My Penis Misbehaves

 Indianapolis—September, 2022

 

At the top of the month, I was packing to be away from home for two weeks.  I had a contract that took me to western Indiana.  I always take more than I need, but the car was finally packed and I was ready to go.  I checked in with Keshawn.  We had arranged that I would swing by his place, have some fun, and I would go on to my final destination.   I told him my departure time and my estimated time of arrival.  He told me he might have a friend drop by to join us. 

Great.

I drove south.  Traffic was light—which was good as I was really tired from the pack and the mental fretting about the next two weeks.  I got to Keshawn’s in good time.  I rummaged through my bag and took some Viagra.  Normally with him, the last thing I need is any help with my erection but being as tired as I was—and my head swimming with all that I had to accomplish in the next two weeks—it seemed like a logical precaution to take.

I met his friend, Scott—a big bear of a bottom.  He was tatted, funny and very fuckable.  Keshawn had let his hair and beard grow.  We hugged.  He asked if I’d brought the sling—but there had been no room left for it in my packed car.  We chatted a little and took it to his bedroom, where the three of us stripped.

Scott loved going back and forth on our two big dicks.  While he was lying on the bed, slurping on Keshawn, I licked Keshawn’s ass crack—and then did the same to Scott.  I was rampant and ready to go.  I pushed into Scott—and lost my erection.  I pulled out and did some more oral.  It returned.  I tried getting into Keshawn.  I couldn’t.

My dick misbehaved the entire time I was there.  I had some great moments of cock sucking, rimming and ass to mouth—and my cock responded as it always does while I did those things—but it wilted the moment it was to go inside an ass.

Keshawn eventually bred Scott—and I had some fun felching the load.

 

Why even write about this?  Well, I made that pledge a dozen years ago when I started this blog to tell the truth.  It’s what happened.

It has not happened again.  I am sure it was that lethal combo of age, exhaustion and my mind full of all the work that was to come.