The first time meeting Terrance was an experience I'll never forget, and one I felt for days. My friend, Rodrick, turned me on to him, and for good reason. I liked Rodrick, and he knew I would like Terrance. Rodrick and Terrance were similar in many ways; both had a commanding, deep voice yet didn't let much of anything bother them. Both men had lovely, smooth dark skin, slim athletic builds, and both men had hung thick cocks. When I tell you they knew how to use those cock too, I mean it. They were dominant, rough, and knew just how to use every inch. I loved it. Rodrick told me he "had a guy" he thought I might be interested in and gave me his phone number. Naturally, I called Terrance that night. He was over at the apartment before long and I set him up with a beer on the couch. Soon enough, we were talking.
"So, why'd you Call me over here? Rod told me to expect your call but I didn't think it'd be so soon." Terrance asked me.
"Rodrick told you I would call? I never told him I was calling you tonight." I looked at Terrance's lips, begging for a response.
"He knew you would, he knows how much of a slut you are, he must have known you were craving this dick."
"What?" I choked on my drink.
"That's why you called me over, isn't it? You wanted some dick?" Terrance removed his sleeveless shirt, exposing his toned torso.
"I-Uh..." I stammered out in shock at being read so easily.
"Don't worry, I got your dick right here." Terrance massaged the massive bulge going down the leg of his grey sweatpants. "Rod told me where you keep the lube. Bend over the table and I'll be right back." Terrance nodded towards the coffee table at his feet and got up to fetch what he needed from the bathroom. I stood in place, frozen. Was I really being figured out so easily? Someone I just met knowing me inside and out? Pushed over so feebly in my own home?
Terrance was back before I could answer any of my own questions with a tub of Vaseline in his hand.