Time seems to slow as he waits, his cock aching with desire. He can almost feel the weight of that monster cock in his hand, the ridges and veins pulsing with life. He pictures himself on his knees, taking it all in, his mouth stretched wide, his throat relaxed and ready. He can't wait to feel that BBC sliding in and out of him, filling him up, making him whole. The room fills with the scent of his own musk, his body preparing itself for the union to come.