I pull up in front of the small house in the middle of the block and take a deep breath. Am I really going to go through with this?, I ask myself. I’m already here and I know I’ll regret it later if I leave now. I bolden myself and exit the car, walking up the narrow walk to the door. Before I could knock the door is opened by a tall black man. Holding the screen door open with one hand, he extends the other to me and says:


“You must be John.”


“Yea, you’re James?” I reply meekly.


“Yes. Nice to finally meet you.”


He invites me inside and I get a chance to actually see what he looks like. I met James on the Internet and have only seen pictures of his dick. He was about 6’1″ and had a muscular build. I followed him into the living room and had a seat next to him on the couch. We small talked for a little bit and he asked if I was ready. I looked over at him to say something and seen that his dick was out. Was I that nervous that I didn’t even notice him do that?


“You like what you see?” James asked when he seen that I was staring.


“Yea, but I don’t know if I’m ready for..”


“Just grab it, you don’t have to do anything else.” He interupted.


I hesitantly reached over and grasped his unerect cock. I started to gently squeeze and massage his member. His dick was starting to come alive in my hand. By the time he was fully erect he laid his head back and closed his eyes. He looked even bigger in person then he did in the pictures. I noticed that I was already fully erect and had to shift a little to accomodate for it.