You look so bashful. You know what you want but you're afraid to admit it to yourself. You want cock. You want a thick hard throbbing piece of cock. 

Nobody suspects that you're gay. You like sports, you drink with the guys and comply with so many other dated stereotypes. But you're not straight, you're gay.

I met you at the gym. I caught you staring at my physique as I changed post workout.  It wasn't uncommon to get looks. My stature was pretty imposing at 6'4, my physique was near perfect and my shaven uncut cock was a mammoth 9 inches.  I liked to let it air dry after a workout just to make my presence felt.

When straight guys stare it's from the corner of their eyes. They look away and avert their eyes. They look at their locker, their shoes, the benches and draw furtive side glances. They look with intimidation, jealousy and disbelief. They wanted to believe such men weren't real.

Your stare however is pretty different.  You don't want to be me, you want to be with me. I watch for reflections as you check me out time and again. When no one is looking you look long, not just at my manhood but my entire body. You look as you sit on your bench, or slowly get ready. Most guys rush to get ready when I'm hanging dry. You look like you've got something to say. 

Say it. You're gay. You didn't think you were, you've been with girls, but you're gay. You're gay for my cock. Just say it.

It's not even like there is a stigma anymore. Your parents are proud liberals. They'd proudly support their gay son. They'd go to rallies, put rainbow stickers on their car and tell you how proud they are of you.

So come on. There's no one else in here, my body looks amazing and I get so horny after the gym.  Just man up, make your mom proud and submit to your first ever cock.