody, football stuff everywhere, gym clothes and weights on the floor. I went in his wardrobe cupboard, it was filled with golden clothes, all typical guys drip, opposite of my style tbh, was all brands id never wear, Nike, Adidas, Gucci etc and a lotta gold trainers.

Hung in pride of place though was a gold football kit, boots as well. It was the same as the ones some guys were wearing at the party last night.

Must be Ashton's or "Diego" was almost as if I could hear his voice again, I pulled it off the hanger, feeling the silky material, 'C'mon my bro give it a try' I heard his voice in the back of my mind 'Trust bro u will love it' I started to strip before I knew what I was doing, pulling my t-shirt off kinda like my mind was phasing. I was about to slip it on when I heard Diego's voice again 'Nah my lil bro gotta do it props' my eyes were drawn to a basket with gold shiny Nike boxers sitting on the top, they looked brand new, fuck they looked hot.

I stepped outta my PJ shorts, even took off my socks before sliding on the boxers, they felt amazing, I loved my vintage stuff man, but fuck these felt so nice. I then put on the shirt, wow surprised it fit me, but it was perfect just like the boxers felt like the fabric glided over my skin like wtaf why did this feel so good, sooo not my sorta outfit.

I the heard Diego again 'Seee my lil bro don't that feel good' I nodded and the voice spoke again 'U gotta complete the look thooo my bro' my eyes looked around and landed on a pair of gold Nike tracksuit pants grabbing them I put them on, wanting to feel more of this stuff on my body almost like my skin was glowing, like a warmth across it. 'Now get some kicks on lil bro' I saw the gold Nike TNs waiting for me and slid my feet into them, only ever wore vintage shoes before these were like release, so comfy and looked so good, 'Now lil bro go check urself out' I slowly stepped towards the mirror in the corner.

This felt so wrong, I couldn't stop wearing it tho it felt so good, Diego looked amazing in his stuff this morning, I wanted to be like him, it was then I heard him 'Oye brooo you like it don't u, u wanna be like ur big bro' I looked at myself in the mirror, wearing this outfit, the image back at me began to distort slightly. Same time I felt the warmth on my skin get more intense, I saw my hair start to change, it got shorter and curlier starting to look like the sorta trim footballer lads have, I started to get nervous, my hair was like one of my best features, I don't wanna lose it 'Nahhh lil bro gotta get u looking like u belong in the kit' I heard Diego's voice again.

I saw my face start to de-age, body get slightly smaller and skin become smoother and tanned, starting to look like I was a teenager 'Lil bro you finally looking like u belong with us' the changes continued in the mirror as the final form took shape.

My reflection now looked like a Hispanic teenage football fan, my reflection grinned back at me looking in my eyes, I was frozen in place seeing those brown eyes look back at me, my eyes, I felt my thoughts starting to rewrite, vintage 70s clothes replaced with shiny gold streetwear and sports kit, drinking with mates replaced with training with bros at the gym, music replaced by football, my eyes started to glaze over as my body started to reshape itself, into a perfect version of my reflection, inside I was screaming but it felt so good inside. My new identity was taking shape in my mind I felt the new me Luis being born outta the old Matty, no longer the 25 year old vintage clothes and music obsessed narcissist, now the teenage football fan, not old enough to join the team yet but in training to follow my brother Diego's footsteps 'Yeeee my brother how's it feel' I replied my accent and voice unrecognisable '¡Órale! Bro this is amazing!' I felt my mind start to focus back as I saw my new self all I could do was grin my dumb face off.

Later on there was a honk outside, it was Diego, he yelled up from the street 'Yooo lil homie get down here got somethin to show!'

Coming out the door I saw it, my older bro, on the hood of his new ride 'It came lil bro finally picked it up what you think?'

'Broo this looks sickkk' I went to check it out with wide eyes, proud of my bro 'Now I aint gotta beg for rides off the team oye?'

This was my life now bros, Matty slowly faded to become a distant memory, maybe once in a while I would see a guy wearing 70s clothes and long hair in my thoughts but these were soon gone, replaced my Luis thoughts bout when my bros next game was, I gotta always watch him and the team play, if he can he always tried get me in the events to meet the bros. Captain Richard said me that when am lil older they gonna get me trained up as one of their new players since my bro says am so good already just gotta improve bro then one day imma be golden just like my idol my big bro Diego.

Seriously bro one day imma play for the team, and I can't wait 💛

You wanna be like Diego and Luis, join up an be part of Golden Army bros 💛💛💛

New tfs in works out soon ;)

Bow Down to your Golden Alpha Twin Gods @golden-logan10 and me🏆👑💪🏻

Open House, Open Recruitment

A quick rewrite of a story from my old account. Enjoy!

Adam stood in the doorway of the suburban home, surveying the space with a critical eye. It was the perfect listing for a small family—three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a spacious backyard, and situated in a quiet, tree-lined neighborhood. With the open house scheduled for the afternoon, Adam had just a few hours to ensure everything was in perfect order.

As he moved through the house, checking details and tidying up, he noticed a box tucked away in the closet of the master bedroom. The plain cardboard exterior piqued his curiosity. It seemed out of place in the otherwise well-kept room. Adam hesitated only for a moment before pulling it out and placing it on the bed.

Opening the box, he found its contents unexpected—a single, gleaming golden suit, with a matching dress shirt and tie folded neatly on top, and beneath it, several golden soccer jerseys. The suit was extraordinary. It shimmered under the soft bedroom light, catching his eye with its luxurious sheen. Adam reached out, his fingers brushing the fabric. It felt almost alive, inviting him to touch it further.

He couldn’t resist the pull. He shrugged off his blazer and tie, unbuttoning his shirt with growing excitement. The moment he slipped the golden jacket over his shoulders and pulled the tie up to his throat, he felt a warmth spread through his body, like an electric current buzzing through his veins. He paused for a moment, looking at himself in the mirror. His breath caught in his throat as the transformation began.

His light brown hair deepened slightly, and his skin took on a rich, golden-bronze hue. His features sharpened—his jawline stronger, his beard growing in full and neatly trimmed. His eyes shifted from their usual blue to a striking, vivid amber. The real estate agent from Connecticut was gone, replaced by someone who commanded attention. The suit seemed to fit perfectly, hugging his transformed physique like it had been tailored just for him.

He wasn’t Adam anymore. He was Richard—the captain of the Golden Army. The memories of Adam’s life felt distant, almost irrelevant, as thoughts of leading a powerful, unified team filled his mind. The Golden Army was more than just a soccer team; it was a brotherhood, a way of life that demanded strength, loyalty, and unity.

Richard’s eyes moved from his reflection back to the box. Below the golden suit were several jerseys, identical to the ones worn by his teammates—bright, golden soccer jerseys. These weren’t ordinary uniforms; they represented belonging, purpose. The suit had been meant for him alone, but the jerseys—those were for others. He realized that today wasn’t just about selling a house. He had a greater mission now. And he knew just how to do it.