When I was a teenager I could drink til I was ready to black out and still get a raging boner. But lately, if I have so much as four or five beers, I have a hard time, so to speak, going beyond the chubbed out stage. Not even my vast reservoir of memories or my imagination can help me rise to the occasion. My dick simply does not work when I'm drunk. Last night I brought some randomer back to my apartment, and for the first hour or so, I had to stick with foreplay because it wasn't happening. The really annoying part: When I managed to get it stiff enough to stick it in, it looked like a miniature version of my cock--like 2 inches of it disappeared. Awful! I had no intentions of seeing this girl ever again, but my ego makes me want to call her and fuck her again, with a proper hardon, just to wash away the memories of the dreaded whiskey disk.