LEGAL DECLARATION:
This is a work of fiction written solely to entertain.
All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
The situations described in this story are for the sole purpose of entertaining the reader. Events and Characters in the story are completely fictional and any resemblance to real world persons or events are purely coincidental.
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Jason walked towards the ice cream shop. There was a spark in his step. He was going to meet Janice, his girlfriend. She was a couple of months older than him and they had recently slept together for the first time. It was the first time for Jason. Janice had let him fuck her on his 18th birthday. She was his birthday present. That was a week ago.
For the past week, Janice had been distant from him. He thought it was because of the sex. Jason had finished very quickly. But it was his first time. He was very confident that next time, he would last a lot longer.
As soon as he entered the shop, he saw Janice at their booth. He beamed at her. She returned a painful smile.
He went over and hugged her. He then kissed her on the lips.
"Hi honey."
"Hi."
"So, what do you want? Let's order."
"Jason, we need to talk."
Uh -- oh. No conversation that started with the words "We need to talk" ever ended well.
"Yeah. Go ahead, baby."
"I think we should stop seeing each other."
Jason felt like he had been punched in the gut. He looked at Janice. Her brown hair was tied up in a ponytail. Her brown eyes bored into him with a determined look.
"Why? I mean, everything was going well. Can you at least tell me why?"
"Look, Jason, you're a nice guy, but you're just not the guy for me. I'm sure some day, you'll make some other girl a very happy woman."
Jason already knew that he wasn't the guy for her. Janice was way out of his league. They both belonged to different worlds. Jason was thin and scrawny, while Janice was curvy and gorgeous. Jason already knew that things wouldn't work out between them, because they were two very different people. But Janice had been the one to ask him out. He and Janice ended up doing a project together for physics class. At the end of the project Janice asked him out. Jason had asked her why she wanted to go out with him. She told him that she liked him because he was funny. Jason knew this was trouble, but he still went out with her because this was Janice, one of the most gorgeous girls at school. No man in his right mind would say no to her.
"Well, can you at least tell me why I'm not the guy for you?"
"Jason, please, let's not do this. I don't want to hurt your feelings."
"No, just tell me why. I just want to understand."
"It's the sex."
If Janice wanting to break up with him felt like a punch to the gut, then this felt like a knee to the head.
"Look, we just had sex once. It was my first time. Of course, I wasn't going to be great."
"Jason, after we had sex, you didn't even want to do it a second time. You rolled over and started to sleep."
"Well, yeah. The sex was draining."
"You finished in less than 2 minutes! Also, your size is lacking."
Jason looked down at his groin.
This felt like a kick in the balls.
"Jason, I still like you very much. You're the funniest person I've met and you make me laugh. But I'm a very sexual person and sex is a very important part of any relationship for me. I can't just pretend that it's not a factor for me. I'm just attracted to guys with larger penises. You are a tall guy, so I thought you'd be big in that department, but...," she trailed off.
Jason hung his head in shame. Janice talked a little more, but Jason was far away from that ice cream shop. After some time, she left. He stayed there. He had an ice cream. He had another. Then, he started to walk home.
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A few days had passed since the breakup. Jason was depressed. His mother Sandy noticed it, but she chalked it up to his break up. Her daughter Vivian, Jason's twin, had told her about the break up. She tried to talk to Jason, but he brushed her off. It wasn't the break up that affected him that much, it was the reason that Janice had told to break up with him. He could improve anything, but how could he improve something that he was born with? As for the stamina part Jason was born with a frail body. Ever since he was a child, he had always been physically very weak.
On his way home from the school, Jason noticed an antique store. He had never seen that store before in that neighborhood. Something about the store piqued Jason's curiosity. He entered the store. What he didn't realize was that his life was never going to be the same from the moment he stepped into the store.
The shop looked like any other antique shop, filled with a lot of old and weird objects. There was no one behind the counter. He checked to see whether there was any sign that said "Don't ring the bell." There wasn't, so Jason rang the bell.
An old man with scruffy beard and long white hair emerged from the room behind the counter.
"Ah, yes. Hello. How may I help you?"
"Yes. Sorry. It's just that I've walked past this spot everyday on my way from home to school and from school to home and I've never seen this shop before. I just wanted to have a look. I'm not sure I even want to buy something."
The old man chuckled.
"Oh, I've had this shop for ages. I just move around a lot."
The old man looked at Jason from behind his spectacles. His gaze seemed to look right through him.
"OK. I think I've got just the thing for you."
The old man went into the shop and returned with something in his hand. He put down the thing he had in his hand on the counter.
It was a ring. Not very flashy or good looking. It looked old.
"I know you've been down on your luck for some time, Jason. This ring can help you turn your life around."
Something felt off to Jason. He had never told the old man his name. As soon as he had this realization, a strange calm spread over him. He felt as if nothing was wrong with the world. Everything was fine and will continue to be so.
"How much for the ring?"
"Three dollars," the old man said with a mysterious smile.
Jason paid the man and took the ring. It looked too big for his finger.
"I don't think this will fit me. It's too big," Jason said.
The old man laughed and said, "That's what she's gonna say."
"What?"
"Nothing. I think it'll fit perfectly."
He was about to put it on his finger when the old man spoke again.
"Don't put it on now. Put it on tonight before you go to bed. That'll give the ring time to work its magic."
Jason felt that was a strange thing to say. But he felt so comfortable in the shop. He felt a strange compulsion to do as the old man said. He put the ring in his bag and made his way home.
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Jason greeted his Mom as soon as he came home. He recognized the look of concern on her face that he had been seeing there recently. Ever since he broke up with Janice, as a matter of fact. She was concerned that he was acting depressed. He understood that. But this too will pass. Things will go back to normal. Jason had hope that they will. He then went to his room and started working on his school stuff.
He came back down for dinner. He, his mother and his father had dinner together. His sister had gone out with her boyfriend. Jason made some efforts to make small talk with his mother. He didn't talk much with his father though, they weren't very close. After dinner, he made his way to his room and got ready for bed.
He remembered the ring he had got at the antique shop today. He took the ring out of the bag and took another close look at it. It was a plain ring, no stones, no inscriptions. It was clean, no rust, but nothing special either. The ring was too big for his finger. Jason remembered the old man's assurance and put the ring on. The ring immediately shrank to fit his finger. Jason was startled. He tried to get the ring off, but wasn't able to. He went to the bathroom and tried loosening up the ring with soap, but it had no effect. He considered calling his mother, but something stopped him. He felt as if everything would be all right if he went to sleep. He decided to deal with the problem the next day and went to bed.
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