As I lay in the bed silence is all around and all pervasive. I know you are on your way. And I know my wife, Lucy, is sitting on the couch and reading a book; awaiting your arrival...
I am awaiting your arrival. Naked. Tied by the wrists to the head of the bed and blindfolded I lie beneath the comforter. My cock is raging in anticipation. In anticipation of what? It is unlikely to be satisfied tonight. Tonight is your night and I have not even seen you.
Silence, nothing but silence. A car drives up. My heart hammers and my cock throbs. I am so scared and so thrilled. I cannot wait and I cannot bear the idea of your arrival. The car passes. I could have sworn it had stopped. But no, on it goes into the night.
Who will you be? What will you look like? I know only that you are uncut and small, five and a half inches, your listing said. And that you are slim and gay. That is all, that is enough.
Another car and this one is not driving past. A car door slams followed after a few seconds by a tap on the front door. Hunting so hard for clues, even that is a good sign. You knock gently, not smashing the door down. I am happy you are the gentle kind.
Lucy opens the door and I hear murmured voices and then steps on the stairs. The bedroom is darkened. I hear Lucy tell you to undress and I hear a shirt unbuttoned, pants fall to the floor. But nothing more. All I have are my imaginings. I can see Lucy looking you over. Will you do for her man? I hear Lucy's shirt unbutton and fall and know that the answer must be yes. Soon I know that she is naked too. This is to be a feast.
The top pops on the bottle of lubricant. No one will hurt me while Lucy is there to protect. A gasp from you tells me she is taking matters into her own hands to ensure you are as you should be. Gay or straight, a lubed hand's a lubed hand and as she gently pulls at your tool and coats, covers you in the lube you gasp again.