The Dysfunction Syndrome

Thrusting, his fat, hard cock wildly stretching the puckered hole under him, Patrick looked down at his sprawled partner, at the smooth flat chest and pink nipples, at the wide-opened blue eyes staring at him, at the partly opened mouth and fantastically sexy lips. He lowered his hairy and sweating chest between the spread legs, pressing on the naked body under him, as he pounded harder and deeper, grunting, their bodies squishing. He plastered his lips on the pouting mouth, pushing his tongue inside, tasting his lover’s juice, as his cock fucked deep. His hips plunged in and out of the eager butt hole underneath him as his upper crotch and belly pressed and rubbed on his lover’s balls and hard erection.

Patrick moaned into the lustful kiss, burying ever deeper inside Reggie’s ass, grinding onto the exposed butt cheeks, when he suddenly felt that his cock was starting to get limp. Raising himself on both arms, he pressed deeper into Reggie. He couldn’t believe that he was losing his erection in the middle of a hard, beautiful fuck. Never had he lost it, in the seven or eight years that he had been sexually active, whether jerking off, throating a mouth, fucking a pussy, or fucking an ass, never had Patrick gone limp before emptying his nuts. Actually, he had most often gone for seconds and thirds without totally losing his hardness.

Patrick desperately attempted to resume the fucking as he felt his dick slide out, but to no avail. With a plop, his thick eight-incher sloppily slid out of Reggie’s hole. Patrick rolled over off his lover, whose legs remained raised and spread, and he lay on his back next to him, his breathing fast and heavy, his body covered with sweat, his whole being shocked and confused.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Patrick whispered without looking at his lover. With his peripheral vision, he saw Reggie lower his legs and slowly turn his back to him, going into a fetal position, his furry, bubbled butt slightly touching Patrick’s hips. Patrick heard sobs.

Patrick laid a hand on Reggie’s waist, feeling the trembling body of his lover. He spooned the butt, pressing his crotch and limp cock onto the proffered cheeks.

“There’s another,” Reggie whimpered, not asking, but saying it as a statement, his tone filled with accusation and bitterness.

“Oh, no, baby,” Patrick grinded on Reggie’s butt, his dick refusing to respond with an instant raging erection, as it usually had. “Reggie, please, baby. I love you.”

“I can tell,” Reggie responded, trying to slide away from the grabbing hand and the grinding crotch. Reggie suddenly got out of bed and walked to the en-suite bathroom. Patrick watched, his eyes tearing, as his lover for the past year disappeared into the bathroom. Through the closed bathroom door, Patrick could hear Reggie sobbing. What the hell happened? He looked down at his crotch, at the limp cock, hanging piteously over his balls.

At 24 years, Patrick wondered how he could lose his erection during a fucking session. Patrick was a stud. His pride and joy, his cock, had never failed him. He would invariably remain erect after shooting a load and resume his fucking, using his creamy cum as lubricant until he emptied another load into the hole he buried his thick cock in. Even then, he had never gone totally limp like now. He had always maintained at least a semi-hard erection. Reggie had often joked, albeit with loving wonder, about Patrick’s strong libido.

As a teacher assistant in the local college, Patrick had been drawn to Reggie when he was checking the roster of names for a mid-term exam he was proctoring for one of his professors. Reginald III. He had wondered what a guy with such a name looked like. The image of one of the brawny princes from Game of Thrones came into his mind as he scanned the exam hall, trying to locate this Reginald the Third. Using the seating chart, he hadn’t believed that the scrawny kid that filled Reginald III’s seat was actually a Reginald III. Patrick had watched the kid throughout the exam time. The smooth, concentrated face, the pouting lips, the concentrated look, all of the kid’s attitudes had attracted Patrick. Opposites attracted opposites. Reginald the Third was the exact opposite of the brawny, muscled, hairy Patrick.

As Reginald III handed in his exam paper, on a whim, Patrick had gazed into the kid’s blue eyes and whispered, “Meet me in the cafeteria. Coffee is on me.”

