Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2020 16:05:39 -0500
From: Jude St. Jude <judestjude2357@gmail.com>
Subject: Inadequate Men - Chapter 12 - Dawn

Inadequate Men

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Chapter 12 -- Dawn

Tom woke up naturally a few minutes before the alarm that had been set for
6 AM had gone off. He reached for his phone and shut off the alarm so that
it wouldn't wake up Jared. But as he turned back around toward Jared, there
he was with his eyes open, cute and curled up with the comforter under his
chin.

"Hey, Buddy, good morning," Tom said. "How did you sleep?"

"Good, thanks," said Jared. "How about you? Warm enough?"

Tom laughed, "Are you kidding? That electric blanket must be turbo
charged. It turned off like two hours ago and I'm still hot."

"I'll say," said Jared, "Especially here." He had his hand on Tom's balls
just at the base of his shaft, which was rock hard. He was careful to hold
onto the base and not slide his hand up Tom's sensitive shaft.

"Damn, that feels good," said Tom. He reached under the covers and slid his
hand past Jared's tight furry chest and stomach, and grabbed onto Jared's
equally erect dick. "Nice one, Buddy," he said, then added, "The best part
of waking up has nothing to do with Folgers."

Tom snuggled in closer to Jared, and the two men pressed up against each
other and kissed for a long time. Tom felt his dick rub up against Jared's
tight body and thick erection as they made out, and soon started to feel
that initial sensation he usually so dreaded, the building of sexual
tension in his balls that would all too soon release prematurely if he
wasn't very careful. He thought about pulling back from Jared, then
realized that for the first time in his life, he truly wasn't worried about
the problem that had been plaguing him since his early teens. He trusted
Jared so much, and believed that he had finally met a man who wouldn't call
things off or make him feel inadequate -- as more than a few other guys had
done -- if he couldn't hold back from ejaculating within the first few
minutes of being naked together. So he didn't pull back, instead pressing
himself even more forcefully into Jared's hot body, and kissing him more
passionately.

As for Jared, he felt so good pressing his morning erection up against
Tom's hard penis that he didn't want to stop. For him, the experience of
waking up next to a man was pretty new.

So many times, dates that had started off well had ended early. Jared could
always sense it before it happened, and it always filled him with
dread. When making out with a guy for the first time, he usually felt that
initial burst of sexual energy from skin to skin contact that gave him a
hard-on, or at least a semi, in his pants. Most guys would at some point
rub him through his pants, which always felt good. And for other guys, he
supposed, that was just where the fun began.

But for Jared, it often ended there. Once most guys felt a small protrusion
where a long, thick man's shaft should have been, Jared could sense their
disappointment a mile away. And once that happened, Jared could always feel
his face blush beet red with shame as his penis shrunk down to its smallest
size. And there he was once again, that small embarrassed boy in the shower
room, being examined by a "normal" boy who just couldn't grasp what was
wrong with him.

Only this time, it wasn't just another boy who was doing the examination, a
boy who was more or less as clueless about the male anatomy as Jared had
been. Instead, it was a full-grown man with a big cock that was ready for
business. Most of the guys Jared had dated were packing at least six
inches, and often more. In contrast, Jared's soft penis never topped 2
inches. Worse yet, when he was nervous and ashamed in the presence of
another man who was obviously disappointed with what he found in Jared's
pants, his shaft all but disappeared up into his small balls, with only his
tiny head sticking out. At those times, he really did look like a boy who,
although he had grown a little hair, had never fully grown up.

"Sorry, I guess I'm a little tired tonight." How many times had Jared
uttered those words? Or how about, "I guess I shouldn't have jacked off
earlier today."

Those guys never stayed over, as Tom had done. And even if they had, they
wouldn't have been like Tom was, eagerly accepting what Jared had to offer:
a small penis that took a lot of coaxing to get hard. And Jared figured
that Tom had had his own share of rejection to contend with. His penis
wasn't much longer than Jared's, and was much thinner. And he always had to
struggle very hard, and often in vain, to keep from shooting too soon. Most
guys didn't like that -- Jared knew he was the exception.

In fact, Jared was more than just the exception. Since the first time that
Tom had lost control in the shower room, Jared found that he was powerfully
turned on by the experience. He had played that scene over and over in his
head a thousand times: He remembered the tension that had built up between
the two men as they had both hesitated to reveal their small endowments,
each believing -- and with good reason -- that the other would reject him
for being an undersized guy.

And then, when both had found the courage to risk rejection, Jared
remembered how his chest had thudded with relief to see that Tom was not
only had small equipment but was embarrassed to reveal this fact. That
moment that they shared, daring to stand naked together in the shower room,
as so many guys did without hesitation, was a watershed for Jared. He had
never known until that moment how much he had longed for this simple, vital
connection with another man. And judging from the look on Tom's face, he
was equally relieved and grateful for the connection.

As Jared kissed Tom, now naked with him in his bed, he remembered how both
of them had drunk in the joy of standing naked together in the shower
room. It had been as if they could read each other's minds, or maybe just
that each could read in the other man's face how rare an occurrence this
was for both of them. Tom admitted later to Jared that he'd been hoping to
catch him in the shower and finally see him naked. And, of course, Jared
had spent a lot of effort making sure that no one -- no one -- would ever
discover that he was a man with a boysized endowment.

But Tom hadn't rejected him. That realization had turned Jared on so much
at the time that, for once, he found that he was struggling not to get an
erection, but rather to hold one down. Once he felt fully accepted by Tom,
his penis responded by engorging uncontrollably, as Tom's had done. It had
felt so good to let his penis get hard in front of Tom, knowing he could be
rejected for his size, only to find that Tom was also a small guy.

