If it's game on, then and only then, am I going to look you in eyes. For clues. Are you looking into my eyes? That probably means your on the prowl for a fucking or maybe even looking for love. Good luck with looking for love, but maybe I'll make you think you'll find love: big love packed tightly away, commando-style, in my pants. I might tell you how awesome I think you are, and how with someone like you I usually want to get to know you first, but you're so hot, I just have to have you now. Today. I may tell you I feel such a connection to you that I can't help myself. (Even if the only connection I will ever feel for you is my rod, balls deep in your well worn ass.)
If you're not looking at my eyes, are you looking at my crotch? So you're easy. You just want to fuck. That's hot, but I never make it that easy. If you're a real slut, then you bet your ass that I'm going to get into your head and really make sure you know that a slut is all you are. I'll start by telling you that for me it's not sex if I have to wear a condom. I'll convince you to at least let me throw a few strokes bareback in your hole, and tell you "then I'll put a condom on." Even though we both know you'll never make me do that once my fat cock is making you googly-eyed. I'll work you so hard and make you do such deplorable things that you might actually cry when I'm finished. And then, sorry for you, your crying will make me hard again and we'll just have to push your limits even more.
If you're not looking into my eyes, and you're not looking at my crotch, then what? Are you looking over to see if your boyfriend is watching you? Ah, joy! One of my favorite sports. Let's see... Should I convince you to meet me in the family bathroom in the corner of the store and fuck you there, right now? Do I strike up a conversation, wait for your husband to walk over, and then charm him into letting me fuck you while he films the whole thing on my phone? Oh, wait, I've got it! I quickly scribble my phone number on a piece of paper and press it into your palm. When you text later, I tell you that I never do this, but you're hot and I couldn't help myself. Then I send you a full frontal naked picture of me. We'll sext for a month, and I'll make you want me so bad that you'll slip out one night, come over, and let me share your ass with two strangers I met online that afternoon.
But if you're not looking into my eyes, or at my crotch, or at your boyfriend, are you looking at the ground? Instant hard-on for me. Shy, low self-esteem, and usually a real challenge. With you, I'll be sure to go slow and be sure to work up to something really special. Whatever it is, It will probably hurt your feelings, and probably make you continue to call me for months and beg me to see you, and in the end, you'll be groveling and doing degrading things for me just because you hate yourself so much (damn that makes me hard). That kind of cycle can really be destructive. And it really makes my nuts churn.
Ok, if you haven't figured it out, power is what makes the world go around, and I'm not going to be left without. And that, my friends, is the lesson to you fellow studs. It really is a game, and you need to be prepared to win. Don't let those pathetic fagboy bottoms get away with anything. They need to earn it. It's our world, and they need to play by our rules.
I hope you enjoyed getting to know me. I'll be back in touch with more tips.