Reginald III hadn’t shown any reaction, except that Patrick had found the kid sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria, alone, waiting. It had only taken the time for them to finish their coffee that the two knew that they were going to fuck.

So what the fuck had just happened? Patrick had been pounding away, filled with lust, and then his dick went limp on him. Incredulously he looked down at his crotch, his hand slowly moving to grab his cock. Nothing! Confused, he lay back, his heart pounding.

Reggie came out of the bathroom, pulled on his jockeys and jeans, grabbed his shoes and shirt and looked at his naked lover lying on the bed on his back.

“When you’re ready to talk, you know where to find me,” he said with a trembling voice.

Patrick jumped out of bed and grabbed Reggie, pulling him in a tight hug.

“Don’t leave, baby,” he begged, kissing Reggie’s neck. “I love you. There is no other one. I love you. Please stay.”

Reggie pushed Patrick away and stared at the green, teary eyes. He suddenly grabbed Patrick’s hanging dick and pressed on it. “You might convince yourself, Patrick, but this dick is more honest than you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Patrick heaved. “You can’t have doubts about my feelings towards you. Please, baby, come back to bed. I love you. Don’t go.”

Patrick pulled Reggie onto the bed and spooned him, pressing on him, kissing and licking his neck. Without turning around, Reggie said, “Can I know who it is?”

“Believe me, Reggie, there is no one,” he held him tight, trembling.

“Then fuck me, you bastard!” There was anger in the 18-year old boy. “Your dick never failed. I used to complain how thick it was, how it ripped me, how hard it got, rock-hard; just by touching it, it would erect like a dragon. Patrick, fuck me!” Reggie burst out in tears.

Patrick felt his cock erect as he pressed on Reggie’s butt. He fumbled and pulled down the jeans and jockeys and pushed his now-hard cock between Reggie’s thighs. Reggie pressed back onto Patrick’s crotch, squeezing his thighs on the throbbing rod. “Oh, Patrick, yes, oh God, yes, you’re so hard. Oh, fuck my ass.”

Patrick prodded the exposed hole raising Reggie’s leg, and he entered him. With one vicious thrust, he buried his cock into the bowels of his lover as Reggie let out a scream.

“I love you, baby,” Patrick said, starting to fuck. His explosion after five minutes of intense fucking was wild and volcanic. Streams of cum emptied inside Reggie’s body. Squirt after squirt shot out of Patrick’s nuts through his hard cock, as if endlessly. When he started to settle, his cock still inside Reggie, flexing, he held onto his lover with both arms. Slowly Reggie moved away, Patrick’s cock sliding out, still erect. Without hesitation, Reggie bent down and took Patrick into his mouth, sucking, slobbering, and a minute or two later, another huge load shot down his thirsty throat.

“That’s the stud I love,” Reggie smiled, licking his lips, his hand still around the semi-hard, fat cock, lightly pressing on it.

Patrick grabbed Reggie by the hair and pulled him down to him, forcing his mouth with his tongue hungrily, probing and sucking and moaning. He erected again.

“Fuck, Patrick,” Reggie pulled away, stroking the hard rod. He immediately straddled Patrick’s crotch, lowering himself onto the raging man cock, pushing down on the whole shaft, his ass still not dry of the huge load he had had. He rode Patrick’s dick ferociously, his own cock bouncing up and down, his balls pressing on Patrick’s thick bush, his smooth chest glistening with sweat. Reggie came all over Patrick’s hairy chest, clamping on the hard rod inside his ass, feeling it getting thicker and exploding inside him. Reggie bent and kissed Patrick violently. With the cock still deep in his ass, Reggie whimpered into Patrick’s mouth, “Don’t leave me, baby. Just don’t fucking leave me.”

Reggie stayed the night and they fucked and fucked, Patrick’s cock not losing its usual lust. But Patrick was worried. There was no one in his love life other than Reggie. He loved the kid. All the time they had been together, he was totally into him. Reggie had that smooth, slim body that turned Patrick on even when fully clothed. In addition to that, Reggie also had a very smart sense of humor that Patrick was so fond of. Even when not fucking, being with Reggie was heavenly for Patrick. He would develop erections even after fucking and just lounging and chatting.

