[M4M] I’m Looking To Seduce and Worship A Straight Alpha Male

I’m looking for a straight guy to roleplay a fantasy I have;

Your Character-
Name: Up to you, 28-38yo
Orientation: Straight
Height: 6’5
Weight: 210 lbs
Body Type: Muscular
Cock: Thick and Cut BWC, 8 lengthx6.5 girth
Hair Color: Black/Dark Brown
Eye Color: Brown
Shoe Size: 13.5W
Personality: Cocky alpha male type, oozing BDE. You workout everyday and play basketball with your buds on the weekends.

My Character-
Name: Johnny, 23yo
Orientation: Gay
Height: 5’4
Weight: 115 lbs
Body Type: Skinny
Cock: 5x5, Cut
Hair Color: Light Brown/Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Ethnicity: White
Shoe Size: 7.5 M
Personality: A skinny nerdy twink, not too effeminate and can blend in pretty well.

I’d love you to play hard to get, call me names, trash talk, brag, be weirded, creeped out or annoyed with me at first, etc. Maybe you catch me staring at you and decide to tease or taunt me.

Kinks: exhibition/voyeur, stalking, muscle worship, oral, anal, feet, fucking, rough fucking, bullying, name calling, bondage, teasing, dirty talk, size difference (height, body mass), cucking, bareback, cumshot, facial, breeding, creampies, denial, hair pulling, tickling, hotfooting, ch0king, messy throatfuck, findom, cum, milking

As far as scenes go, I’m thinking;
Harassing The Stud At The Bar
*After a long work week and hard workout earlier in the night, all you want to do is hang with your boys, drink a beer, watch the game and check out all the ladies. You’re wearing a snug t shirt, jeans and nice gym shoes. As you sip on a beer, the bartender hands you a drink and nods in my direction. Unknown to you, I’ve been checking you out all night. I wave at you as you make eye contact with me before you raise your drink to say “thanks” and sip the drink. As the night goes on, you and your buds end up chatting with a group of college girls and I see you flirting hard with a petite blonde. You get up to grab her a drink from the bar and I walk over as you order her a lemon drop.
“Hey man what’s up?” I say*

Your Honeymoon
*You and your wife just got married and head to Cabo for your honeymoon. Between going to dinner and shopping the strip you’ve been plowing her pussy and throat til you bust all over her pretty face. The next day, I’m chilling by the pool and see you two head down; your wife in a hot pink bikini that barely contains her huge tits and tight ass while you wear a pair of swim trunks with flip flops. I see the two of you take a couple chaise lounge chairs and sit, relaxing and enjoying the hot sun. You look over at me and give a slight nod before going back to talking with your wife. A couple minutes later you dive into the pool and swim a couple laps. I look over and see your wife’s eyes closed. As you finish swimming and hang out by the edge of the pool, I jump in and swim up to you.
“Hey how’s it going?” I say*

It’s Gonna Cost You
*You’ve finished up a hard workout at the gym and are walking back to your house. You’re wearing a pair of blue jeans, white gym shoes, a light blue tank top and grey hoodie over it. As you cut through a park, you notice a skinny dude checking you out as you walk past. You give him a slight nod and carry on. As you continue walking, you can’t help but feel Ike you’re being followed. You look behind and see the guy behind you. You give him a confused look and continue on. Suddenly it dawns on you; he’s the guy that’s been spying on you at the gym. You walk a little more and feel you’re being followed again. You turn around and yell “The fuck are you looking at?” I say “what?”
(I’d like to follow you until you get pissed. Finally you decide fine, this freak wants a show, it’ll cost him and you slowly strip as I pony up).

Shoe Store
*It’s been an unusually slow day at the boutique shoe store I manage. Since opening that morning, not a single customer has walked through the door, and by lunchtime the silence is starting to get to me. I’ve reorganized a couple displays, straightened boxes that were already straight, checked the register twice, and spent more time looking at the clock than I’d care to admit. By 12:30, I finally decide I’ve waited long enough. Since I’m the only one working, I’m getting ready to lock the door for a few minutes and grab some lunch when I hear the little bell above the entrance chime. I glance toward the door and see you walking in. You’re dressed casually in a fitted Henley T-shirt, jeans, and a clean pair of white gym shoes. You give the store a quick look around before wandering toward the athletic section, apparently in no rush. I quietly abandon my lunch plans and watch for a moment as you stop in front of one of the displays, picking up a sneaker and turning it over in your hands.
After giving you a little time to browse, I step out from behind the counter and make my way across the otherwise empty store. Since you’re my first customer of the entire day, I’m admittedly a little more eager than usual to help.
“Hey, how’s it going?” I ask with a friendly smile as I stop a few feet away from you. “Looking for something particular today, or just checking out what we’ve got?”*

