The internet is such a weird place with all the different hashtags on a variety of subjects. The newest one that crossed Jay’s path was #Stupid. Jay could go with it if it was talking about things being stupid, maybe even ideas, but this was guys posting pictures of themselves and tagging it as stupid. To Jay it read like they were proud to be stupid. Who the hell would be proud to be stupid?

Like most things involving the internet, Jay tried brushing it off as people trolling and then went along with his day. For the most part, it was normal. Normal work, nothing really happened. Normal conversations, normal bullshitting about the weather and whatnot. He even had a normal time on the internet during his lunch break and while procrastinating.

Nothing felt out of place until he got home and was scrolling twitter again, confused at why that hashtag was still trending, but trying to focus on what his friends and family were up to. Somewhere below the first page, Jay noticed his very intelligent but introverted friend Wyatt had posted a photo of himself, shirtless and sporting that ludicrous hashtag. Jay couldn’t believe it, this wasn’t like Wyatt at all. Jay couldn’t even think of a time where’d he’d seen Wyatt without a shirt on, going back 10 years.

Jay was concerned. He clicked on Wyatt’s profile, and found another picture, one someone else had posted of him being normal, but they had tagged it as stupid. He switched apps, opening up his messaging app to text Wyatt and see what had happened.

“Yo, everything ok over there?”

“Yea brah, everything’s awesome!”

‘brah’? That wasn’t like Wyatt. He hated when people used bro talk around him. And more to the point, he’s saying things are awesome as he just posted another pic of himself with it tagged as stupid, clearly something was wrong.

“You sure? I saw that pic you posted to twitter, didn’t feel like something you’d normally do.” Maybe this was a dare or something. Bet gone wrong. anything, There had to be a logical reason for this.

“Huh huh, yea brah. Everything’s great brah. #Stupid”

Jay needed a change of tactics. Asking Wyatt straight on wasn’t going to cut it. “Wanna come hang out?”

“Fuck yea brah! Come over in a bit, after I finish at the gym.”

Gym? Jay couldn’t think of a time where Wyatt ever went into a gym outside of high school, and even then it was by force.

Two hours and several more pictures of Wyatt later, Jay was standing on the doorstep of Wyatt’s apartment. The loud rock music could be heard from down the hall but no one seemed to be bothered by it, except Jay. ‘What the hell has gotten into him?’ Jay knocked on the door. ‘He wasn’t like this on Saturday.’

Wyatt opened the door topless, large pecs hanging out for everyone to see above his washboard abs. “Hey brah, I’m glad you wanted to come by!” a mischievous smile appeared that conflicted with his vacant looking eyes. “Come on in brah, my bud Hunter is already here.”

Hunter? Jay had never met a Hunter before. Jay walked inside to start investigating when he saw an even bigger and dumber looking man, most likely Hunter, relaxing on the couch. Where Wyatt wore jeans, Hunter wore short running shorts. Aside from his ass and cock, there wasn’t a muscle on Hunter that wasn’t beefed up and visible.

“Whatup brah. Huh huh.”

Jay stood there frozen and intimidated. This brute would definitely cause a problem.

Hunter’s deep drawl continued. “I hear you wanna know about #Stupid, brah? Sit down and I‘ll, uh, tell you about it.”

Wanting to get an answer, Jay anxiously sat down. The palms of his hands had started to sweat and his body wanted to get the hell out of there. Jay took a deep breath to calm his nerves before asking, “Are you the one who did this to Wyatt?”

“Fuck yea I was, brah!”

Jay was amazed at how honest and up front Hunter was. He wasn’t trying to hide anything, no sense of regret or wrong doing. Jay almost felt like Hunter was honestly too stupid to lie convincingly. “Why?” Jay asked, trying to keep his questions simple enough for Hunter to understand.

“Cuz it’s fucking, duh, awesome, brah!” Wyatt jumped in.

“What do you mean it’s awesome Wyatt? Look at what he’s done to you! Sure your body is full of muscle, but what about that masters in physics you were working on. You sound dumber than a hammer!”

“Really brah? You mean it! Fuck yea, #Stupid!”

Jay was lost for words. Wyatt seriously, genuinely thought being called stupid was a compliment. Wyatt thought he was being praised for being stupid. The whole thing almost made Jay’s head hurt. “Ok Hunter, how did you do this to him?”

Hunter looked up from his beer, having lost focus. “huh? Duh, what did you ask again bro?”

Jay’s head was pounding with anger. “How did you do this!?” He was furious at this point.

“Oh, yea, duh, Wy-man, show him how I did it, brah.”

