Stepping out of the shower, I look down at a very pitiful site. My cock use to be almost five inches long in a flaccid state, and a good eight and a half inches when erect. Since I've aged past fifty, I've noticed more and more how it looks like I'm done in the sex department. My poor little cock was looking like a very scared turtle.
Not being married, no girlfriend to speak of, dam this was not what I thought it would be like at this age. All my single friends were always looking so chipper. Talking about this woman or that woman, they had been with. None of this did me any good.
Slipping on a robe, and going into the living room, I took out an x-rated video that a buddy had given me last week and placed it in the player and sat in my easy chair, to see what developed.
The first scene of the movie had this guy with a ten-inch dick was fucking the hell out of a good-looking honey. I opened my robe and continued to watch, but my cock never got interested in what was being played on the screen. Hell it hadn't even got long enough to look down at my toes. Nothing, dead, useless, it just sat there like it had a memory loss.
I watched the movie in its entirety; guys fucking girls, girls sucking guys, girls eating girls, hell, the movie ran then whole gamut of sex positions. Not my dick, duh!!! It had died and just forgot to fall off. I shut the VCR off and just watched the television the rest of the night, until I finally went to bed.
I was not feeling very chipper the next day. Elmer, a friend of mine knocked and came into my apartment.
"Hey Josh, how's it hanging," he said.
"Just the words I need to hear buddy," I said.
He saw the dejected look on my face and with concern in his voice, he said, "What's the matter, you feeling all right?"
"Elmer, we've been friends for a very long time, but there are some things I just can't talk to you about," I said. "Let's just go get some breakfast."
We walked out to the street and down to the restaurant and ordered our coffee and food and ate in silence. I left Elmer sitting there and just walked around the city, trying to get my mind straight. It was a nice day, and the sun was shining, plenty of shoppers walking the street, kids playing in the park. I didn't pay much attention as to where I was walking and I found myself in a part of town, I didn't recognize.
I continued to walk and I looked up and noticed a very pretty girl walking toward me. She was dressed in a sheath type dress that hugged her figure like a second skin. Her breasts were braless, as I watched the natural bounce of those large lumps of flesh, as she approached me. Her hair was cut very short into a pageboy type cut. Her face was a vision of beauty; blue eyes that were large and sparkling. Her nose was sculpted to fit her face and her lips were full, with dark peach colored lipstick. Her legs were so long, and shapely.
She was reaching into a large shoulder bag she carried and put something in her hand and held it there. As we got closer to each another a smile crossed her face and I think I started to puff up a little, trying to make myself look better.
When she got right up to me, she stopped and said, "Excuse me, sir, but do you know where Randolph Street is from here?" "I've got a map, but just can't seem to find it."
"I'm not from this area, but if you show me the map, I should be able to help you out," I said.
"Would you hold this for me," She asked, as she handed me a simply looking wooden case? Then she dug into the bag and brought out the map. I found the street she was looking for, and she folded the map and said her thanks and walked away. I too walked away, but quickly realized that I still had her little wooden case. As I turned to call out to her, she was no where in sight. It was like she disappeared from the face of the earth. I placed the case in my pocket and turned to walk back home.
While walking, I checked out this little wooden box, and I'll be damned if I could figure out how it opened. It did not have a single joint on it. I thought maybe it was one of them Chinese puzzles I had heard about. All the way home I attempted to open the thing, but with no luck at all.
It was late afternoon by the time I got home, seems I walked a lot further than I had wanted to. At home I placed that box on my table next to my bed, then went and started to fix a meal for me. The apartment was getting real hot, so I opened a few windows and a nice breeze came in and cooled off the rooms. I showered after supper and just put on my robe again and as normal watched television. I tired early, so I shut the TV off and just lay on top of my bed.
Waking while it was still dark, I used the bathroom and headed back to bed. I took my robe off and was just going to lie on the spread, but I tripped on something and my hand flew out trying to find the night stand to catch myself. I caught the edge of that little box, and my fall was not broken. The box seems to jump off of the night stand into the air, as my forehead caught the edge of the table and knocked me out.
When I did wake up, the sun was shining through the windows, I was sprawled out on my back, on the floor by the bed. I started to get up, and felt my head get very dizzy, bringing my hand up, I checked for blood, nothing, but a small lump where I had hit the table. Turning on my side, and getting up is really when I noticed something had been on my chest; it was that little wooden box, and it was open, and dust was all over me. As I rose further, I also picked up the box and steadied myself on the table. Still woozy, I sat on the bed and I looked down at myself to see if I had any bruises. My eyes nearly fell out of my head; the little dick I had yesterday was now reaching to mid thighs, and it wasn't even hard.
