You sit there trying to look like a normal straight guy, jaw tight, legs spread like you’re proving something, but your eyes give everything away, you re just a bi curious fag. You’re here because you want permission to let the secret out — the one you bury under your straight life - loud opinions, and “bro” energy. You want cock. You’ve wanted it for longer than you’ll ever admit out loud. So for the next ten minutes, I let you drop the act. No tough guy persona. No faking. Just being a faggot for stroking for cock like the needy bi bitch you really are. I talk to you like the version of yourself you hide — the one that gets hard imagining sucking cock, taking cock, worshipping cock. I hold my futa strap in my hand, there s a big juicy cock on the screen, and you stroke while staring at it like it’s the thing you’ve been denying your whole life. Stroke to the idea of being used, bent over, pushed open. Stroke because deep down you re not straight — you re a cock-hungry faggot who need
