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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.
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 bad day after all.
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.
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.
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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