She told me how I drove her so crazy, how she needed me inside her, how she wanted me to be her first. I quickly took off my pants and gently rubbed her wet pussy, her gasps urging me on.
But when my pants came off, my dick just sort of faltered. No matter how hot she was, how beautiful, the little soldier refused to work. I frantically jerked it off, praying for a response, but it remained limp.
She started to urge me on, asking - nay - begging for it. But it only made me more nervous.
Suddenly she sensed something was wrong and she sat up, and gently touched my cheek and asked what was going on with me.
I looked away ashamed and told her I couldn't do it. After some gentle prodding from her I admitted I couldn't get it up.
She looked at me so sad, her eyes dropping, and I could see her lip trembling.
"Is it... am I not pretty enough?" asked the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.
I tried to reassure her but she shuffled away from me, fully blaming herself.
I was scared guys. I was terrified to admit the truth. But I told her.
"It's not because of you," I said.
At this point in my life I was still very scared that my brother's actions had turned me into a fag, so while I didn't realize that it was because of my subconscious association of sex with negative feelings causing my erectile dysfunction, I did at least recognize that what he did was the root of my floppy problems.
I started to cry, and that's when I told her "it's nothing to do with you, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen... I'm the broken one."
Instantly she hugged me, rubbing my back and asking me what I meant.
I admitted to her that I was scared of telling her, scared of her leaving me. She assured me how much she loved me and swore on her life she would stand by me no matter what.
Finally I came out with it. I told her that my brother used to rape me, and that I thought because of him molesting and raping me I was broken and couldn't do it with her.