Sometimes a little persistence and patience can really pay off. I learnt this in a very, very good way from my partner early in our relationship. We were both younger than we are now (but not by too much) and very much in love (which we still are). I'd been with a couple of guys before him who were happy to take things at full speed and so I think I maybe expected the same from him. But to my surprise, he seemed to be content, if not determined even, to take as much time as possible before we did more than even just kiss, never mind had sex!
To begin with, I was immediately concerned that he might just not like me in that way and admittedly I felt very insecure for a few weeks. Eventually though we sat down and talked about it and he explained he wanted nothing more in the world than to be that intimate with me but that he just wasn't 'ready' yet. I took that to mean he might be one of those 'no sex before marriage' types which is admirable but definitely not what I was after. But again, he put my mind at ease by telling me that as soon as he was ready, he was going to do everything I could imagine. I have a killer imagination.
After a few months of not really doing anything, he suddenly scooped me up one evening and took me to bed. I can't tell you how excited I was that this might finally be it! I threw my clothes off and pulled off his shirt and we began by kissing passionately. I revelled in the feel of his body against mine, but before I could even think about touching him and feeling his hard cock in my hands, his kisses started to migrate further and further down my body, stopping for a moment at my breasts to tease my nipples with his tongue, but then carrying on until he reached my vagina.
What followed was some of the most surprisingly effective and enthusiastic oral I'd ever received from anyone, male or female! He seemed to know every spot to place his tongue and every movement he needed to make to drive me wild. I came again and again, expecting him to stop after each orgasm, but he just kept going like his life depended on it.
Eventually I made him stop, pushed to near exhaustion by the amount of pleasure I'd experienced and feeling like, even for me, we'd done the foreplay to death now. All I wanted was his cock inside me and to feel him experience the pleasure he'd given me all evening. But instead he asked if 'that was ok?' and just crawled up the bed beside me. I must have looked quite confused because he seemed to deflate a little and explained that he thought he was ready but he clearly wasn't yet and so decided that he needed to do what he'd done so that I wouldn't have to go without the pleasure his advances had promised. I thanked him but was still a little confused. He wouldn't elaborate any further.
This continued on for the next couple of months, him eating me out and making me cum on almost a daily basis, and whilst the pleasure was amazing, it began to feel less and less satisfying. I wanted to make him feel like he was making me feel and once again that insecurity started to creep in as it became clearer to me what was happening. Once or twice I'd managed to sneak a grab or a stroke of his crotch and well... it wasn't like I expected. He never got hard, not once.
The bizarre thing was I could tell he loved me, adored me even, and there was no doubt he thought I was hot. I could tell all of this just by looking at his eyes when he saw me both clothed and naked. But the fact I didn't seem to be able to 'arouse' him started to make me feel very substandard as a sexual partner and his abject refusal to allow me to do anything to him made my frustration build up inside me.
Eventually, we once again had to sit down and have 'the talk'. I told him everything I was thinking and feeling, not to hurt or embarrass him, but to hopefully make him understand where I was coming from. Whilst he clearly was hurt, he also explained that he did understand my frustration. He told me he was frustrated too. For a moment I thought he might just leave it there but he was just collecting his thoughts.
He revealed that for all his adult life, he'd never once been able to get an erection. He'd tried masturbation, watching porn, being intimate with women but nothing ever happened. He said he'd even tried watching some gay porn to see whether that was the issue and hopefully get some closure, but it did as little for him as everything else did. If nothing else it made him even more insecure for the amount of erect penises he saw.