Still, his losing his erection while fucking his boy disturbed Patrick to no end. True, he was able to perform wildly since that horrible time, but the fact remained. His ever-erecting cock had gone limp inside the tight ass of the one he loved deeply.

So what the fuck happened to him? Patrick thought back, trying to find out the reason for that unprecedented shit! As a young man of 24, Patrick was tall and handsome, with a fit, attractive male body and a striking face with expressive green eyes. He was now on a graduate scholarship majoring in translation, with a fluent knowledge of French, Italian, and Spanish besides his native English. He could read and translate both Greek and Latin and now he was working on Arabic alphabet and sounds, totally alien to the other languages he knew. The teaching assistantship he had, along with the weekend bar tending, left him financially satisfied, enough to rent a small studio apartment when he moved out of his uncle’s place where he had spent the years after his parents’ tragic death in a train accident in Spain.

Patrick had one older sister, married with two boys, whom he visited for Thanksgiving and Christmas and who was their favorite uncle. He had come out to his sister when he was 15 years old, confessing to her his attraction to men. Her understanding and her feelings of responsibility for her baby brother after their parents’ death made her more open to his homosexual tendencies, especially since both had suspected that their bachelor uncle was gay.

His endowment, he later learned when he started to become sexually active, had given him more confidence in himself. His cock at just short of 20 cms in length (8 inches), and more than 15 cms (6 inches) in girth was a source of jealousy among the men he showered with in the gym and a source of lustful pleasurable pain among the men he fucked. Even flaccid, his cock thickness and length were impressive. And his performance in bed was even more impressive, leaving most of the men he fucked fully satiated, sore ass and all.

If that was so, if Patrick was healthy and well off and educated and hung, what was the matter with him? Maybe that was a fluke. A fluke? Losing erection in the middle of a hot fuck? No fucking way! It could not have been a fluke. True that he was traumatized when his parents died, but he had always remembered them with tenderness and had never felt bitter, accepting the accident as destiny. His parents had left both him and his sister with a healthy bank account that he had not even needed or touched. So, damn it! Why?

Patrick’s self-reflection led him nowhere near an explanation, except the fluke idea, which he wouldn’t really accept. Reggie never alluded to the event and always gloried under him as he pounded his ass or fucked his throat. But Patrick knew that Reggie was having doubts. There was no way that he could drive those doubts away from his lover’s mind. All he could do was to fuck him harder and deeper.

Still he needed to know. He racked his brain for a reason. For Christ’s sake, this might happen to him if he’d been 60 years old not when he was 24 and so virile.  He went online and googled “erectile dysfunction causes.” None of the listed causes applied to him. Heart problems, diabetes, prostate, drugs, alcohol, smoking, obesity, medication. Damn it! Other than the occasional cigarette, especially after fucking, or a beer or a glass of wine every now and then, Patrick was as healthy as a bull.

He was also free of stress, frustration or depression. He wasn’t worried about his studies or his jobs or his financial status or his prospects. As he browsed through the material on the net, a sudden thought struck him.

Was he considering bottoming for Reggie? Was that it? Did he want to get fucked instead of fucking? But he enjoyed fucking ass immensely. The few times he had inserted his finger up his own hole in the shower while masturbating had not done anything to him. It hadn’t been erotic. It had felt like he wanted to shit. But maybe a cock was different?

He was so confused. His masculinity was on the line. He scratched his head and sipped the energy drink he was having in a bar. Reggie had gone home for the weekend and Patrick was feeling lonely. The man sitting at the bar at an angle to him kept glancing his way. Was he being picked up? The idea excited him. He thought about Reggie. But the guy studying him was much manlier, with a beard, muscled. He even detected some kind of tattoo on the man’s hand. Why not? He suddenly thought. Why the fuck not? He looked at the man and smiled. The man appeared to be perhaps his age or a year older. And he had a handsome face, enhanced by the beard.

The man raised his glass. Patrick nodded and sipped in return.

