It's been maybe three years since my first time. I thought I would never get another chance to feel a cock inside me again. I had posted personal ads occasionally over the years in hopes of getting another chance. After enough people disappearing on me or my own lack of courage to go through with it, it seemed that there would never be a second time. I was wrong.
Last week, my parents had gone out of town for the weekend, leaving the house to just me. I hadn't planned on this, but on the last night I had the house before they came back, I found myself posting another ad. I posted late at night at around two in the morning. I was sure no one would respond before I was asleep. However, within minutes I received a message from Teddy, if that was really his name.
He was interested in coming over and fucking me. Usually this would be the point where I would send a few messages back and forth, turning myself on until I jerked off and lost all interest in the matter. However, Teddy didn't want to waste any time. He told me he was 47, an age that really turned me on. I am 23, and the idea of a man more than twice my age having his way with me makes me instantly hard.
I replied to his email as I sat in my chair gently bouncing up and down on the two markers I had in my ass. In my response I told him what we would do. He would drive up, come into the house which was completely dark, fuck me, and leave. After sending the message I grabbed another marker, pushing a third inside of me and stretching myself a bit more.
He answered quickly, agreeing to my terms and asking for my address. My address... Fuck no I wasn't going to give it to him. What if he was just some strange murderer or something? We've all heard stories of murderers that find other people in personal ads. What if he was one? I started to chicken out as usual, getting ready to close my email, but then I stopped. I had the house to myself and probably wouldn't for at least another year. This was my chance...
I typed in my address and then froze to look at it. If I sent it, I couldn't really turn back. I thought about it, hovering over the 'Send' button for a minute. Fuck it. I clicked, sending my address to this complete stranger. I started to regret it, hoping maybe he wouldn't answer. He did though, and told me he was on his way and would be there at three. I looked at the clock on the computer. Twenty minutes was all I had to prepare? Another minute ticked away as I looked.
I started panicking a little, still unsure of my decision. I wasn't ready mentally at all. I stood up from the kitchen island and opened the cabinet above the fridge, pulling out a bottle of Southern Comfort. I filled the glass halfway with ice and to the top with the liquor. I needed to drink as much as I could before he showed up or I would chicken out for sure. My sips turned to gulps when I saw that I only had ten minutes left.
I lubed up another marker and placed it with the others, hoping I could stretch myself more before he showed up. It fit but not without difficulty. I filled my glass again and continued drinking while rubbing my dick, watching the minutes fly by. Six. Five. Four. I saw a light outside and turned out all the lights as my heart raced. I moved to the front of the house and peeked out the window. It wasn't him. After the car drove out of the neighborhood, I opened my front door and left it ajar for when he showed up.
Two minutes left. I removed all of the markers and drank as much as I could of the second glass before I heard a car door shut. I threw a blanket on the floor of the room connected to the kitchen, and hurried to the front room to peer outside. A dark figure was halfway up my driveway and walking quickly towards the house. The idea of shutting the door and locking it flicked through my mind, but I stood there nervous and frozen as he opened the front door and stepped in, closing the door behind him.
"Hey," I said weakly, my voice shaking.
"Hey," he replied in a nervous voice as well.
There was an awkward moment of silence as we stood there facing each other, unable to really make out the features or faces of each other.
"Sorry about the no lights thing, I'm just really shy and nervous," I said embarrassed.
"It's cool... so..," he replied. I turned and walked slowly into the next room which was attached to the kitchen.