{"id":6389,"date":"2015-02-10T00:52:38","date_gmt":"2015-02-10T00:52:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.mistermanpower.net\/blog\/?p=6389"},"modified":"2024-02-02T13:53:30","modified_gmt":"2024-02-02T18:53:30","slug":"erectile-dysfunction-mental-block-my-own-embarrassing-tales","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mistermanpower.net\/blog\/erectile-dysfunction-mental-block-my-own-embarrassing-tales.php","title":{"rendered":"Mental Block Erectile Dysfunction: My Own Embarrassing Tales"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Mental<\/a><\/p>\n

Mental block erectile dysfunction — an inability to get hard before sex for psychological reasons — strikes men of all ages.<\/p>\n

One age group gets hit especially hard, however. This is young men just starting out in their sex lives. \u00a0Generally these men have spent the early part of their puberty getting erections and masturbating without issue, but then when they start having actual sex, the anxiety blocks their arousal from reaching their erection.<\/p>\n

In time, some of these men learn how to overcome the mental ED… for others, it just gets worse.<\/p>\n

I myself\u00a0had problems with getting an erection before sex\u00a0when I was younger. Sometimes I was drunk, but I can’t totally blame my inability to get hard on the alcohol, as \u00a0I had many successful sexual experiences while drunk — as long as I was comfortable (Key #1 to Overcoming Mental Block Erectile Dysfunction = Be Comfortable)<\/em><\/p>\n

Here’s three personal tales of embarrassment and shame\u00a0thanks to this mental ED. Maybe you’ll relate, if you’re going through a similar issue:<\/p>\n

“Why Can’t You Just Hump Me Like That Dog?”<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"mental<\/a>When I was around 22 or 23\u00a0I briefly\u00a0dated this extremely hot Venezuelan girl who was a bartender at Hooters. \u00a0She was 24, had a very tight body, caramel skin, gorgeous face, dark hair and eyes, thin waist, nice ass, and some nice sized tits…<\/p>\n

I met her one day while I was working at a nearby restaurant. She was sitting at the bar with her almost equally hot friend, playing this little poker video game, and downing quite a few drinks over the period of the night.<\/p>\n

We caught eyes for a few seconds, but she was so incredibly hot, I felt she was way out of my league. \u00a0Towards the end of the night, her almost equally hot friend came up to\u00a0me and said that her friend liked me … long story short, I got the Venezuelan’s\u00a0number, and by the end of the night, we were making out in the parking lot and I was able to get a pretty good sample of the goods. \u00a0Regardless of how drunk I was, my dick was working just fine… but I wasn’t putting it in anything. \u00a0Just a lot of making out and grabbing.<\/p>\n

A short time later we went on a date. \u00a0We went to play pool, and over the course of the night, had quite a bit to drink.\u00a0 After everything was said and done, we ended up at her friend’s house. Up to this point we had just felt on each other; no actual sex yet, though.<\/p>\n

Her friend had a dog, that came up to my lady friend and began humping her leg violently… It was weird, but my girl laughed at the dog, but allowed it to continue to do so. \u00a0I had an irrational feeling of envy along with being entertained by it… but you know, strange feelings creep in when you’re drunk. \u00a0Also, I couldn’t blame the dog one bit.<\/p>\n

After some time, we went inside, and went on the couch. \u00a0I was so drunk, I figured we’d just sleep it off. \u00a0Plus, I was anxious. So while laying there, Miss Venezuela unexpectedly pulls my pants and boxers down, and grabs my dick. \u00a0This was pre-natural penis enlargement days… so my flaccid penis size was quite small. \u00a0So the embarrassment of her feeling my tiny flaccid size, mixed with anxiety, and drunkenness = failed erection. The anxiety and embarrassment killed my erection more than the tequila shots…<\/p>\n

She was pulling on my shriveled up dick when she tells me “Why can’t you just hump me like that dog?”…\u00a0<\/em>if she wasn’t holding my penis it probably would have inverted at that point.<\/p>\n

If I was envious of the dog before, at this point, I reached a whole ‘nother level of feelings of inadequacy towards it. Long story short, I never got another chance with her. I just wasn’t man enough, or rather, “dog” enough, for her…<\/p>\n

