I have written a few stories. Mostly I have received positive and encouraging response from the readers, but some have expressed their disapproval of my bad command of the English language. Living in a country where we have two domestic languages combined with the need of a third language not being English, the result is that there are some flaws in my English.
Therefore I can only apologize for the mistakes I make
. Still I like to write in English - isn't that a way to improve your command of the language?
I'm now 24 years of age. I'm tall and handsome. Everything is fine.
My story goes a few years back.
At 18 I started early to read Playboy, Penthouse and other illustrated magazines where I could get acquainted with the most wonderful piece of arts, the woman. I carefully selected time and place where I in complete solitude could go over the pages with the most tantalizing girls in different postures. I preferred to be nude while enjoying the "literature". Looking at the pictures, adding some fantasy it didn't take long before my large rod was hard and protruding. It felt very good to grab it with my hand and caress my large "little friend". I was always careful not to have an ejaculation too soon. As I had the feeling that I was close to coming I let it go and tried to think of other things to get the tool get softer. When this had happened I started the stroking again. Often I pressed down at the root with a finger to make the hardness as explosive as possible. I liked to watch as it got deep red with a bluish touch. After this I didn't want to prolong the ejaculation any more and I let it fly into my bucket. I had a bucket in my room for my wash. That was my excuse that I had come up with at some stage. You could not always find a suitable target for your cum. To use a drinking glass was too restricting. Also towels or paper had their flaws. I of course did not want my family to know about my little hobby.
Some years went by. My problem started slowly. The erections did not come as easily as before. No matter how I added fantasies to the new and always more beautiful pictures in the magazines, it wasn't enough to get myself excited enough.
My solution was to start dating, I thought.
My first date was with Alice, a pretty girl, known to be quite willing to adventures with nice guys. With went for a pizza and after that to a movie. We had some fondling going on watching the picture. My fingers explored the softness between her legs as we exchanged some kisses. I was glad that I felt secure. I had read everything one should know about petting, lovemaking and what have you. Alice touched my prick in a nice way, but it didn't react. To soon I got worried. I felt impolite for not get it up.
Alice was quite wet as I held my finger at her cunt, carefully caressing her clit. Not to show my embarrassment I tried to give her the impression that I concentrated on the movie.
The film ended. We strolled out. I tried to sound very mature.
"Ok, your place or mine?" I asked.
"We could go to my place. My parents wont came home for several hours".
We jumped in the car and I drew us down to their house.
We went in. We went to the drawing room and I was told to sit down in the sofa. Alice went to bring us some beer. She sat down beside me with a broad smile.
"Cheers" we said to each other.
The fondling and petting commenced.
We removed some clothes. Soon we were both topless. She had wonderful breasts.
I fondled and started to suck on her nipples. Alice fondled with my crotch.
"Perhaps we'd better go to my room, just in case" Alice said and stood up.
I emptied my glass and we collected our clothes and went to her room. It was a large room with a large bed. I was worried. Why was my friend still dead?
Alice removed the rest of her clothes and came to me. She started to fondle with my belt. Soon even my trunks were removed. My tool didn't even stir. Alice took hold of my looming peter and dragged me to the bed. She was happy and nice. We kissed and fondled. I caressed her clit with my hand. Everything was nice except.....
Kissing and licking her breasts I started to move my head downwards. I licked her navel. Alice gave me all the positive feed back possible. Soon I was down licking and kissing her cunt and clit. Alice groaned with delight. She started to pull on me, gently trying to turn me into the 69-position. I ended on top of her, my head between her legs and my prick between her lips. Still soft. Damn, damn and damn.
She was sucking on my penis!!!! And nothing happened. What was wrong with me?
This went on. She came. I was soft. Catastrophe!
We continued. She came again. I was feeling stiff, my tongue that is. Nothing else.
We turned around. Now she was on me. She was pressing her love box against me by now almost sore mouth, at the same time sucking and fondling my softness.
She came a third time. Now I pushed her off me and she came beside me. She looked at me with a sweet expression on her face.
"I suppose this happens for everyone from time to time," she said.
"Yeah, I don't understand it," I answered with embarrassment in my voice.
"Well, next time you will enjoy it as well, I'm sure," she said warmly. I liked her.
"Perhaps I should go home before your parents come home," I suggested.
"Perhaps that's better," she agreed.
We clad and went for the door. At the door she asked:
"Can we meet again?"
"Sure, I would be glad to see you soon again. Can I call you?"
"That would be nice," she said. We kissed and I left. At the car I turned around.
She was standing in the doorway looking after me. We winked and I stepped into the car and drew off. Oh how embarrassing this was. Shit!
Coming home I went directly to my room closing the door after me. I took out the bucket and my magazines and started to strip. Nude I stood bent over the pics fondling my poor dick. Nothing. "Do I have to see a doctor?" I thought.
Could I possibly meet Alice again after this terrible episode?
On the other hand, if the same happened with a new girlfriend, that would only double the embarrassment. No, better to try it again with Alice. She is nice.
Two days later I called her. We agreed on meeting next day. I knew that my sis and my parents would be away until late in the night. This time it would be my place and my bed. Perhaps that would help.
The next evening, after having a pasta meal at an Italian restaurant, we went to my house. Without too many preambles we were naked in my bed. The next two hours were a copy of the last time. Only this time Alice came four times. If possible my prick was even softer than three days ago.
"Have this happened to you before?" she asked.
"No, you are my first experience," I confessed with a weak voice.
"Well, that explains it," she tried to console me.
We talked about it. Perhaps that would help. We didn't give it a new try that night.
I brought her home and we agreed to meet soon again.
When at home I repeated the trial with magazines and bucket. Nothing happened.
I heard some sound and understood that someone had come home. I put on my robe and went to the bathroom. I entered, locked the door, removed my robe and went to the shower. I pushed aside the drapery and there stood my sis, leaning against the wall, her feet apart and a dildo humming in her cunt.
We were both as frozen staring at each other.
Neither said a word. We were just taking in what we saw. She was beautiful.
Tremendous tits, not too large but perfect. Better than the ones in the magazines.