I'm All Yours (2 page)

How much worse can things get?

Maybe I’m ill or coming down with something
,
and that’s the reason I couldn’t get it up tonight.

However, in
all honesty he felt just fine.
Hornier
th
an ever, in fact. In his mind
he’d wanted
to have
sex with her
,
but for
some reason his body didn’t share
t
he
same enthusiasm.

Kyle knew w
hat he’d try
. It was the perfect way to see if there was something actually physically wrong with him or not.
H
e’d watch his favorite raunchy triple X
-rated
movie while giving himself a
l
ittle self-
s
ti
mulation
. Without fai
l
that worked every single time.

He headed to the bathroom
where
he
took off his clothes, reache
d for a container of
lotion
, and then returned
to the b
edroom. He threw it
on
to the bed before pressing
the remote
to turn on the TV. He loaded in
the DVD and
got onto the bed. He squeezed some lotion into his hand and fast forwarded
it t
o the raunchiest
part of the movie
.
W
ell
, if you could call it a movie
.
A
nd
he
wrapped his hand around his dick.

Kyle rested his head back on the pillow and wat
ched as the man opened the woman’s
legs. Kyle ran his hands up and down his cock
,
knowing this scene always
made him
hard and ready to explode.

Tonight nothing.

He moved his hand faster
,
convinced
smoke wo
uld fly from
his cock
at
any seco
nd. He glanced at the screen again.
The woman’s
pussy looked so inviting
,
but still nothing was happening to him.

Eventually he gave up. His hand
was tired
.
H
is
dick, well, that was downright sore and
flopped on his thigh like it was sick and beat
en
.

Kyle tried to get his breath back after the exhausting effort.
He held his chest, feeling his heat beat against his palm.

I’m way
too young for Viagra.

“Shit,” shouted Kyle. “What the hell is happening to me?”

He reached across to the b
edside table and took hold of his cell phone
. Kyle punched the numbers of his manage
r’s home phone
.

“Hello. Tom Reeson speaking.”

It sounded like he’d
woke
n
Tom
up
. He probably
had
because
Kyle hadn’
t realized it was past
midnight
until he glanced at the alarm clock on his bedside table.

“Tom
.”

“Kyle, what the he
ll
? Y
ou
in some type of trouble?”

“Oh yeah, big time.”

“Okay, the
n
I think we should get your publicist to…”

“No, not any trouble like with my mom. This is
physical. I’m sick.”

“You want me to call a doctor?”

“I don’t know if one can help me
.
I can’t get an erection
.”

Tom burst out laughing. Kyle pulled the phone away from his ear
,
disgusted
that a
nother
man would be so flippant about this sort of problem.

“And
what’s so funny? I thought a guy would understand how I feel.”

“I do. It
ha
ppens to most of us older men
from time t
o time. Nothing to worry about,” said Tom.

“I’m thirty-
four
years old for fuck’s sake. These things a
ren’t supposed to happen to guys my age.”

“You do know
that
a man’
s past his prime at
eighteen?
I’m guessing your dick
just need
s
some rest and relaxation. If I know you, you’ve
been using it too much lately. You
ever thought about
settlin
g down and devoting it
to
just
one woman?”

“That would break my female fans’ hearts.”

“Kyle, you’re
a great looking guy
, not married and heading fast to forty
.
I’m guessing most of them think you’
re gay
,
so
they’re probably not holding their breaths waiting for you
.”

Tom was offering no sympathy whatsoever.
In fact, he was making matters worse.

“I’m not getting married
just for the sake of my image
,
and I will get my cock working again. You know any doctors
who will
keep my visit
confidential?
I mean if this got into the tabloids
,
I’d be finished.”

“Yeah, I’ll see wh
at I can do, but in the morning…
please. Good night
,
Kyle
.
J
ust
get a good night’s rest like I was trying to do before the phone woke me.”

King of sarcasm
–
that’s what Kyle liked most about his manager.

“Okay, just give me a call when you’ve set up an appointment because I’d like to nip this problem in the bud as soon as I can.”

*
***

Evie
sat in her dressing room
drinking coffee
and paging through one of the magazines
her producer had placed on her desk that morn
ing. As the entertainment correspondent,
she had to keep
up
on who was who, who was dating who
m
, who was divorcing who
m
, and who was the next big thing.

She was due on set in twenty minutes to give her wee
kly entertainment
round
-
up report and
had a few minutes to spare b
efore she headed downstairs to the
main
studio
. She flipped the pages until she arrived at the
inside back
page
when she
almost
choked
on her coffee. Some of it trickled out of her mouth and splashed
on
to
the blouse the wardrobe
la
dy had insisted she wear today
.

Kyle Daley’s photo glared back at her. His face, like her blouse,
was
splashed with coffee. All he wore was his familiar
,
sickening
,
phony smile
,
and a towel wrapped about his waist
.
He was advertising a new razor with four blades that gave you the close
s
t shave of your life. Evie
knew what she’d like to do
to him
with that razor.

“Evie
, ten minutes
‘til
show time.” T
hat was the
assistant
director banging on her door.

She
dabbed at the coffee
stain on her blouse and just as
quickly tried to put the image of Kyle’s half
-
dressed body out of her mind. The man really thought he was something special.
And that sickening smirk on his face.
Her efforts to clean the coffee spill were making things worse
,
and she had only a few minutes to go. Maybe no one would notice it.

Evie walked out on
to the
set
,
and the director handed her some notes.
She took her cue and then got into position at her news desk during the commercial break.

She watched as the director counted down
with his fingers held up in front of her,
and then
th
e light on the camera flashed red
.

“Good morning
.
T
his
is Evie Winters here
,
with your
weekly entertainment update…”

*
***

Kyle opened his
eyes and realized he’d fallen asleep and
slept all
night wi
th
his TV switched
on
. At
least he’d had the good sense to turn the volume down before he’d drifted off.
He yawned and rubbed his eyes before focusing on the screen again.