Being gay, there's really only one option that makes sense to you: the door with the all-male silhouettes. You stride through it, and find yourself in a sumptuously-decorated, dimly-lit room. You can't see the ceiling, but you can tell that it's fairly high up. Columns line the walls and a second row of columns surrounds the middle of the room, which features a pool next to some sort of platform or stage. There are a number of men lounging about, each one of them lithe and athletic, and totally nude. They look up with interest as you walk in, smiles lighting up their faces. One by one they stand, ten or twelve of them, their healthy dicks rising to attention as they take in your tall, muscular physique, and the hefty bulge in your briefs.
You walk toward them, and they all congregate by the platform. "We've been waiting for you to come pose for us," one of them says, as the others smile and nod in agreement. There's something a bit odd about their mannerisms, but you can't deny that you would love to pose up on that stage. As you walk toward it, three large mirrors descend from the ceiling, forming a backdrop behind and to the sides of the platform. You walk past the men and climb the steps onto the stage. From somewhere above a spotlight comes to life, the circle of illumination slowly brightening around you.
Standing in the middle of the stage, you can see your reflection in the mirrors around you. They show off your massive body, every muscle big, hard, bulging. The spotlight just enhances the effect, the contrast between bright light and dark shadow making you look bigger than ever. You begin to flex, admiring your reflection, moving easily from one pose to another, trying them all out. You're not sure how you know which ones to do, but they just seem to come naturally. In the mirrors you see the men climbing up onto the stage behind you, walking up to you. You turn to them and flex your big arms, and they flow toward you, running their hands up and down your body, feeling up your huge biceps, kissing and caressing your pumped muscles. They murmur appreciatively as they explore your huge body, whispering compliments related to your size and strength and manliness, while you go from one pose to the next, offering them different parts of your body to admire.
The sensation of having your muscles worshiped is incredible, like nothing you've ever experienced before. You barely even notice when one of them begins to pull down your briefs, revealing your achingly hard erection, your heavy balls, your round, muscled glutes. Your dick is huge, sized to match your new body: long, thick, and hard. Your admirers continue to compliment you, but the words begin to change, making more and more references to your cock, your ass, your balls. And as they talk about those areas, their hands, lips, and tongues begin to wander there as well. It's not long before the one who spoke to you earlier is deep-throating your big dick, while another sucks on one of your big balls. You have two of the men behind you, each one kissing and nipping at your mighty ass, one man per glute.
The pleasure you experience is incredible. You have four men working on your most sensitive areas, but there are still more admirers working on other parts of your physique. Some are caressing your huge legs, others kissing your mighty arms. Still more work over your huge pecs, massaging the slabs of muscle while suckling on your nips. Although your stamina is incredible, even you can't hold out forever. Eventually you cum, sending a huge volley of batter down the throat of the man who bravely swallowed your whole tool.