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FAILED ATTEMPT
By Nigel Dean |
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It
had been a sod of a day, one in a long train of sod awful days.
Nothing had gone right and I was beginning to develop something
of a complex. Have you ever heard that song: King
Midas In Reverse ? I am King Midas in reverse;
everything I touch turns to dust. Yes, that's me.
Looking for something to set aside the cares of the world I sat
in front of my computer and logged on to the Net. As I did
so a sweet feeling began to sweep over me and a nice semi-hard
began to grow in that magic area a man comes to love. Boy
it felt good.
The familiar sound of the computer dialing the Net, I didn't
have Broadband in those days, cut through the air, its
electronic notes punctuating all about them. Mmmmm, it
felt even better.
Connecting -
Verifying user name and password -
A pause and I was on line. A quick rattle of the keys, a
click of the mouse and I was soon in my favorite chatroom.
Hey there were loads of guys in there. As usual the chat
was dead horny from the offset and soon I was totally naked with
a giant boner - typing with my right and stroking with my left.
Never mind the events of the day, this was going to be good. |
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Even
better when a guy logged on and I could tell from his nick name
that he was in the same town as myself. I instantly hit
him with a private message and we began to chat.
Paul, that was his name - at least it was part of the nick name
he was using - suggested a meet. Yeh, I was up for that.
He suggested we meet up and drive to a secluded, private place
where we could have some fun. It sounded good but guys on
the Net seldom ever turn up when you arrange a one-to-one meet
in real time. But I kind of knew Paul would be there and
sensed he was genuine.
And sure enough he did arrive at the agreed place even if he was
five minutes late. Perhaps this wasn't going to be such a
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Paul
was driving a large Toyota 4x4 which offered the prospect of
more room and comfort than my own little vehicle. We drove
for about half an hour to be well away from the town. It
was a wet miserable evening so it would not be too difficult to
find somewhere private where we would not be disturbed.
While we drove we chatted and I found I quite liked the guy but
it was easy to see just how nervous he was. Although he
said he had enjoyed man-sex a few times I felt sure this was his
first. For me it would be my fourth, I was becoming the
expert and I determined to give him a great time.
Paul would have been in his mid twenties, slim and good looking.
Yes, this was going to be an OK day after all.
By the time we parked up I felt we had come, even in that short
space of time, to know each other quite well.
"I'm not wearing any pants under these trackies,"
Paul said. "But I'm not hard yet."
I smiled. "I'm still semi myself."
Gently I slipped a hand down the front of those trackies and
found a nice uncut but limp dick. It was good and started
to enlarge a little in my hand while my own grew to a solid rock
hard boner. Although it was bursting to get out I
concentrated on Paul, slipping his trackies down to his knees. |
He
removed his own tee shirt to be as good as naked before me.
There was plenty of room in the 4x4 as my new friend knelt to
face me.
He was still quite limp but it was a nice looking fat cock which
would probably be just over six inches when nice and hard.
It was similar to my own but with a thin bush of pubes whereas I
have a real forest. His balls were quite small and pulled
tight to his body, perhaps that was because of the cold although
it was quite warm inside the car. Maybe it was a sign he was
ready to cum but his dick was still frighteningly limp.
I undid my own
trousers and let them fall away, perhaps that would help his
arousal. But no result. I would need to do more to
overcome his nerves.
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I
placed both of my hands on the side of his body right up under
his arm pits then slowly began to move them down and round his
chest. My thumbs found his nipples and pressed them back
hard. There was a slight arousal. Good.
Continuing to move my hands I brought them to his breast bone
and traced a line down Paul's navel where I gave some attention
to his belly button. My left hand then took a firm hold to
begin a wanking motion, perhaps that would help. My right
reached round to allow the fingers to place themselves between
two tight bum cheeks. Soon I would slip my manhood in
there.
It was working, at least I felt it was but my friend was still a
long way from a proper stiffy. I began to worry as I am
sure Paul was also worrying. Yes, he was my fourth and
there had never been a problem before, quite the opposite with
one guy - spontaneous ejaculation I believe it is called.
Well, this poor guy had a spontaneous marshmallow, he was every
bit as soft.
A change of tactics. I knelt down and took his soft dick
in my mouth. It tasted good but there wasn't a sign of
precum. I worked it with my tongue and drew it into my
mouth hard, sucking for all I was worth.
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Paul
began to move his body gently swaying towards and away from me
but still and arousal refused to announce its presence. As
for myself I was bursting and just splitting to cum.
Paul hadn't touched me or made any move to, he just knelt there
helpless and I knew highly embarrassed by his momentary
impotence. Was it his fault or was it my own ? I was
doing everything I could and willing him with every grey cell of
my brain.
I let go with my mouth, bewildered and not knowing what to do
next.
"I'm sorry," Paul said.
What could I offer in reply. I thought then
whispered. "Take it easy man, no problem."
Paul sat back in his seat. " I never have a problem when I
wank myself."
"This is your first time isn't it ?" I said as
kindly as I could.
"I'm sorry," he said again.
It was all over save for some polite conversation. We sat
there with our pants round our knees and chatted. I tried
to be casual, light and reassuring while poor Paul kept
apologising. My own dick soon flopped down to be as limp as his.
Was it his fault or was it mine ? Was he too nervous or
perhaps frigid ? Was I simply failing to turn him on
? Like I said earlier in this little tale it had been one
sod awful day and I was ending it the way it had begun.
King Midas in reverse.
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