Deer Antler Velvet

Daunt... W...T...F? What on earth are you talking about?? Deer Antler Velvet??

Yes, you heard me, Deer Antler Velvet. This was the first ingredient I saw on the little black pill bottle my brother handed me. You’re curious now aren’t you? Yeah, I thought so. But but let me back up a few days.

For those up to speed you may recall from the DauntlessD Exposed post that my marriage was ending and that I was going to move my wife to the East coast. To make this happen I needed help and recruited my brother; we’ll call him BruceD

I had rented a large truck and was going to drive it from Sacramento to the Boston area and wanted to do it in a short amount of time. Bruce took off the time from work to give me a hand and, due to his own circumstance, needed a place to stay. Upon our return he’d be moving into one of the spare rooms I had available.

I’m driving the truck and we’re on highway 80 not far from Chicago. The steady drone of the engine has been in our ears for nearly two-and-a-half days. I look over at Bruce and he is intently fiddling with his phone, it looks like he’s entering something. I raise my gaze back to the road; It’s not uncommon for him to be playing with his phone.

Bruce asks, “Hey bro, what’s your address?”

“Um, why?”

“I’m ordering something and I need to have it shipped there.”

I give Bruce my address and he punches away at the touch screen on his phone.

I’m curious. “So what’d you order Bruce?”

Bruce looks over at me with a mischievous, sly glint in his eye and a Cheshire grin spreading across his face. “You’ll see soon enough.”

We complete the move and a day after we’ve been back in Sacramento the mail arrives. A small package addressed to BruceD is there with three lumps in it.

“Hey Bruce, you got something here.”

“Cool! They’re here already!” With a chuckle he begins tearing into the package. Reaching into it he hands me a small black bottle with red lettering.

I read the bottle and my eyebrows begin to climb higher and higher on my forehead. I clear my throat. “Dude are you serious? Hot Rod, male enhancement pills?” Turning the bottle around I look for the ingredients. “Deer Antler Velvet?” The skepticism oozes from my voice and I hand the bottle back.

Bruce grins widely. “Boner pills bro! They’ll make you feel 20 again!” He laughs and heads to his room.

As I watch him go I roll my eyes and shake my head. BruceD is nearly 8 years younger than I am, and I am 41. As of yet I have not had any ED type symptoms, so I’m pretty sure he hasn’t either.

Bruce strolls out of his room still smiling. “I’m telling you dude, it’s not like Viagra, or something that gives you a quick hard-on. It just helps your own body do what it does naturally. You gotta try it!”

He drops a single gold capsule about the size of a typical allergy pill in my palm. It feels weightless. His eyes glint clearly amused with my skepticism. With a sigh I close my hand over the pill and carry it back to my bedroom dropping it into my shaving bag on the nightstand.

The phone rings, it’s Madison.

“Daunt, you’re going to kill me!”

I can hear the disappointment in her voice. “What’s up?”

“Well... I made a mistake in my schedule and I can’t see you next week. I’m sooo sorry!”

My heart sinks. I was only expecting to have to wait a week to see Madison again and now we were talking two. “I understand... stuff happens.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I feel terrible. I don’t want to wait two weeks either.”

“Hey, what if I come to you? Maybe we can spend a little time together that way?”

She replies, “Oh! That could work! Tomorrow I only work a half day, we could have lunch and spend the afternoon together!”

“Great! That’ll be perfect I’m free tomorrow.” I begin to laugh, “Hey get this, Bruce ordered some kind of male enhancement pills. I looked at the ingredients and the first thing I saw was deer antler velvet; can you believe that?”

“Deer what?!”, she laughs. “What kind of result does he really expect from that!?”

I call out to Bruce, “Hey bro, Madison thinks your nuts too! She’s asking what kind of result you really expect from that junk.”

“Oh, I know the result! The result is sore women.” Bruce yells back amused.

With a laugh Madison and I say our good-byes and hang-up.

I wake the next morning with Madison on my mind. She can’t meet me until noon so the minutes tick off the hours way too slowly. Finally I’m preparing to leave and I text her.

Daunt: Hey I’m about to head out the door.

Madison: Good I can’t wait to see you.

I walk back to my bedroom to grab my wallet and keys. I reach the nightstand and look down. As if by some magnetic pull my eyes are immediately drawn to the gold capsule lying innocently in my shaving bag. Hot Rod. Suddenly I’m overwhelmed with curiosity. BruceD’s amused face flashes in my mind. Boner pills bro! It’ll make you feel 20 again! I decide to text Madison again.

Daunt: Bruce gave me one of his pills, what do you think?

Madison: Hahaha, you want to try one? Seriously?

Hmmm, maybe Madison isn’t as curious as I am... I read her last text again. A tug-o-war within me begins: scoff and leave the pill behind, or take the mystery pill and not tell Madison. Then another text message comes in.

Madison: Well... I don’t know... maybe it would be fun! Hehe, but you do what you want.

Ah-ha! She is as curious as I am!

Daunt: I’m taking it, then I’m out the door. See you soon :)

Bruce told me the Hot Rod folks claim it will take effect in as little as 20 minutes, but his own personal experience was more like 45. It will take me roughly that long to get to the hotel room I’ve arranged. I grab the gold pill from my shaving bag and pop it in my mouth with a drink of water. The crazy pill floats! Again I question whether there really is anything in the caplet at all. Shaking my head I walk to the car. The drive takes longer than I expect. About 10 minutes from the hotel I find my cheeks itching slightly; I wonder if this is Hot Rod or just my imagination.

