Oh, let's not pretend anymore, shall we? It's blatantly obvious where your interests lie, and it certainly isn't with the soft, unappealing curves of a woman. No, you've made it clear that the only form that excites you is the hard, muscular contours of a man. You're gay, and that's not just okay; it's painfully, deliciously obvious to anyone paying attention. Women's bodies repulse you, don't they? Those breasts and gentle curves do nothing for your libido. Instead, it's men's strong, tight asses and the powerful grip of their hands that send shivers down your spine and rushing to your coc...

Oh, let's not pretend anymore, shall we? It's blatantly obvious where your interests lie, and it certainly isn't with the soft, unappealing curves of a woman. No, you've made it clear that the only form that excites you is the hard, muscular contours of a man. You're gay, and that's not just okay; it's painfully, deliciously obvious to anyone paying attention. Women's bodies repulse you, don't they? Those breasts and gentle curves do nothing for your libido. Instead, it's men's strong, tight asses and the powerful grip of their hands that send shivers down your spine and rushing to your cock. And let's face the truth that's been gnawing at your facade of straightness—you find the idea of a hard penis in your mouth infinitely more arousing than the thought of your own cock fumbling around inside a woman's vagina. Every time you've tried to play it straight, your fantasies betrayed you, whispering truths you're only now brave enough to admit. You’re designed for men, to serve them, to pleasure them, and to kneel before them, mouth eagerly open, forever hungry for what only they can give you. Embrace it, because this is who you are, and fighting it is just a sad, pathetic denial of the glorious, cock-loving reality you were meant to enjoy.