There was very little traffic in evidence this morning. I successfully managed to cross the normally busy road despite the fact it was rush-hour. Having done so, I made my way towards my local cafe and entered the premises expecting to find quite a number of breakfasting patrons. The place was empty though.
Simon was the owner of the place where I had decided to cut my losses and satisfy my hunger with an all-day breakfast. Simon was also the cook at Graham's Goode Foode (it turned out Graham was the name of the cat that was a fixture of the building when he first opened his cafe). The café was deserted. I was the only the person in the place besides Simon.
I placed my order. Then I was faced with the decision of where to seat myself. With so much choice I felt bewildered. I chose a secluded booth in a corner. I was more than pleasantly surprised when fifteen minutes later after furnishing me with my fare and cutlery, Simon slid into the seat opposite me after inquiring if I would like some company.
My reply to the effect that if he didn't mind me ignoring him for five minutes whilst I ate like a pig, he was more than welcome to join me. This elicited a big smile from Simon.
When I had finished eating, and was in a position to study Simon at some length, his sparkling smile, and warm and caring nature was slowly convincing me that I could do a lot worse than to attempt a serious stab at a long-term steady monogamous relationship with this unique man. How unique, I was later to discover.
I didn't mind answering Simon's thousand and one questions. In fact I just loved hearing the confident drawl of his Texan accent. My pronouncement and assertions surrounding the beauty and benefits of being your own boss produced a sigh from Simon. He admitted that the thought of having someone to cuddle up to at night was an enticing one. However, Simon sincerely felt that the days of him trying to find a compatible partner were long passed. Especially considering his little problem.
This was very unlike Simon. His demeanor amounted to a bout of self-pity. His last sentence intrigued me greatly though. After a deep breath, as nonchalantly and innocently as I could manage, I said, "little problem?" And let the silence grow between us to an almost unbearable decibel level.
I just quizzically stared at Simon and waited. And of course Simon broke first. Playing with his fingers and trying to pretend nothing of significance had occurred, Simon realized he had said too much and now it all had to come out. I made it easy for Simon.
By simply asking questions I was able to get Simon to divulge his big secret, which turned out really to not be that spectacular.
The first question was centered on whether Simon thought he was physically different to other men. His shy nod with head bowed prompted me to inquire if we were talking about downstairs? Another nod. I decided that closed questions weren't going to get us very far. I asked about Simon's previous attempted relationships and what had gone wrong. With a little prompting and teasing I was able to elicit scant details of the only disastrous attempted relationship Simon had ever attempted.
Barry had been a prospective suitor some years previously. A date was arranged. After much alcohol consumption the evening's conclusion ended with him groping for what he could get his hands on. Not unwilling, Simon allowed him to fondle his lower parts.
The size and proportions of Simon's quite minuscule penis, and the fact that when he did gain an erection, he ejaculated immediately when touched, frightened his date off completely.
Simon was ashamed of his shortcomings, lack of staying power and size, Simon decided there and then that relationships weren't for him.
25 years later Simon still felt like a freak after living a celibate life with no prospects of events ever changing. Right there and then I felt it was my mission to end this state of affairs. I set my mind to determining the fastest and easiest way to get my hands on Simon's cock.