But what took the experience beyond anything Jared could have imagined was
what had happened next. He played it over and over in his head like his
favorite part of his favorite porn scene, that moment when Tom started
struggling to hold back from helplessly ejaculating in front of Jared. He
remembered how Tom had been struggling and then said, "Oh, no... I'm
gonna..." And Jared knew what Tom must be feeling, the feeling that every
man knows when he's gone irrevocably over the edge and an orgasm must
happen. Jared remembered how Tom had leaned against the shower wall and
tried desperately to hold back what was now inevitable. It seemed like an
agonizingly long time that Tom managed to hold it in, maybe hoping that the
feeling would reverse itself even as he knew that this was
impossible. Tom's struggle in these moments had awakened a torrent of
desire in Jared that he'd never known was there. He could see Tom bravely
fighting, not wanting to give in and ejaculate like this in front of Jared,
a guy he barely knew but obviously liked.

And then when Tom, admitting defeat, said "I can't ... I can't hold it...",
Jared had touched Tom for the first time on the shoulder, letting him know
it was all right. But it was way more than all right. And as Tom had
finally allowed himself release, rubbing himself and quickly squirting on
the shower wall, Jared found that he was just about there himself. His
penis was so hard and his balls so full and ready to unload that in the
moment he didn't even try to hide his abnormally juvenile way stroking
himself -- just a finger and thumb, like the boy he was when, at 12 or 13,
he first started to rub his penis without knowing exactly why except that
it felt good. Watching Tom's cum shoot out of his penis in that shower room
pushed Jared right to the edge, and a few strokes took him over.

Since then, Tom's repeated struggles to hold back from cumming too soon in
Jared's presence were all indelibly etched in his brain. Every time, Jared
soaked in the tension of Tom's struggle. Now, as he made out with Tom,
their bodies pressed together, Jared's dick was rock hard as it rubbed up
and down Tom's longer shaft. It felt so good rubbing his thick one up
against Tom's thinner dick. From time to time, Jared could feel the tiny
head of Tom's thin penis poke into his own, and he liked the sensation of
being, for once in his life, manlier than his partner.

But part of the thrill Jared was feeling came from knowing how Tom must be
feeling as Jared's penis continued to rub up against his own. He was glad
that Tom felt comfortable with him and wasn't pulling back from the
stimulation. At the same time, he knew Tom well enough to know that he must
be getting close to cumming, and was probably struggling a little to hold
back as long as he could. Jared could even feel that struggle in Tom's
kiss, and it made him want to devour his partner's mouth entirely into his
own.

Even better, Tom was rubbing Jared's right nipple as they kissed. He knew
that Jared loved that, and for Jared it felt ten times better knowing that
Tom knew that. Damn, it felt good.

Suddenly, Jared remembered that the bottle of lube was still on his own
nightstand. Without a word, he broke off from Tom for a moment, groped
around to find the bottle, and pried it open. Before Tom knew what was
happening, Jared poured it straight from the bottle onto his dick, then
lubed up his own dick with the stuff.

"Fuck," said Tom, "That feels good, but I'm already getting really
close..."

"No worries, Pal," Jared reassured him. "It happens when it happens." But,
of course, Tom's mentioning how close he was getting only got Jared more
turned on. He climbed on top of Tom and started grinding into him. The lube
was everywhere, a lot of it running down between Tom's legs. Jared pushed
his cock under Tom's balls and started pumping hard. He arched his back,
pushing his firm stomach into Tom's hard dick.

With every pump, Tom could feel his dick getting rubbed up and down by
Tom's lubed-up stomach. "I'm so close," he told Jared, and started rubbing
both of his nipples. "I can't hold it much longer..."

For Jared, the feeling was epic. His dick was buried under Tom's lubed up
balls, with Tom stroking both his nips and on the verge of shooting. All he
could say was "Fuck yeah... Fuck yeah..." before he pushed his lips once
more against Tom's and his cock erupted between Tom's legs. He could hear
himself letting out one long moan as his dick squirted again and again.

And Tom was moaning right along with him as his own orgasm hit. He felt so
good, so proud and deeply satisfied knowing that he had been able to hold
off long enough for Jared to cum, the way he knew a man should do. Knowing
in his heart that Tom wasn't going to reject him for ejaculating
prematurely, he felt somehow less keyed up about the whole thing, and he
knew that this had helped him hold off for his partner.

The two men lay for a while in a heap, not moving. Tom hoped the neighbors
hadn't heard them; Jared knew for a fact that they must have. Either way,
neither of them wished that the morning had gone differently.

Suddenly, Tom twisted around, placing his long legs over the side of the
bed and his feet on the floor. Without warning, he picked Jared up and
carried him into the bathroom, which contained a preposterously large
shower with floor-to-ceiling glass doors.

"You're stronger than you look," Jared said, as they waited for the shower
to heat up.

"Damn straight," said Tom. "And as for you... I think we have a might just
have a top on our hands."

They kissed again as water drenched their heads.

To be continued...


Thanks for reading! I've received a surprising number of responses from
readers who can relate to Jared and Tom -- either as a guy with a small
penis, a guy who cums quickly, or a guy who is slow to get hard. Just know
that you're not alone, my friend. And if you've thought about writing,
please do: judestjude2357@gmail.com. I promise to do my best to answer,
especially if you're feeling alone with no one to talk to about this
stuff.

Thanks again, TJ