The lack of heating in the room stiffens my nipples and I start to feel the cold.Lee: The prick still has the badge on his shorts. Better get them off...as well queer!I start to panic and plead with Trish at how I am being treated by her dick of a boyfriend.Trish: It's fine Chris. No ones going to worry or even bother with you when your watching the game in your boxers.I had totally forgotten that I was also a collector of footy underwear. On that very day I had chosen to wear blue chelsea boxers. Iwatched her breasts move under the fabric, her dark nipples visible throughthe weave of the knit, and I felt something stir inside of me. My old lust,my male lust. Something remained of that at least. But where was my penis? What was I feeling?I pushed the women away and sat up, the blood rushing to my head. I feltdesperately at my crotch, looking for some vestige of my maleness. The womenfluttered around me, giggling at my desperation. I shouted obscenities, andmy voice was strange and. What he gave her before is what made her fall in love with him. Now, unfortunately, not much more than she got from her dog, Gracie, loyalty, companionship, and friendship has replaced romance, seduction, and sex. If only for today, Valentine’s night, he’d romance and seduce her, she’d be so happy. Is it too much to ask to have him give her a special evening of sensual pleasure one day a year? Is it too much to want to feel wanted and desired again? Too proud to ask, too hurt to make an issue. I was twenty-five, married to a slender, pretty redhead and had never felt any sexual attraction to men. I wrote the incident off as a drunken, meaningless folly. It took a while but things would change for me in a big way.Fast forward five years or so and I am still married and have a satisfying sex life. Friday night after work was always time for a few drinks with the boys, I never missed it. As the night wore on and people went home to their families the last two holdouts were John and me..