I'm All Yours by Vanessa Devereaux Page A

robably tell all her friends , so when I’m on TV they’ll all laugh , and they’ll tell two friends , and…
    How much worse can things get?
    Maybe I’m ill or coming down with something , and that’s the reason I couldn’t get it up tonight.
    However, in all honesty he felt just fine. Hornier th an ever, in fact. In his mind he’d wanted to have sex with her , but for some reason his body didn’t share t he same enthusiasm.
    Kyle knew w hat he’d try . It was the perfect way to see if there was something actually physically wrong with him or not. H e’d watch his favorite raunchy triple X -rated movie while giving himself a l ittle self- s ti mulation . Without fai l that worked every single time.
    He headed to the bathroom where he took off his clothes, reache d for a container of lotion , and then returned to the b edroom. He threw it on to the bed before pressing the remote to turn on the TV. He loaded in the DVD and got onto the bed. He squeezed some lotion into his hand and fast forwarded it t o the raunchiest part of the movie . W ell , if you could call it a movie . A nd he wrapped his hand around his dick.
    Kyle rested his head back on the pillow and wat ched as the man opened the woman’s legs. Kyle ran his hands up and down his cock , knowing this scene always made him hard and ready to explode.
    Tonight nothing.
    He moved his hand faster , convinced smoke wo uld fly from his cock at any seco nd. He glanced at the screen again. The woman’s pussy looked so inviting , but still nothing was happening to him.
    Eventually he gave up. His hand was tired . H is dick, well, that was downright sore and flopped on his thigh like it was sick and beat en .
    Kyle tried to get his breath back after the exhausting effort. He held his chest, feeling his heat beat against his palm.
    I’m way too young for Viagra.
    “Shit,” shouted Kyle. “What the hell is happening to me?”
    He reached across to the b edside table and took hold of his cell phone . Kyle punched the numbers of his manage r’s home phone .
    “Hello. Tom Reeson speaking.”
    It sounded like he’d woke n Tom up . He probably had because Kyle hadn’ t realized it was past midnight until he glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table.
    “Tom .”
    “Kyle, what the he ll ? Y ou in some type of trouble?”
    “Oh yeah, big time.”
    “Okay, the n I think we should get your publicist to…”
    “No, not any trouble like with my mom. This is physical. I’m sick.”
    “You want me to call a doctor?”
    “I don’t know if one can help me . I can’t get an erection .”
    Tom burst out laughing. Kyle pulled the phone away from his ear , disgusted that a nother man would be so flippant about this sort of problem.
    “And what’s so funny? I thought a guy would understand how I feel.”
    “I do. It ha ppens to most of us older men from time t o time. Nothing to worry about,” said Tom.
    “I’m thirty- four years old for fuck’s sake. These things a ren’t supposed to happen to guys my age.”
    “You do know that a man’ s past his prime at eighteen? I’m guessing your dick just need s some rest and relaxation. If I know you, you’ve been using it too much lately. You ever thought about settlin g down and devoting it to just one woman?”
    “That would break my female fans’ hearts.”
    “Kyle, you’re a great looking guy , not married and heading fast to forty . I’m guessing most of them think you’ re gay , so they’re probably not holding their breaths waiting for you .”
    Tom was offering no sympathy whatsoever. In fact, he was making matters worse.
    “I’m not getting married just for the sake of my image , and I will get my cock working again. You know any doctors who will keep my visit confidential? I mean if this got into the tabloids , I’d be finished.”
    “Yeah, I’ll see wh at I can do, but in the morning… please. Good night , Kyle . J ust get a good night’s rest like I was trying to do before the phone