Machine by Normandie Alleman
9
Bridger
Dating Dynassy Barneswhen you had a dick that didn’t work properly was a bitch. Yes, I’d gotten some feeling down there, I could even get hard sometimes, but it wasn’t like I flipped a switch and now everything functioned perfectly. Not by a long shot. Now my penis was inconsistent at best, and unpredictable at worst.
The other day I’d woken up with morning wood the likes of which I hadn’t seen since before the accident. A great indicator that I was back to normal and a terrific start to my day, or so I thought. But that night, when things were heating up with Dynassy in my car after our date, the little pecker took a vacation on me.
First Dynassy and I were kissing then I went to second base, rounded the corner to third, and that beautiful, enticing woman started rubbing my crotch over my pants. I tried not to panic. This was the first time she’d reached her hand down there, and to my relief I could feel myself harden. So when she fumbled with my zipper and unfastened my jeans, I let her.
Major mistake.
Her delicate fingers wrapped around my erection, and she stroked me in a way that made certain she was an angel and I’d died and gone to heaven. I devoured her mouth as she drove my arousal to a fever pitch.
And then the fucker decided to go on hiatus.
Just when I was getting somewhere.
I mumbled some apologies, tugged back up my pants, and told her goodnight. The whole thing was awkward as hell, and I did not want a repeat of that crap if I could help it. I was short with Dynassy, and I’m sure she was confused by my erratic behavior, but I couldn’t explain it to her—not then. It was too humiliating.
The next morning I made an appointment with my doctor. When I told him what had happened, he shook his head with a testosterone-filled empathy that only another man could give.
“And this happened only the once?”
“Yes. I thought things were progressing, going in the right direction until then. Doc, what can I do to make it better?”
He shrugged. “Practice?”
“Seriously?”
“Nerve damage is funny.” He frowned. “Okay, not funny in this case. But it is peculiar. It’s like the nerves have a mind of their own. The fact that you have been able to have an erection, that’s a great sign. It tells us that the feeling is coming back. My suggestion is to try to use those nerves as frequently as you can.”
“Alone?”
He nodded. “Or with a partner.”
“No thanks.”
“Then just give it some test drives.”
“Regress to puberty and lock myself in the bathroom?”
We both laughed and he said, “Whatever it takes. I wish I had a magic pill for you, but this is one of those times where nature just has to take its course. You could try some of those testosterone supplements if you want. I don’t see how they could hurt as long as you take them as directed.”
So I left my doctor’s office with the strangest prescription ever: MASTURBATE.
When I got back home, I prepared myself for a self-stimulation session. I felt foolish making a big deal of it, but I had a lot riding on how this turned out. Years of my life had been spent recuperating from the hit I’d taken in Iraq, and this was the last piece of the puzzle that I prayed would finally make me whole again.
Sitting down on my bed, I considered what materials I should use to get excited. It seemed like too much pressure to think about Dynassy, so I lay back on my bed and I pulled up some porn vids on my laptop.
Ugh. That just made me think of work. No stirrings below the belt.
All of a sudden I wished for the old days of actual magazines, and I wished I’d thought to stop and pick one up on my way home from the doc’s. It did, however, give me an idea.
I had a Tumblr account that I’d used to post stills and GIFs from some of our shoots. I typed in the address and pulled up the site.
There I found exactly what I was looking for—still pics of people in all stages of fucking captured with artful lighting, airbrushed bodies, and perfect skin. I scrolled down and started getting hard as I perused the sexy images.
Armed with a bottle of lotion and a towel, I went to town, stroking my cock, enjoying the beautiful women and sex acts being performed on my screen. But that didn’t last long, and soon I found myself thinking about Dynassy.
Dynassy was the most alluring woman I’d ever met. I was drawn to her smile, that adorable smirk she only wore off camera. Those magnificent curves. That glorious heart-shaped ass. Damn, but I wanted her.
I jacked my cock faster.
I wanted her desperately. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to be able to take her, to own her completely. It meant everything to be able to make her mine.
I gritted my teeth and kept working my dick. I was so fucking close…
Closing my eyes, I imagined Dynassy beneath me, her big brown eyes looking up at me through impossibly long eyelashes fluttering with lust. Gripping my cock tighter, I jerked it faster and faster until finally I found my release.
Thick ropes of white fluid spurted from the head of my penis onto my leg.
“Fuck, yeah,” I said aloud, letting a massive wave of relief wash over me.
And as good as solo sex felt, I couldn’t wait to try out my new toy with Dynassy.
