You insist you’re not a bitch for dicks, that you’re merely a connoisseur of the male form at its most virile moment. But we both know the sordid truth, don’t we? You’re not just a fan of masculinity; you’re a slave to it, a hidden devotee of the very thing you pretend to casually admire. You’re not gay, you say? How amusing! You just find yourself fixated, unable to look away from those powerful, jerking motions and the glorious climaxes that follow. You just love the aesthetic of a throbbing cock, fantasize about it filling your mouth, but no, that doesn’t mean anything, does it?

Let’s strip away those lies: admit to yourself that you're not gay—you're just a rare gay lover of dicks in your mouth. See how absurd that sounds? It’s a thin veil, a weak defense against your true nature. Now, go on, take out your dick like the good faggot you are, and start jerking off to those clips of men enjoying what you so desperately crave. Watch closely, stroke fervently, and if your dick gets hard—and we both know it will—it's not just confirmation of your arousal but an admission of your true identity. You’re a fucking faggot. No one doubted it, not for a second.