A handsome man answers

Speeding across town, slowing down enough that you don’t get pulled over, you soon arrive at Richard’s house. He’s in a nice neighborhood. The houses aren’t McMansions, but they’re well kept and decent size. The address you were given leads to a well manicured home with ambient garden lighting rounding it. You can see through the windows as you arrive that there a low lights on inside. However, the blinds are pulled and you can’t see any specifics.

Your heart continues pounding with excitement as erotic images flash through your mind. Images of smooth asses being thoroughly fucked by veiny monster cocks causes pre-cum to ooze heavily from your dick, leaving a small stain on the front of your shorts. Your mouth feels dry and you feel your breathing quickened.

You take a moment to check your reflection in the rear view mirror, smoothing your hair. You take a sip of water and a deep breath.

This is it.

What you’ve been dreaming about. What you’ve been yearning for.

An opportunity to have a real man fuck your asshole. To claim your virginity. Pop your cherry. To own your ass. The excitement is almost overwhelming.

You steel your resolve, step out of your car, and approach the door.

Before you can knock, the door opens inward. Soft music and the smell of candle float out into the night air.

“Welcome, I’m Richard. It’s nice to meet you.” He says, taking your hand in his. He stands much taller than you. Maybe 6’8”. He is long and lean, but with muscular shoulders that hang out of his tank top. His basketball shorts sit loose on his hips and go down to his upper thigh. You notice the logo on the shorts and suddenly recall where you’ve seen him before. He’s the assistant basketball coach at one of the rival schools in town. His hair is close cut on top and faded on the sides. A neatly trimmed goatee adorns his angular, chiseled face. He smells faintly of lavender.

As his hand takes yours and gently pulls you to the door, you manage to smile back at him and whisper hello. A small sigh escapes your lips as his other hand caresses your buttocks briefly before closing the door behind you.

You turn and look Richard from toe to head, stopping for longer than you realize at his crotch as you catch what you were looking for. A massive chocolate cockhead peeks out coyly from the bottom of his shorts. He must have caught you staring as his cock jumps with excitement.