Chapter 2: So I Made A Plan

‘What or who were you dreaming about when you tried unsuccessfully to fire?’ Danny asked. ‘Usually, it was girls I’d seen around at the hospital,’ Jake said, and occasionally some on tv.’ ‘What about when you fired successfully?’ ‘The same.’

‘Were you aware of any common theme between the dreams that were successful, or between the ones that weren’t?’ Danny asked. ‘Nothing I can think of,’ Jake told him. ‘And I have thought about it a lot.’ Danny reached his feet and started back up.

‘Can you remember the first time you failed to fire?’ ‘Vividly,’ Jake said, ‘It was three weeks after I started at the hospital. I suddenly found myself surrounded by lots of lovely women all day. On the night in question, I thought I could resume.’ ‘So, if you were trying to resume, you must have stopped previously.’ Danny said.

‘Can you tell me when you stopped?’ Jake opened his mouth to reply but Danny had reached his cheeks again. He remained silent whilst he enjoyed the lovely feeling it sent through him. It felt so lovely he even thought he’d be sure to be able to fire that night just remembering the massage on his cheeks.

‘It wasn’t a conscious decision on a specific occasion,’ Jake said bringing his mind back as Danny moved on upwards. ‘I suppose really it was when I got shot in the back that brought it to a stop. I had done it a couple of times in Afghanistan in the months previously.’

‘I didn’t do it very often on active duty because I rarely slept alone. There were other soldiers in the same room in very close proximity and I was too embarrassed at the idea of anyone realising what I was doing. Although a lot of the others weren’t as fussy and didn’t care if everyone else knew what they were doing.’

‘Then by the time my back had healed enough for me to leave hospital and sleep in my own room, I’d lost all interest.’ Danny reached his head and gave it a brief massage. Taking his hands off he told him to turn over.

As Jake settled on his back, his cock had gone soft and was lying loose between his legs. Even soft it still looked big. Danny massaged his head as he studied him. ‘Since you last fired yourself two months ago, how many unsuccessful attempts have you made?’

‘About six, I think.’ Jake told him as Danny massaged the front of his shoulders. ‘I tried a couple of times each week for three weeks, then I was so frustrated about it, I just gave up trying.’ Did you try thinking of anything else to help, apart from the women you saw?’ Danny asked as he massaged through his chest hairs.

Jake went slightly red and went quiet for a while. Then he thought to himself, ‘There’s no point me hiding anything from Danny if I want him to help me.’ ‘Yes, I did,’ he admitted. ‘I thought about Chris and being at home.’

At that point Danny moved from his chest onto his stomach. Jake was suddenly aware that Danny might soon be massaging his cock. It immediately stood up hard and waved about. ‘He’s waving at me to say don’t leave me out, I want to be friends too.’ Danny told him, making him laugh.

‘Did thinking about Chris have any effects on the result?’ Danny asked. ‘Not really,’ Jake told him, ‘But it did seem to keep me trying a bit longer.’ At that point Dannys hands moved into his pubic hairs. As he ran his fingers through them, Jakes cock was waving about all over the place.

When Danny took hold of it with one hand as he ran his fingers up and down each groin, it throbbed happily in his grip. But when Danny ran one finger all over it, then gave it a stroke, Jake gave a howl of delight. ‘Looks like it’s working fine to me.’ Danny told him.

A massage over Jakes balls produced another howl of delight, then as Danny moved on down his legs, it stayed standing up and waving happily as Danny asked, ‘When you were trying to fire, how did you decide that there was no point in continuing?’

‘Sometimes I’d just feel fed up and stop,’ Jake answered, ‘Sometimes my cock would start to feel sore because I’d kept trying too long. And often my cock would just go soft.’ ‘Well, there are many things that can cause that,’ Danny told him, ‘But one of the major causes is worry.’