"It's no use, I can't; I simply can't"

"But we're almost there. This time, we're almost there, Kyle," I said, trying to keep the pleading tone out of my voice, nearly overcome with the passion of the moment and not wanting to stop here.

But stop here we did. This time Kyle had managed to suck me hard after what seemed to be an interminable time of preparation through fondling and kissing. And I was just maneuvering him to my lap, to setting his well-prepared and opened ass on my throbbing cock, when he froze again. I could feel the tension in his body, the stiffening of his muscles. And I could almost feel his ass close tight around the thumb I had in it to prepare the way for my cock.

He turned over on his side in the bed and I could tell he was fighting hard not to break out into sobs. I know I was trying just as hard not to show my utter frustration and disappointment.

"I'm so sorry," Kyle whispered. "I want you; I really do. I just can't will my body to carry through with this. It's no use. We'll simply have to stop trying."

"Shush, shush, baby," I said in my most comforting voice. I lay down behind Kyle and drew him to me in my embrace. I pulled him close to my engorged cock so that it ran up the small of his back, letting my cock tell him in no uncertain terms how badly I wanted him.

I wrapped my arms around him in a close embrace, waiting, hoping that he would lose the tension and he could make another try to permit me this ultimate intimacy. We were lovers in every sense but this, but we both needed this final melding of our bodies. I needed to fuck Kyle.

I would fuck Kyle. I just had to find a way. We just needed to get across this barrier of him mind and body resisting my possessing him to the fullest.

I stroked his body until I could feel the tension draining out of him. His breathing told me he was near sleep. I took my hand and pushed my cock to his crack and I started to slowly dry fuck him across his crack, letting the side of my cock rub against the rim of his ass, trying to bring him into the mood.

But I felt him tense right up again. "I can't do it, Clem, I just can't. I'm so sorry."

"There, there," I shushed him, returning to stroking his body, trying to release the tension once more.

"Do you think a surrogate would help?" I asked after a lengthy time of calming him down once more.

"A surrogate? What do you mean a surrogate?" he asked with a dreamy whisper.

"A woman, maybe," I said. I wasn't quite sure what I was saying myself, but he was showing interest at this idea, so it was something for me to try to develop. "Perhaps I could feel as close to you if I watched you fuck a woman and maybe was permitted to do some fondling while you two were doing it." I had no illusions that this would be enough for me, but it was at least another way to approach it.

"Maybe," Kyle said after a few moments of silence.

At least it was a