"Well if you're such a hot-shot, why don't you go up to her door and see her?" Joe said.
"Yeah, you don't mind doing that, do you?" Tom chimed in.
"At least Jim is going to get fucked a lot sooner than the rest of us," Chuck said. "We'll just sit here and our cocks will rot."
Jim felt nervous about going to that woman's door. But he'd made such a big deal out of it, it would be hard for him to back out now. His hard cock kept his courage up.
"Okay, I'll do it," he said, and felt his pulse quickened.
The guys got up and slipped out of the booth they were sitting in. They paid their bill and went out. Elm Street was only a few blocks away, and they headed in that direction. Jim was getting shy, but he was determined to go through with this.
"Tell me," he said, "how old is she supposed to be?"
"Larry said she's not too old," Chuck said.
Jim was having more and more doubts, but, still, he was determined.
They headed down Elm and planned their strategy. Jim would go to her door and say he was looking for a made-up name. The chick would tell him that there was no one by that name there and he would either split with the information about her looks, or he would get invited in, in which case, the other guys would come looking for him and also get invited in. It seemed simple and foolproof.
As they walked down Elm Street, Chuck pointed out the house.
"There," he said, "the one with the green shutters."
Jim felt a lump in his throat, but his cock was getting even harder at the thought that his first fuck might be coming up. He had to adjust the rod in his pants so he could continue walking. He told the guys to stay there, behind some bushes and watch what happened. Then, taking a deep breath to calm himself, he began walking toward the house.
He jammed his hands in his pockets to help hide the bulge that his prick was pushing out in front of him, and tried to act normally. As he walked up the front steps, he peered into the windows for a peek at the woman who lived there, but he didn't see a thing. He rang the bell.