If you worked out your body half as much as you worked out that freaky little mind of yours, you'd be ripped. Instead you're battling a constant hard on in the gym. Battling your gay thoughts and fantasies. you want to be used. you want to be the locker room slut. Bent over and fucked by the sweatiest muscle men in that place. That's the only reason you go to the gym anymore, you need to feed that slutty brain of yours with images of hard bodies, sweaty scents and groans. Well, maybe it's time you turn your slutty gay thoughts into reality?
