Erectile Overfunction Novels & Stories

It makes him groan while still holding me tightly against himself and squeezing relentlessly against my ass. "Oh my fucking god," he whispers against my lips, and in the next few minutes, I feel his manhood erect and hard once again, brushing against my thighs. Oh crap, how I just love how healthy he is. For God's sake, is he a human being at all? Who the hell orgasms more than three times in one round of sex and is still even getting erect after all that stress? I guess his excessive workouts and gyms are really, really paying off on him because, man, I don't think I might be able to let go of him anytime soon.

And the worst part of it all — the possibility that the boy I had loved and raised for years might not even be mine. That was the day something inside me broke. And since then, nothing has been the same. Especially not my body. That night, two weeks ago, I had just stepped out of Dr. Martin Alpheaus’s office. The man had been my doctor and friend for years, but even he looked uncomfortable delivering the news. “You have been diagnosed with psychogenic erectile dysfunction,” he said quietly. I stared at him. “What exactly does that mean?” I asked slowly. “Don’t tell me you’re about to say I’m impotent. Like you also believe Venessa's lies against me.”

"Babe," she moved her lips to his ear. "A lot of things happened. Did you forget?" "I don't know what to remember," he whispered as they kissed passionately. "You aren't hard," she noticed and slid her hand inside his pajamas. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I thought about you, but I think I have erectile dysfunction." "Really?" She smirked as she removed her top and guided his hand to her left breast. His eyes dilated in admiration. He gently squeezed it as he kissed her lips. "It is bigger than before."

I was only turned on when it came to power and violence, reaching ecstasy when I witnessed carnage and the intensity of power. It came as no surprise when the doctor diagnosed me with erectile dysfunction. This is the worst form of humiliation a man can endure. No one knew my secret, and no one can ever know. I’ve tried for years to enjoy sex, any form of intimacy and I failed. I’ve fucked she-wolfs constantly; it became a tedious task to continuously fake my enjoyment. There was no satisfaction, no pleasure, no euphoria that everyone spoke of.

“What are you trying to say?” “I didn’t sleep with that b&tch. Either of them.” My grip tightened around my coffee cup. “I have had erectile dysfunction for the past 10 years,” he contined calmly. “Without medication, nothing works.” I froze. “The night of that conference, that b&tch and her sister were circling me like vultures. I knew something was off, but I wasn’t worried. I thought my condition made me safe.” He let out a bitter laugh.

((( Rhio POV’s ))) “Probably? So we can’t exactly be sure?” I grunted while I remembered to have refused some sessions that I didn’t know the purpose of. “In some cases, this condition doesn’t get cured. But positivity doesn’t hurt either,” he answered as he stretched his back, “I’ve just gotten back from Bahamas and you’re already giving me this much headache.” A long pause. “As soon as your sperm count hike up even just a little you have to do something immediately,” Eriez advised.

My gaze dips lower, landing on his perfectly tight ass, and a memory flickers of how it felt under my palms that night. When Dorian spins around, heat rushes into my cheeks. His smirk tells me everything, that cocky grin that says he knows I was staring. His erection is still straining against the fabric, and I can’t stop wondering if that’s even normal. It can’t be. There must be some medical issue. No guy should be carrying on a casual conversation like this with a hard-on that huge. And I mean enormous. He’s anything but small.

I felt hollow, like someone had scooped my insides out and left only a shell behind. “Are you saying… it’s permanent?” I croaked, my throat dry. He folded his hands. “We can explore options like prosthetics or hormone therapy to assist in limited ways, but natural function, spontaneous arousal, no. I’m afraid that’s not possible anymore.” I let out a shaky breath. The walls seemed to be closing in. “I don’t… I don’t even know how this happened,” I whispered. “It could be a combination of things,” Dr. Hughes said gently. “Chronic stress. Undiagnosed diabetes. Blood pressure issues. Past trauma. It’s usually multifactorial.”

Still, as a side-effect, I got really impressive erections that weren't a result of sexual stimulation, and they would sometimes last for an hour or more before I would soften. I did feel aroused as a result of my random hard-ons, but I had stopped masturbating every time I got one. It did give me relief and made the erection go away for a while, but it also left me feeling physically drained and a little light-headed. I had been trying to ignore the persistent erections and focus on my exercises instead. I didn't realize it had been an entire week until Stacy pointed it out. It wasn't just my dick that was grotesquely swollen after all this time. My balls were extremely full and tender. I b

I never thought I would let a woman dominate me, but here I am. I can feel her overflowing frustration as she tried to pump my uncooperative cock. I pushed her away from me. It was starting to bruise my ego. "What is wrong with you?!" she screamed. I tried to avoid having this argument but she didn't want to let it go. I was already getting sick and tired of it! "I have erectile dysfunction," I stated, finally revealing the truth.