He smiled widely showing off his pearly white teeth framed by his black, short-trimmed beard. When I opened the door, he was standing there in a tight black tank top that highlighted his big biceps, pecs and sixpack and a pair of white shorts that accented his ample package. I called down and told him I would be there in a minute.
I looked down from my bedroom window and saw that it was Mustafa at the door. I was only wearing a pair of running shorts and was sporting morning wood. My parents had already gone to work so I had to answer the door. I woke up to the sound of the doorbell ringing incessantly.