Back in his apartment, Patrick acted the total bottom. He sucked the man’s cock and then offered his ass. The man plowed him hard and deep. Patrick whimpered but did not scream when his virgin hole was penetrated or when later it was wrecked. When the man left, Patrick lay on his belly, his cock limp under him, his ass sore, his lust unsatisfied. He rolled on his back and touched his dick, cupping his balls. No, he was not a bottom. That was for sure. It wasn’t any of the causes he had researched. He had read that: “Having erection trouble from time to time isn't necessarily a cause for concern.” This gave him a breath of relief. He stroked and erected immediately, which he wasn’t able to do when he was sucking the man’s dick or when that dick was ploughing his ass. His load was humongous as he shot all over his bare, hairy chest, the first couple of squirts hitting his face and chin, the vivid image of Reggie’s butt in his mind.

Some ten minutes later, still naked, his cum drying into his chest hair and pubes, Patrick picked up the phone and called Reggie.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, lover,” Reggie’s effeminate voice came through.

“What you doin’?” Patrick said as his cock started to erect, still slimy from his earlier load.

“Pining for you,” Reggie snickered.

“Can you go somewhere and get naked for me?” Patrick stroked his hard cock.

“Baby, I’d get naked for you in the middle of Times Square!”

“Get the fuck naked Reg, and talk sexy to me.”

“Ohhh, my lover boy is horny.”

“Stop shitting with me. I want to cum. Up your ass. Fuck your brains. I want to rape you, you piece of hot ass.”

“I’m naked Pat,” came Reggie’s husky voice over the phone.

“Wait.” Patrick panted. “Get on Skype. I want to see your ass.”

“OOOO,” Reggie crooned when he saw Patrick’s cock, hard and covered with cum. “You’ve been a naughty boy, Pat. I want to eat it so bad baby.”

When Patrick exploded, he didn’t care that his cum covered his laptop’s screen, hitting Reggie’s image right at his exposed hole.

Still, Patrick was a little bit concerned.

As Patrick pulled out of Reggie’s ass two days later when Reggie returned, he heaved and lay on his back next to Reggie, his cock still hard and slimy with cum, plastered up on his belly, reaching almost up to his belly button. His hairy flat chest glistened with sweat, his abdominals rippling with the heavy panting.

Without turning around, Reggie mumbled: “What happened the other night, Pat?”

Fuck, Patrick thought, surprised at Reggie’s concern. He had brought himself to believe that the fiasco had gone and forgotten. Apparently, that was not the case.

Patrick turned sideways towards Reggie, spooning him, an arm around Reggie’s waist, his hand caressing his lover’s smooth chest. As if in answer to Reggie’s question, Patrick prodded his boyfriend’s small back with his hard cock.

“Baby, I love you,” he said into Reggie’s neck, nudging. “And there is no one else other than you.” He winced a little when he said this, remembering the night with the man from the bar. His ass twitched and squeezed tight at the memory. But that had not been love. It had just been a spur of the moment attempt at proving to himself that his masculinity, his virility, was intact.

“Fuck me again,” Reggie said pressing back on Patrick’s throbbing rod. “Make love to me, Pat. Fuck me. Love me. Oh Pat, fuck me.”

Patrick fucked his boy. It was his third penetration in a row since Reggie returned, his cock never losing its erection even after he had emptied his balls deep inside his lover’s ass over and over. And it was even sweeter, more fulfilling, this time. Not once, as he banged the offered ass, thrust after thrust, did Patrick consider going limp. And he didn’t. He filled his boyfriend with his third load, remained inside him, flexed his cock in the tunnel, and resumed pumping for a fourth bout of hot anal sex.

His cock was sore, but still semi-hard when he stepped under the hot water in the shower. There was nothing wrong with his manhood. He had just fucked and cummed four times and would have continued fucking forever, like the battery rabbit. He felt his dick quiver and it took him an effort not to jack off. Reggie seemed to be relieved.

But why had it happened? Patrick wondered, repeatedly.

Has it ever happened to you? Have you wondered why? Have you learned the cause? Email me so I can tell my man Patrick and set his mind at ease. Simon