As promised, we played last night. Lion said it wasn’t for very long. Considering our recent lack of anything sexual, I’d think something is better than nothing; don’t look a gift horse in the mouth; beggars can’t be choosers; etc. I don’t think he was really complaining. It just sort of rubbed me the wrong way.
I didn’t rub Lion the wrong way. I pulled out my handy-dandy rope and tied his balls up. Then I set about jerking him off. It didn’t take him long to get hard, but after a while it was clear we wouldn’t be getting to the edge. Obviously it felt good. He was hard. He was making all the right faces and bodily indications that things were on the right track. And then the engine ran out of steam.
There’s absolutely no reason for Lion to feel bad. I know he worries any time this happens. Is he broken? Will he ever be able to perform again? Nope. Not broken. Yes. He’ll be able to get past this. I’m not giving up. He shouldn’t either.
To me, this was the result of spending days in bed feeling like garbage. He keeps saying he’s feeling better and then he’s snoozing again. I think he’s not 100% yet. I think his mind is willing and his body is saying, “Let’s do this….um…..another time.” Completely understandable. It was, after all, our first attempt at anything in about a week.
We can try again tonight. No rush. Once I can manage not to cough so much, I’ll even complete the other part of my plans from last night, which was some oral fun for him. I didn’t think he’d have much fun being sucked between coughing fits. Not exactly sexy.
