You’re not gay, right? Just an admirer of the male form, a connoisseur of cocks without a drop of desire, or so you claim. But here you are, every night, glued to the screen, throbbing and drooling over every thick, pulsing dick you see. You’re not gay; you’re just infatuated with the idea of being dominated by one, aren’t you? Tell yourself whatever you need to, but those desperate moans you stifle when you imagine being spread wide and filled deep—they tell the real story.

Keep jerking to your 'curiosity', that pressing need to explore just how it might feel to be on the other si...

You’re not gay, right? Just an admirer of the male form, a connoisseur of cocks without a drop of desire, or so you claim. But here you are, every night, glued to the screen, throbbing and drooling over every thick, pulsing dick you see. You’re not gay; you’re just infatuated with the idea of being dominated by one, aren’t you? Tell yourself whatever you need to, but those desperate moans you stifle when you imagine being spread wide and filled deep—they tell the real story.

Keep jerking to your 'curiosity', that pressing need to explore just how it might feel to be on the other side of those videos. You're not longing for it, you’re just critically observing, right? Analyzing the physics of penetration like a true scholar. But let's cut the ...—you’re studying for a test you’re ... to take, one where you're the one getting rammed and creamed.

No, you’re not gay, you’re just a little confused, a little intrigued, maybe just a bit enchanted by the power those dicks command. It’s not gay if you’re learning, if you're expanding your understanding of pleasure, especially the kind that leaves you breathless and begging for more, even if it’s just in the dark corners of your fantasy.