Oz Beach Boy Shows Abbie Chatfield

"I'm so sorry, Abbie," I muttered again. "I just couldn't help myself...it just happened."

"Well, listeners," Abbie said. "We've certainly ended this interview about big dicks with a bang! Thanks for coming on the show, Matt...literally!"

"Thanks for having me," I laughed, and grabbed at my clothes folded over the studio chair. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry...I really can't believe this."

As I hung my head guiltily in shame, Sharna looked at me again and then put on a song from the control room to end the show.

The producer gave me a very, very naughty and knowing smile as Queen's song "Misfire" started to pound through the studio's speakers.

The sexy Sharna was teasing me mercilessly and she loved it. She pointed at me and laughed.

I still couldn't believe that I'd literally blown my load on the delightful Abbie Chatfield, who was still laughing about what had just happened.

Thankfully, she appeared to find the whole crazy situation more funny than offensive or disgusting.

I'd been tripped up many times by my disappointing lack of orgasmic control, but this was a new low. I'd made a complete fool of myself.

As I clumsily pulled my underpants back on over my now slack cock, I had never been so embarrassed in my entire life.

I had ejaculated in a matter of seconds on national radio, and then blasted the show's host with my escaping semen.

Even for me, the humiliation was complete, utter and abject. Thank god for anonymity -- if not for that, I would have been a national joke.

"Jesus Christ," the cheeky, now off-the-air, and subsequently even more candid Abbie Chatfield said with a big smile. "If we ever do a show about premature ejaculation, I know who to call!"