The sun rose above the horizon, glaring through the curtains of the apartment. Despite his best wishes, the sun was poking at Winston, telling him to start the day.
The alarms he hit snooze on three times weren't as effective as the raw sunlight that pierced through his eyelids. He woke up, disoriented, and dehydrated, so he reached out for a bottle nearby. Clean tap water was becoming a myth nowadays, so he had to depend on bottled water to simply hydrate himself.
It wasn't too expensive, but it was still annoying to buy them every other week. The supermarket was close to his apartment complex, so he carried two cases of water every week, on his arms, just to avoid turning his car on for what could be achieved through a short walk. He believed he was being sensible, but nevertheless, buying water was one of the many things that had been irritating him endlessly over the past few months.
His job irritated him more, of course. Working in an office was never easy, even in his case where he had the minimal prestige of being called the Superior Manager of Customer Relations. In fact, he had grown more and more stressed out over time, ever since he was promoted to this position a year ago. The microscopic pay-raise he got along with the promotion, hardly evened things out.
Working a dead-end job was hard, but it did not stress him out as much as his health issues did. These past three months, he had developed an unknown medical condition, one that was always embarrassing to talk about. He was reminded of it as soon as he saw himself in the mirror, when he went ahead to brush his teeth.
In short words, for reasons that he could not understand, his penis was turning into literal stone! There was a layer of dark-gray, rock hard skin on his Long John!
It even hurt his fingers when he knocked on it. The skin was that tough!
The doctors, although bamboozled, were still informed enough to tell him that this was the start of the disease, and it would progress over time. Considering that it had engulfed only the bottom part of his penis over the past three months, he trusted their judgement less and less every day. Unless it rapidly expanded at some random Tuesday, he figured that the condition might take years to fully expand.
It was ashamed that it had started out on the only body part he valued. This was pure, bad luck.
Winston wasn't in pain, which was the only good aspect of this odd condition, but it was still stressful. The disorder was three months old, but because of it, he hadn't been able to have sex for six months!
The main reason behind this was because he had been single, but recently, he landed himself a girlfriend after a couple of awkward dates, and yet still, he wasn't able to have sex with her, because of his condition. This was the worst way to be cock-blocked, there was no competing with it.
Julie, his girlfriend, was practically hinting at him everyday to make a move, but he ignored it, and acted as if he didn't catch her hints. He hadn't told her about his condition yet, and quite frankly, he didn't know how to start the conversation either.
'What am I supposed to tell her?' He thought, 'I have a rock hard dick?'
It was a stressful situation, one that would get worse over time unless he addressed it, especially since he worked with her. She worked in the same office as him, as a Customer Relations Specialist, so it was impossible for him to avoid her, or even ignore her hints forever.
Julie was getting more and more assertive about her needs everyday, so despite how embarrassed he was about his rock-encrusted penis, he had to talk to her about it today.
Besides, Julie was a tall, blonde, confident, and extremely attractive woman. He would not be able to resist her, or ignore her hints for long.
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After a gruesome shift, Winston went out on the office balcony, to catch a breath of fresh air. Well, the city air was as fresh as one could imagine it to be, it was hardly healthy, but he came out here because he needed to calm down a bit. He had dinner reservations with Julie an hour from now.
He planned to tell her about his condition tonight, and he was very nervous about it. Julie was a great woman, and he didn't want to lose her over something that he couldn't control, and yet, the risk of losing her was there. The risks were great.
"My god, I'm losing my hair already." He said, and sighed in distress. "We were never taught about stress management in school. I'm only 25 years old, for fuck's sake, I shouldn't be losing my hair already."
Winston then flicked the few bits of hair off of his hand, and watched them slowly float down. He couldn't see them after the bits of hair went less than a story below him, and this wasn't a surprise, but he still acted like he stared at them.
In reality, he liked how tiny, and hence interesting the smaller buildings looked from up here. His job was located in one of the many business complexes of the city, and he worked in the tallest building of them all.
It was twenty-five stories tall, and his office was within the fifteenth story. The view from up here was one of the only things he liked about his job. The city looked beautiful from up here, especially at night, where the city lights shone as far as the eye could see.
Anyway, he took one last deep breath, and then turned around. He didn't want to be late for his date, so it was best to get moving.
As he turned around, he saw Julie stepping into the office balcony, and closing the door after her. Winston could tell right away that she was up to something mischievous.
"I figured you were out here," She smiled, "It's very cold, though, so I don't understand why you like this balcony so much."
"December won't stop me from coming out here, hehe." He cackled. "Are you ready for our date? I love going out with you, and truth be told, I want to get the voice of that old man out of my head. He was a nutcase! He cursed my entire bloodline over the phone! I am stressed the fuck out today."
Julie stretched a devious smile across her face, and said, "I figured that you were stressed out. So… our dinner can wait."
Afterwards, she pulled him aside, so they could avoid the window view of the balcony, and started kissing his neck.
Pins and needles ran down his spine, and he suddenly didn't feel the cold winter breeze anymore. He started heating up, and essentially, getting rock hard.
There was no debating it. Julie had grown tired of waiting, and decided to make a move herself!