The straight boy, always curious but never acting on it, finds himself alone with me, a stranger who seems to know his secret desires. I move closer, our eyes locked, my hand reaching out to grasp his, guiding it to my crotch. He gasps, feeling my hardness through my jeans. I lean in, whispering in his ear, "It's okay to want this. It's okay to be turned on by a man." He swallows hard, his heart pounding, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he tentatively reaches out, touching me, exploring the unfamiliar territory, his breath coming in short gasps as he realizes he's not as straight as he thought.