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The Night I Was A Scallywag!<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\"overcomingnother night, not too long after\u00a0Miss Venezuela wrote me off, I went to a club “with the boys”.<\/p>\n

I had one friend who went out with us named Mike who was pretty slimey at times, but nonetheless, still a\u00a0good friend (I’ve known him since childhood). \u00a0He would wait and lay, like a catfish, and see which girls I made impact with and opened up, and then try and move in on\u00a0them when I would move on to another one. Other than that, a great guy!<\/p>\n

So on this night, we got there when the club was still just filling up. \u00a0This short, blonde Cuban chick with a tight black dress and an extra fat ass was sitting at a corner table with some friends, and she gave me the “fuck glare”… which I politely returned.<\/p>\n

I made my way near where she was, and I calmly brought up some conversation with her. \u00a0We had some small talk, and she appeared quite open to me, and she mentioned something about noticing me when I walked in, out of everybody else who came in. \u00a0I’m no George Clooney, so hearing these things\u00a0feels great (too bad it doesn’t happen more often). I returned some compliments and got up to get a drink…<\/p>\n

When….<\/p>\n

Slimey Mike starts slithering his way over on the couch…<\/p>\n

I walk back over and stare at Mike from afar and say “YO MIKE!!”… He guiltily smiles, and slithers himself away…\u00a0not today, son… this one’s in the bag<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Long story short, me and Miss Chunky Ass get drunk and grind\/dance all over the place. At the end of the night, my boys all struck out, and\u00a0MIKE had to drive me and my prized-possession home. \u00a0Oh the glory…<\/p>\n

When we get to my bedroom, and start fooling around, guess what… my dick doesn’t want to cooperate.\u00a0 I repeat this point again… whisky dick is a great excuse (AND DOES NOT HELP), but it’s your anxiety and mental block that prevents you from getting an erction when inebriated more than the physical effects (which can be overcome, and actually used to your advantage to last longer).<\/p>\n

So she starts playing with my dick, and after a while of it not responding, she calls me a “scallywag”… I know she meant it as a tough, mean joke.. and deep down she was probably insulted, but it still bothered me in a way. \u00a0This stupid three syllable word, which\u00a0I always associated with pirates, just seemed to fit me at the moment.<\/p>\n

I couldn’t get my dick up to please a big bootie biatch in my bed… so I was a scallywag. \u00a0It just made sense.<\/p>\n

I didn’t have the fight in me (nor the self-esteem at the moment) to really defend myself, so I just took it, and went to sleep.<\/p>\n

Next day, due to the embarrassment and anxiety, my dick still didn’t work. \u00a0I got hit with a nasty cycle of mental ED (erectile\u00a0problems increase anxiety, increased anxiety increases erectile problems). She stuck around though, and a few weeks\u00a0later\u00a0I managed to get it up… but I just wished I would have saved all the time and embarrassment of being a scallyway.<\/p>\n

Failing To Close The Deal In The Business Room<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"overcoming<\/a>This case occurred when I was a bit younger than the above-mentioned accounts, and alcohol played no role.<\/p>\n

I was seeing\u00a0this young Puerto-Rican hoochie… big tits, thin waist, fat ass… okay face. But her\u00a0body was remarkable.<\/p>\n

I had failed to perform while on a previous double date, in which me, her and the other couple ended up in a hot tub. \u00a0My penis started out erect, but when I tried to stick it in, I guess the chlorinated water dried her out, and my penis could not penetrate the fortress that was her labia. \u00a0I think the hot\u00a0water cooking my testosterone-makers (testicles) didn’t help my erection all that much either.<\/p>\n

So a few days later I’m at her house, hoping to make up for my previous poor performance. We were waiting for her mom to go grocery shopping, so we could have some private time.<\/p>\n

The pressure was on… my dick had to work (Key #2 to Overcoming Mental Block Erectile Dysfunction = Don’t Put Pressure On Your Penis)<\/em><\/p>\n

Some things that raised the anxiety and killed the arousal:<\/p>\n