Wyatt pulled his phone out of his jeans and snapped a pic of Jay before he started typing away and hitting send. Jay’s pocket buzzed as he saw that he had a new Twitter notification. He saw the picture that Wyatt had just taken with the caption “My good bruh Jay came by. Isn’t he just #Stupid.”

Jay looked up from his phone, ready to scream when his head felt weird. Like warm cotton came through his ears and occupied part of his brain. His muscles started swelling, not much but more than he’d ever had before. Jay unknowingly let out a moan deeper than his normal followed by a dumb chuckle “Woah. What was that?”

“That,” started Hunter, “was #Stupid.”

“#Stupid.” Jay realized that was the first time he’d said it out loud, but just saying it made his head relax a bit. “Yea, #Stupid”

Wyatt jumped up from where he was sitting next to Hunter. “looking stupid brah, join me for a pic.” He moved closer to Jay, pulling him off the recliner. Wyatt got so close to Jay that his bulging muscles pressed into Jay. “Flex for the pic, brah.”

Jay’s brain was still cloudy and processing what all was going on. The connection that this might be a problem hadn’t hit yet. Without realizing it, Jay lifted his right arm to flex as hard as he could. Wyatt snapped the pic and quickly posted it to twitter with the caption “Just two #Stupid bros doing #Stupid bro things!”

Jay’s phone buzzed again and he pulled it out to see the notification. Upon reading the caption, Jay could feel the cotton sink deeper into his mind and his muscles grow a little more. Seeing the hashtag sent a small spark of pleasure through the cotton filled portions of his mind.

Without being prompted, Jay ripped off his shirt, quite literally, and opened the camera on his phone. He snapped a picture of him and Wyatt, shirtless letting their muscles fill the picture. His cotton filled brain couldn’t thinking of anything to add to it, so he just put the hashtag and posted it.

“Duh, easy there brah, don’t want to get too #Stupid too fast brah.” Hunter spoke up. As dumb as Hunter was, he knew that posting to many to fast this early could cause major problems.

Jay didn’t listen to him. Feeling his muscles pump up, his mind slow down, and that little rush of posting a pic was overpowering him so much that he snapped another pic, this time flexing with a dumb expression on his face. Before the phone could be taken away, the picture was posted with the hashtag and Jay’s body and mind were changing further, faster.

“Whoa brah. Feeling so #Stupid.” Jay felt amazing, better than he had ever felt before. His mind felt completely at ease. No more paranoia to double check every word he said or action taken.

“Whatup brah?” Wy asked jokingly.

“Duh, #Stupid brah. Huh huh.” Jay’s dumb mind realized that something was wrong. What was wrong he couldn’t say. Without any filter, the look of concern crossed his face as he looked at his bros Hunter and Wyatt.

“Too late brah.” Hunter said to Wyatt. “he’s too, duh, #Stupid now.”

The look of confusion on Jay’s face began to subside as his blood gave up the futile effort of fueling the brain and focused on something more important, Jay’s cock. It was clear to Hunter what was happening, and he was ready to act. “Hey Wy, give me a hand bro.” Hunter wrapped his hand around Jay’s aching cock.

Wyatt looked on confused, “Brah, duh, that’s pretty fucking gay.”

“Aint nothing gay about it, just bros being bros brah.” Hunter pulled Jay’s shorts down, revealing his large ass and solid 8 inch cock. “I’ll take care of the back if you, duh, do the front brah.” Hunter was already licking his lips.

What was left of Jay’s mind couldn’t comprehend anything outside of pleasure. Hunter was eating his ass out and Wyatt had just managed to get balls deep on his cock.

The total euphoria was temporarily halted as Hunter moved away from Jay’s ass just long enough to line up his cock. With a single push, Hunter’s thick 7 inches were buried deep in Jay’s ass.

“Brah, time to turn around, duh, Jay will take care of you brah!”

Wyatt snapped out of his daze for a second realizing he didn’t mind sucking Jay’s cock, they were bros after all. He quickly turned around and began pressing Jay’s large cock into his virgin ass, stretching it open. Jay and Wyatt moaned in unison as deeper waves of pleasure enveloped their #Stupid brains.

Without being told, Jay moved his hips back, feeling his cock go deeper into Wyatt and Hunter’s graze over his g-spot once again. The pleasure was in control and Jay started moving faster, simultaneously fucking his ass and fucking Wyatt’s. The pleasure was almost complete, just one thing missing. Jay moved the phone he’d never put down up to take a selfie with his bros, and immediately published it with #Stupid.