Friend of A Friend
*A new friend invites me to a party at his house and I relevantly agree. As I walk into the house I hear loud music and people scattered through the house drinking. I see a group of dudes sitting in front of the tv watching football. The friend sees me and introduces me to his buds; including you, one of his roommates. You’re wearing a v neck t shirt, jeans and your bare feet are resting on an ottoman. I sit with you guys and listen to the conversations you guys have; sports, working out…girls. Couple hours later I walk around the place as there’s people all over the house. I walk down a hallway and hear grunting and moaning. There’s a door open a crack and I peer in; watching you fucking one of the girls in the party doggystyle; your back to the door so you don’t see me. I watch a little longer, the bed creaking as you pump her good and hard. I walk away and return to the party. A couple days later, I’m driving in my car and see you jogging in the area. I drive up to you.
“Hey, you were at Trey’s party right?”

Gym
It’s my first day at the gym, and I’m already feeling a little out of place as I walk through the front doors. Everything feels louder and busier than I expected—the clank of weights, music playing overhead, treadmills humming in the distance, and groups of regulars moving around like they’ve been coming here forever.
As I’m checking in, I notice a big, muscular guy walking in a few steps ahead of me. He’s carrying a gym bag over one shoulder and looks completely at home, giving a quick nod to the guy at the front desk before heading toward the locker room. Not really knowing where I’m going yet, I end up following behind him.
Inside the locker room, I pick a locker a short distance away and start getting myself situated. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice him changing into a pair of grey sweatpants and a fitted tank top before tossing the rest of his stuff into his locker. A couple guys nearby greet him like they know him well, and within a minute he’s heading out toward the main gym floor. I finish getting ready and follow a few minutes later.
Upstairs, I spot him almost immediately. He’s lifting with a small group of guys near the freeweights, taking turns on different exercises and joking around between sets. They’re loud enough that I catch pieces of their conversation. Apparently, one of the guys is getting married, and they’re all going out later for his bachelor party. There’s plenty of trash talk flying back and forth about who’s going to survive the night, who’s going to embarrass himself first, and what kind of trouble they’re expecting to get into. Eventually, the big guy breaks away from the group and heads over toward a rack of dumbbells. He grabs a pair and starts doing slow, controlled bicep curls while his friends continue talking behind him. I hesitate for a second. I’m new here, I don’t really know anybody, and walking up to one of the biggest guys in the place probably isn’t the easiest way to blend in. Still, I decide to go for it.
I walk over and stop a comfortable distance away, waiting until he finishes his rep before speaking.
“Hey, how’s it going?” I say, trying to sound casual. He lowers the dumbbells and glances over at me, clearly realizing he hasn’t seen me around before.

Bachelor Party
You’re getting married in two weeks, and with the wedding coming up fast, your bachelor party has become the main topic around the office. A mix of coworkers and some of your oldest friends are going, and somehow I’ve ended up on the guest list too. I know a few of the guys pretty well, while others I’ve only met in passing, so I’m not entirely sure what kind of night I’m walking into.It’s late Friday afternoon when I make my way down the hall toward your office. Most people have already started packing up for the weekend, and the office is noticeably quieter than it was an hour ago.Your door is open, but I still give the frame a couple of light knocks before stepping inside.You’re sitting behind your desk, focused on your computer as you finish typing out what looks like one last email before calling it a week. After a long day, you’ve ditched the polished look you had that morning—your tie is loosened at the collar, the top button of your dress shirt is undone, and your sleeves are rolled up to your forearms. Your jacket is hanging over the back of a nearby chair.I linger in the doorway for a second until you notice me.
“Hey man, how’s it going?” I ask, leaning casually against the doorframe. You glance up from the screen and give me a tired but friendly grin, finishing the last few words before hitting enter.*

Parking Lot
You’re sitting in your car in a relatively empty grocery store parking lot, waiting for your wife to finish shopping. You’re relaxed in the driver’s seat with the window open and your feet stretched outside while you scrolls on your phone. I had just circled the lot for a spot and see you parked. I park down a ways, watching you scroll and occasionally scrunch your toes. I see you then doze off. I get out and look around; no one coming or around. I sneak up to your car quietly and kneel. I lightly stroke my index finger along your bare sole*