So we arranged for me to go and visit him, which again was a really big thing for me. You read all the bad stories, don’t you? And then, of course, there was the paranoia in my own head too.
I didn’t sleep that night. By the time my alarm went off, I honestly felt like I hadn’t slept at all. I was lying there thinking about calling the whole thing off.
I messaged my guy, and his reply came straight back.
“See you when you get here!”
Well… that was that. It was on.
I spent ages in the shower and getting ready. I won’t lie, I wanted to look good. I’d made the decision to go, so I was going to make an effort.
I decided to get the train, which, thinking about it now, gave me even more time to back out. Every moment was another opportunity to change my mind.
But I didn’t.
I actually fell asleep on the train and woke up just as we got to my stop. I was still sleepy but, strangely, I felt calm.
I jumped into a taxi, and before I knew it, I was there. Standing outside a Victorian flat, getting out of the taxi and ringing the bell.
That was the moment of no return.
Then a voice came through.
“Oh, hi! I’ll be down in two minutes.”
“Okay!”
My heart was beating like a racehorse.
A couple of minutes later, the door opened.
And there he was.
In the flesh.
Wearing a bloody dressing gown!
I mean, I’d spent ages getting myself ready, and he literally looked like he’d just jumped out of the shower. Thankfully, it really was him, and he immediately apologised for not being dressed. He explained that he’d been let down too many times before, so he hadn’t wanted to get completely ready just in case I didn’t show.
Then he looked at me and smiled.
“You look lovely.”
That definitely helped calm my nerves.
“Would you like to come in and go upstairs?”
Yes. Absolutely.
So he led the way upstairs, and as I followed behind him, I caught a glimpse beneath that dressing gown.
His cock and balls were right there.
That was the moment I took a deep swallow.
No Photoshop for this man.
He was the real deal.
He walked into his living room, which was actually really nice and clean, and told me to take a seat.
“Would you like a drink? Coffee, tea, water, juice?”
Then he laughed.
“You could probably do with a brandy.”
I laughed nervously. “It might only be ten in the morning, but I think that would definitely help!”
He laughed and said, “I’ll join you.”
So he disappeared into the kitchen while I sat there with a million thoughts running through my head. What was I doing? Was this really happening? What the hell was going to happen next?
I could hear him moving around in the kitchen, and every second seemed to make me more aware of why I was there. My nerves were still buzzing beneath my skin, but they were changing now. The fear and uncertainty were slowly being replaced by something else.
Then he came back.
He handed me my drink.
And this time…
He was completely naked.
For a second, I honestly didn’t know where to look.
The absolute size of this man’s cock was something else. Seeing it properly, standing there so confidently in front of me, made everything suddenly feel very real.
I just stared.
Then I looked up at his face.
He was watching me.
And he knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Oh my God,” I said, almost under my breath.
That smug little smile appeared on his face.
“How the fuck am I going to get that in my holes?” I asked.
The words were out before I could stop them.
He laughed softly, clearly enjoying my reaction, but there was something about the calm way he looked at me that made my stomach tighten.
“It’ll be fine,” he said.
I looked back at him, still trying to take in what I was seeing.
Then he stepped a little closer.
Not rushing. Not saying anything for a moment. Just letting the tension build between us.
And with that same confident smile, he told me that by the end of the day, they’d be his holes.
I should probably have been shocked.
Instead, sitting there with my drink in my hand and my heart pounding in my chest, I felt every nerve in my body suddenly come alive.
All the worrying. The sleepless night. The paranoia. Every opportunity I’d had to turn around and go home.
It had all led me to this moment.
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