Half the Man Ch. 02

He picked up the antiseptic wipes, and bandages off the makeup table and set about dressing the angry wounds. He wiped the jagged line that started just inside the hairline. He gently dabbed the trail and its branches that ended under his jaw and chin. He ran his tongue along the stitches inside his mouth for the thousandth time, and touched his damaged cheek lightly. It was still very swollen, and angry looking. After several seconds he remembered the cream and applied it liberally to the entire left side. Satisfied, Dylan covered up the injured area took his meds and left the bathroom.

The living room was dark and the television silent. He looked into the kitchen and found the patio door still open. He stepped outside and after his eyes adjusted he saw the glow of her phone at the pond's bench. Anger welled within him, "She's probably talking with mommy dearest. After what happened, I can only imagine the advice Mari is getting." He growled and went back inside.

His mood turned dour and with a long sigh Dylan looked to the heavens, "Shit, it was just three months ago 'that' woman told Mari my job was a dead end and she could do better than me. I wondered why she was so edgy for those few weeks. I didn't hear what that bitch said until after I surprised Mari with flowers to celebrate my promotion. When I told her I got a ten percent raise with another five percent in six months she called her mother."

He hobbled to the bedroom and laughed a sardonic laugh, "After that call, she didn't speak to her for a week. Best week of our marriage."

He lay down on the bed. Almost immediately his revelry was replaced with melancholy, "I hate to admit it and I know she's a bitch, but at least Mari talks with her mom. My parents want nothing to do with me after we eloped."

The medication's grip tightened and his eyelids fluttered closed. Dylan's breathing evened, and the troubled young man fell into a deep sleep.

**

The gentle patter became louder as the snare drum beat intensified. Rain mercilessly hit the window as ominous clouds swirled outside. A brief light illuminated the room followed several seconds later by a distant rumble and a half awake form stirred, but not for that reason.

"Oh yeah, that feels so good. That's it babe rub my cock," he whispered as he sleepily guided his wife's limp hand to his manhood. "Oh god yes, fondle my shaft, tease me love; make me grow big." He wrapped her around his penis and groaned. "Oh yeah baby you did it, I'm huge. Feel my big dick. I...I...can't hold out..."

Another flash, immediately followed by a thunderous ka-boom woke the sleeping pair up.

"What was that noise?" Mari cried and bolted upright in the bed.

"It's just a storm honey just a thunderstorm." Dylan sleepily answered and with a contented yawn stretched his arms over his head.

She chuckled at herself, and rubbed her eyes. Suddenly she screamed and turned the nightstand light on, "What the fuck is this sticky stuff in my eye and on my hand?"

"What-ever are you talking about dear?" he snickered.

Mari grabbed a tissue, wiped her tearing eye then looked over at her husband. His chest was covered with creamy white, 'Cum?'

She gazed lower and saw more white sticky stuff pooled around his shriveled member.

Puzzled she crossly spouted, "How the hell did you cum? You can't get it up. Your cock hasn't worked since the accident. It's fucking broken." As soon as the words left her mouth, she gasped at their harshness.

Dylan abruptly sat up and asked, "What did you say?" He winced at the sharp pain from his leg and inside his mouth.

She awkwardly replied, "I'm sorry umm, I didn't mean to say it like that." Tears formed in her blue eyes. "Honey y...your...umm manhood isn't working right now, there's a prob..."

"Bullshit, bull-fucking-shit!" he said in disbelief, "Just yesterday morning I had a wet dream. It isn't broke and just a few moments ago you got me hard and I came just as the thunder finished waking us up. I am not broken! In fact I'm ready for round two." He reached for his wife. "It's been three long weeks so wrap those luscious lips around your little toy and..."

She abruptly got off the bed and with tears falling freely the exasperated woman sobbed, "No Dylan I lied to you yesterday morning, I did try that night. I fondled your cock. I sucked and sucked. It didn't respond to anything I did. I got real worried, I tried to wake you but couldn't. When morning came, I didn't want to say anything. After work, I went to the coffee shop and read up on all your medicines side effects. Honey they are preventing you from growing. You'll be okay after you're off a few of the meds, please believe me."

"It wasn't a wet dream? You tried to get me hard, and it didn't work? God damn it Mari you fucking lied to me." Anger coupled with fear gripped him and he trembled, "Fuck, and now your bullshitting me again. You won't try now, because we've been having issues. You are deliberately withholding sex from me. Damn it woman, there's nothing wrong with my dick, and you know it. Here let me show you." He replied defiantly and started to fondle himself.

"It's got nothing to do with the way you look or—our fighting. It...it's the medications. Please believe me," she cried and wiped her tear stained cheeks.

The young man rubbed his penis furiously, but nothing happened. He rolled his fingers over the head and felt all the gloriously wonderful sensations—but still nothing happened. He pulled and massaged his cock. He arched his back and his balls tightened, but his penis stayed flaccid.

He moaned, "I am close and it's not doing anything." He stopped masturbating and heard his wife's loud sob.

Frustration became uncertainty, and that led to a mournful frightened cry. "What the fuck is going on?"

End of Chapter 2

to be continued...