Dressed in easy-access minimal clothing, meaning jean shorts and a white t-shirt, he had sat in the car for 10 minutes, prepping himself mentally. He had removed his wallet, cell phone, and wedding ring, and put it in the car's console. He didn't know the mental state of the person he was going to meet, having only talked online, and wanted to give him as little information as possible. He had prepared himself as instructed, figuring out how to use the handheld shower attachment as a makeshift deep enema system, and had cleared himself out quite effectively.
Finally, Todd emerged from the car, walked the block and a half, and knocked on the door. His heart beating erratically, he screwed up enough courage to stand at the door and not bolt when he saw movement inside.
Joel, or the man who claimed to be called Joel, looked through the windows on the door, gave him a once-over, and opened the door.
Todd knew he was not a perfect package. Indeed, his 5'11" frame had gained 20 lbs. since he was married 3 years ago at the age of 35. His balding hair and only slightly muscular frame did not contribute to what anybody would ever call a smoking body. Only his expression online of the levels of degradation he wished to participate in had gotten him to this point.
Joel, was a different story. Late 40s, early 50s, standing 6', weighing 250lbs, most of which was muscle, he epitomized the look of a tough man. Muscles, albeit with a layer over them, were evident all over his body.
"Fred?" Joel asked, knowing full well that this was the person he had been talking to on A4A, but needing reassurance, just in case it was a Jehovah's Witness or some such.
Nodding nervously, Todd responded to the fake name he had given. Taking stock of his situation, he walked in when Joel stepped out of the way, into a living room that was populated, but not overdecorated.
Todd took comfort in the normalcy of the room. Indeed, had he not known where he was, he might have mistaken this for any number of his single aunts or uncle's houses.
Still, once inside he was a nervous wreck, scared and unsure if he want to go through with this.
"Water? Something stronger?" Joel asked.
Todd shook his head, doe-eyed, feeling a little sick, knowing he'd have to perform all the fantasies he had tantalized Joel about. He was shaking with excitement, but he also didn't know if he would have the resolve to go through with it.
Todd knew he wasn't gay. He loved women and the physical form. His wife could still get him harder when she chose to (which was somewhat infrequent these days). The thought of kissing or cuddling with another man made him somewhat gag. In no way did he want any tender embraces from someone so non-feminine.
The thing is, Todd also loved to have his ass played with. Touching it in the shower had led to inserting fingers which led to inserting shampoo bottles. In the last few weeks, he found himself turned on by the thought of a real, live warm dick inside himself, moving of its own accord, and was especially turned on by that cock cumming inside his mouth and inside his ass. The thought of being used roughly for a dick's pleasure was a starring role in his masturbatory fantasies of late.
