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Failing
Tom instructed me to be at the "Eagle" the following Saturday, bare-chested and wearing only bathing shorts, so that my newly shaved body would be on display. Knowing the Eagle crowd, I was pretty sure that I wouldn't wear my shorts all evening. But what excited me most was to finally meet Daddy Joe again.
I arrived rather early. It cost me quite an effort to take off my t-shirt. The "Eagle" is a leather bar, where you could often see bare-chested guys, but I felt a bit shy because of my clean-shaven body. This had not been my style so far, and everybody could see the transformation I was undergoing. It was quite reassuring that some of my friends were there: Tom (who already knew what I looked like) and Lenny complimented me on my new look. Lenny even insisted that I looked hotter than ever. Actually, he himself seemed to be in heat and kept on coaxing me into touching and kissing him. More than ever I had the impression that he wanted to get fucked by me. I had always turned down his advances, but this time something strange happened to me: Be it that I didn't feel man enough to turn him down, or be it that some reminiscence of my dominant strain made me want to fuck him. I had never considered him worthwhile prey, because he was so easy to conquer, but now it was different. Perhaps, I even feared that he was the last one I COULD conquer. So after some time, I found myself embracing Lenny from behind in the backroom of the Eagle. His trousers were down and so were my shorts, my semi-hard dick brushing his buttocks. He whispered "Fuck me!" into my ear. The position was very familiar to me. My cock would get hard in an instant and I would fuck the guy before me, impregnate him with my sperm. But this time, it was different. I just couldn't do it. Something inside my subconscious mind told me that it wasn't OK for me to actively fuck a guy. I tried to silent the inner voice that told me that I was the one to be fucked, but I couldn't. I wanted to proceed, but my subconsciousness stopped me again and again. Lenny got rather frustrated and I finally had to apologize to him. This was nothing like me. In my former life, I did not apologize to my fuck buddies for anything. I just fucked them. My libido never failed me. And even if it had, I wouldn't admit it. Perhaps, I would fist my underling, but never would I apologize for what I did or didn't when it came to sex.
Lenny insisted that I tried again, but again I failed. I just couldn't dominate him anymore, order him around, make him suck me off. It didn't work and I had to acknowledge it. I apologized to Lenny again and suggested that I would offer him a drink at the bar. We left the backroom. When we came back to the bar, there was Daddy Joe.
To be continued ...