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I want to thank our new friends over at KwikMed (http://www.KwikMed.com) and ViagraCash (http://www.ViagraCash.com): Dan, Kim, and Keith, who provided me with my first experience with that little blue pill, Viagra.BUSINESS THREADS

I want to thank our new friends over at KwikMed (http://www.KwikMed.com) and ViagraCash (http://www.ViagraCash.com): Dan, Kim, and Keith, who provided me with my first experience with that little blue pill, Viagra. They stopped by our office and I asked for a sample. I have always been curious. I am always looking for a new level of sexuality, and I basically just wanted to see what would happen. While I am not in “need” of any sort of boost in my soldier’s salute, I have always been interested in the effects this “wonder drug” would have on a normal, healthy, virile, young man.

I went home that night feeling a little excited to see if something different would be going on in my plumbing if I “dropped blue.” So over a nice dinner and a bottle of wine, I asked my partner if she was interested in letting me give this a one-time whirl. Immediately her eyes started to bulge and sweat started beading on her forehead. She had that look in her eyes that Tea Leoni has in Jurassic Park 3, when the Tyrannosaurus Rex is charging towards her. She continued to slowly chew the steak I cooked her, slowly swallowed, and then meekly said, “Umm, why do you want to do that?”

I explained to her that I was curious. I explained to her that I wanted to know how “Big Boy” was going to react with a little kick in his ass. Her expression still informed me this was not going to happen. “Our sex life is already fantastic,” she said and with her having a smaller frame, “sometimes you are already too much,” is what she was telling me.

“Uh oh,” I thought. “Am I approaching this the wrong way?” Quickly, I changed strategy. I regrouped only the way a man who is extremely horny and on his toes can.

“Honey, I just want to show you how much I care for you and maybe I can reeeeaaaaally show you now. Let me give you the loving a wonderful person like you deserves.” Feeling like that was the perfect thing to say, I relaxed back in my chair.

Obviously, by her I’m-gonna-stab-you-in-the-eye-with-a-steak-knife look, this was not the right thing to say. Panic set in me for just a moment. Only a moment though, as I am a complete professional. “Honey, just think of this as one of those new sex toys I bring home all the time. Just consider my (hopefully) massively erect stabber to be a new sex toy.”

The gaze upon me burned like hot lava balls fired from an erupting volcano. “Oops” I thought, this is not going well. Instinct took over “Here Honey, have another glass of wine.”

We sat and ate in quiet for a few moments. I kept looking up, giving her that “Hey Honey” smile. She sat there and ate much like a parent does when they find out their kid just received all “F’s” on their report card.

So I figured that I would just forget the whole deal, or rather pop this blue beauty without telling her. Yeah, that was the “new” game-plan.

“Hey Honey, let’s just forget about it. We can talk about it some other time.”

That seemed to loosen her up a bit and bring her back to her sweet, sweet self. The rest of dinner was a conversation of how our sex life is already very satisfactory, and that to artificially stimulate it would not be right. If I had a “problem” getting an erection, that would be one thing, but she wants to know that I am hard because I am turned on by her. I agreed with her 100% (ok, would you disagree at this point?) and let her know that I just couldn’t wait to show her how much I am turned on by her. That brought a little sexy smirk to her lips, so I knew it was ON that night.

We continued to drink more wine, and of course, had a couple shots of my favorite tequila. We talked and enjoyed each other’s company very much. The whole time though, I was thinking of my game-plan. I had to try this Viagra thing. Should I? Shouldn’t I? What are the moral consequences of taking Viagra on the sly? I don’t know. I would feel a little guilty, but if she had a great time, and I had a great time, and nobody got hurt, would that be wrong? And there isn’t even a guarantee that anything would happen. That’s it!

I convinced myself that there was no guarantee anything would happen. So why build up expectations of something that wasn’t certain? It was my duty to try this on the sly to see if it worked before we celebrate the raising of the Titanic.

After a little more wine, we both felt it was time to head to the bedroom. We started making out and enjoying each other’s touch. She excused herself to go to the bathroom and I seized the opportunity. I popped half the Viagra into my mouth and swallowed it eagerly. The taste was a little bitter. I suggest taking it with water.

She came back to the bedroom looking totally hot. “Damn, this is going to be insane!” I thought to myself. We continued to talk and make out and I could tell things were going to move forward. I started to feel a little dry mouthed, probably from the Viagra, so I excused myself to go downstairs and get some more wine.

I went downstairs and grabbed another bottle of wine. As I was opening the wine, my head started to feel pressure — the head on top, that is. My head started to throb. I started to wonder if the Viagra took a wrong turn. Like its medical properties told it to go towards the “head” and it headed North instead of South.

My eyes felt a little strange now too. Like they were bulging. My head was pulsating. I had to push this pressure down. I grabbed the head on my shoulders and started to actually slide my hands down the side as if to push the pressure downwards. I don’t know if this worked or not, but I started to feel a little tingle in my love cannon downstairs.

I pulled him out and looked at him, and yes, he started to feel a little different. As if he could jump hard at any second. I thought, “Whoa, this is awesome!”

I pulled the cork out of the bottle of wine and poured two more glasses. I made the mistake of leaning up against the counter as I did this. Inadvertently I rubbed my “main man” up against the counter. He responded. He was not completely hard or erect, but he did feel extremely heavy. Like I had a long water balloon hanging between my legs. I stroked him once to make sure everything was OK, and he quickly jumped to attention.

“Go down boy. Not yet!” He was not listening. What was I going to do? I can’t walk back upstairs like this. By now, he was fully at attention. He felt strong, like I could build a fence with him. “Oh shit!”

So I tried ice, I tried cool water. Nothing worked. Being the Champion that I am, I came up with a great idea. I walked back up the stairs with an ice bucket hanging off my cock. The half bottle of wine was in the ice bucket, and I had a glass of wine in each hand. This is great I thought. I am like one of those Buddhist monks that carry rocks with their tool. I figured, “What the hell, let’s go crazy!” (I think the tequila and wine convinced me this was a great idea).

I stepped into the bedroom in full glory — me, the ice bucket, two glasses of wine, and my new friend, Hugh Jardon. “Honey” I said, “You are not going to believe this, but I am so HOTTT for you right now!”

I declared, “Honey, I am going to make your head spin and have you screaming in ecstasy all night long!”

I screamed, “Honey, I hope you are ready! BRING IT ON!”

(I felt like putting on my leather chaps and cranking old Marty Robbins songs as I shot my six shooters in the air.)

“Honey, are you ready for this?”
“Honey?”
“Hey Babe, you there?”
“Honey? Babycakes?”

My mood immediately sunk as I notice this hot, gorgeous woman that I am fully prepared to make crazy love to for hours, is now completely passed out cold.

OHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

So my recommendation to those of you out there who are healthy virile young men trying Viagra for the first time, are the following.
Don’t deceive your partner, make sure she is in full agreement with this experimentation.
Make sure you have a partner. Staying up, and staying hard all night long is NO way to spend an evening. Forget about masturbation, the thought of stroking myself for hours scared me to death.
Give it a shot if you can, I am prepared to go all the way the next time. I felt like a KING!
Never, never, never mix wine with tequila!