I had been dreading the appointment for weeks, but the day had finally come. I had rehearsed the opening spiel in my head a hundred times in the car on the way to the specialist's office, but finally faced with the inevitable "How can I help you today?", my mind went blank.
"I can't cum." I blurted out, blushing furiously.
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The lead-up to this awkward encounter actually started several months ago. My girlfriend and I had a great sex life generally. We were perfectly matched, both with a high sex drive and a taste for variety.
One night, though, after a heavy evening of drinking, things didn't go well. We'd barely climbed onto the bed, grinding our clothed pelvises together before that familiar, inevitable feeling came over me.
Before I could even roll away from her, the orgasm overtook me, and with a shaking, grunting spasm I came in my pants.
Mortified, I jumped off the bed, stumbling a bit as the unexpected ejaculate seeped through leaving a dark, wet stain on the front of my jeans.
"Fuck." Was all I could say. "I'm sorry. I...I...don't know what just happened."
Veronica just laughed, good naturedly.
"Don't even worry about it." She tried to reassure me. "You're just drunk. Now get back here and go down on me, or has your tongue gone soft as well."
Too embarrassed to go on though, I just shook my head and rushed into the bathroom, taking my pants off and staring forlornly at what had always been my most dependable friend. How could my cock betray me like this?
In the coming days, I was so panicked that it might happen again that I just avoided Veronica altogether. Feigning a headache, I would go to bed early, then pretend to be asleep when she came in.
After a week, she called me out, basically throwing me on the bed and demanding that I fuck her. It had been a long week, and I was horny as hell, so of course I played along.
The whole time, though, I couldn't get the idea of coming too early out of my head. I was so focussed on making sure she was satisfied that I completely ignored my own sensations. As soon as I'd get even an inkling of building pleasure, I'd panic, quickly pulling out and changing positions, calculating maths equations in my head to keep me distracted.
Soon enough, after she had climaxed more than once, she rolled me over, and in her best fake-porno voice said;
"Now it's your turn, stud!"
Relaxing back on a pillow, I watched her twist and stroke and suck with an enthusiasm I'd never seen before. It was every man's dream to have a partner this devoted to pleasuring his cock.
Despite her best efforts though, my own orgasm remained elusive.
From time to time, I'd get the inkling of a building climax, but my mind would turn immediately to that shame I'd felt with my last orgasm, and it would float away, like the wisp of smoke from an extinguished match.
Eventually, as nothing seemed to be progressing, we both started to get bored. I couldn't believe it! Never in my wildest imagining had I ever considered the possibility of getting bored with sex.
I tapped her gently on the head.
"Sorry, babe, I think I'm just a bit tired tonight."
She looked up at me, perplexed and a little concerned.
"Am I doing something wrong?" she asked.
"No babe, no!" I hurried to reply. "It feels amazing. I just don't think I'm going to cum, that's all."
I did my best to reassure her, and eventually went to bed, trying to sleep with a still-hard cock.
That was how things played out from then on. We continued to have sex regularly, but no matter how hard I tried, an orgasm stayed just out of my desperate reach. We were both determined and persistent, trying different techniques, lubes, porn...anything! Most days I tried jerking off while she was still at work, but even that didn't solve the issue.
After the first couple of weeks, my cock was red raw from so much friction, and my balls were tight and aching from wanting to cum. I was as horny as a teenager, boning up at the most inconvenient times.
I searched the internet but was surprised to find very little help. Lots of solutions for cumming too soon, but nothing for the opposite problem.
Eventually, after several months, Veronica put her foot down.
"You have to go and see someone." She said, after yet another unsuccessful love-making attempt. "This is getting ridiculous."
It took another month of her hassling me before I finally fronted up to my family doctor.
Mortified to be having to discuss this with someone who'd known me as a baby, I tried to sound very medical and impersonal as I described the issue to him. Apparently stumped by the problem, and seeming reluctant to really discuss it, he gave me the number of a urologist and got me out the door as quickly as he could.
Yet another month passed while I waited for an available appointment, secretly hoping it would never arise.
But now, finally, I was here and had just blurted out that inelegant line.
I cringed internally, waiting for him to laugh or throw me out. Surprisingly he did neither. He nodded slowly and sat back in his chair, legs crossed and fingertips together.
"I see." He said gently. "Tell me more."
And so, I did. I outlined the whole scenario from beginning to end, barely taking a breath. Every embarrassing detail was laid out between us.
I watched him carefully as he took in my story, expecting judgement or ridicule, but instead he just looked interested and engaged. Somehow, I wasn't embarrassed to be telling this story to him.
Finally, I stopped talking and sat back, waiting for him to tell me there was nothing he could do. He stood up from his desk and gestured over to the examination couch behind a curtain on one side of the room.
"I see this problem a lot," He said, "and I think it's something I can help you with. I'd like to examine you before we go any further. Would you mind taking off all your clothes and putting on one of these gowns?" He gestured at a flimsy cloth gown on the end of the bed. "The opening goes at the back."
This part of a consultation always got to me. On one hand, I was not infrequently naked around other guys, in gym changerooms, skinny dipping with mates in my younger days, visits to the local pool.