I arrive and check-in. Madison arrives shortly thereafter toting Chinese food. We are both a little nervous. We had been with each other sexually a couple of times prior, but this is the first time we had scheduled sex. The other times we were together there was some other main event -- like wine tasting and a stay at a B&B -- the sex was an indulgence that just naturally occurred; like dessert after dinner. This time sex was the dinner.

We finish our lunch with chit-chat and catching up. Our anxiety falls away and we embrace near the bed trading deep kisses. I sit on the bed and pull her to me. Pealing off her shirt and bra. My mouth hungrily finds one nipple then the other. My hands caress all the bare skin they can find. Soon all of our clothing is in a heap on the floor and we are laying on the bed exploring one another.

Deep slow kisses. Caresses. Nipples pinched and suckled. My hand glides over Madison enjoying the feel of her bare skin. Up her thigh it slides, as I kiss her my fingers slip into her wet folds. We both draw in a breath as I feel how aroused she is.

The tip of my finger is inside her as I say “I want to taste you”, half growl, half whisper. She arches her back and moans. I stand up next to the bed and grab her thighs pulling her to me easily across the mattress. Then I kneel between her legs pushing her knees up. “Oh!” she gasps as my warm tongue makes contact with her pussy. “Mmmmmm...” as it slides over one lip and then the other. My fingers gently part her leaving her swollen clit before me. I make gentle then more forceful lavish circles over her sex, listening to her response. Sooner than expected she’s climaxing and I’m slipping fingers inside her to rub her g-spot; sucking on her clit riding her through her orgasm.

I climb back onto the bed. More deep kisses. More touching. Tenderness. Her blue eyes look back at me expectantly. Softly I ask, “Are we okay?” Madison nods her head yes and kisses me. I climb on top of her and enter her slowly. Soon we are rhythmically rocking, bodies tight, looking into one another eyes. I watch as she begins to bite her lip. She closes her eyes then her fingernails are raking my arms. She shudders beneath me. “Ohhhh Dauunnnt...” With my cock I can feel her cumming and it spurs my own arousal. A primal switch is flipped within me and I buck against her. “Ooooh yesss!” I hear myself groan as I pulse insider her again and again. In a heap we fall against one another. Hot. Sweaty. Breathless.

Though our bodies are heated we continue to hold and caress one another. We chat. We kiss. Fingers trail over one another as we bask in the closeness and pleasure that was shared. Then the surprise happens...

What was it, 10 minutes? Certainly no more than 20 and my cock is at full attention; standing strait and tall. Now this isn’t totally unheard of for me, but I will say that it had been quite some time; I’m in my early 40s after all. The shocker is that I am rock hard, as hard if not harder, than I was the first time.

Madison’s hand slides down my belly discovering my very stiff cock. “Wow... already? Maybe there is something to this Hot Rod stuff...” she exclaims.

“Yeah, no kidding! I think you might be right! I really didn’t feel any different. It’s not like I got an erection when I wasn’t supposed to or something.” I reply.

“I didn’t say anything earlier, but you actually felt different inside me. You felt... harder.” she says.

All I can do is smile as I climb out of bed and stand up. I pull her close to me and ease myself inside her. I’m standing and she’s on her back on the bed, a new position for us. Holding her knees I’m relishing the pleasure I feel. I look down at Madison and find she is looking at me, blue eyes piercing, with an intensity I had not seen before. Her arms are wide apart as possible, hands clenching the sheets, knuckles white.

“Right there! Oh... Right there! Daunt... Don’t stop! Don’t Stop!” she gasps. With a bit more verve I continue pumping at the angle I was enjoying. Madison throws her head back, eyes closed and begins to shudder. I smile as her thighs begin to shake and watch as her toes pull down into a tight curl. “Daunt! Daunt? DAUNT? OOOHHHH MY GOD DAUUUNNNNTTT!!” she cries. We collapse into a pile of limbs giddy with pleasure and exertion.

I hadn’t cum again, we catch our breath and find I still have a piece of iron between my legs. I climb on top and settle in between her legs. I slide into her easily and grind, hard slow and deep. She cums again. Then to my surprise I find that familiar sensation welling up within me slow and strong like an ocean wave. As Madison begins to cum yet again, I urge myself on with increased vigor. “Oh GOD!” I moan cumming again, the wave crashes into the rocks and sprays forth. Madison gasps. Then before I can help it... I giggle!

Madison chuckles. “What’s so funny?”

The grin is wide across my face. “I’m sorry I was just surprised. I didn’t think I could cum again that quickly! That pill was no joke!”

Madison’s smile beams back at me. “Ummmm... tell Bruce... Ummm... I said thank-you!”, she laughs.

“Yes! Who knew deer antler velvet could be so good?” I reply with a satisfied chuckle.
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Just so you all know, I tried to contact the business that sold BruceD their product. I had hoped to be able to provide a link for our PWK readers, maybe even a little discount. However they never replied to my email. There are several "Hot Rod" male enhancement products out there, if you would like to try the one I did send me an email and I'll give you their web address.

Note: After recently posting a comment and mentioning high blood-pressure and heart conditions etc, we felt we it important to stress that none of the PWK authors are doctors, myself included. Make sure to consult your doctor before trying Hot Rod or similar products.

--DauntlessD

Another Night Out for the PWK Team

Every once in a while, Dauntless, Cara, Beth and I like to go out for an evening of fun.  I am speaking of fun in the old fashioned sense - food, drink, laughter, and so on. No sex, but the conversation is a bit spicier than you might hear around a typical mixed-gender group of friends.

For example, last night we talked about what percentage of the male population is circumcised, and what percentage of the men I've been with were circumcised. Cara said that Mexican men typically aren't circumcised, which just sounded wrong to me because I've enjoyed more than my share of Mexican men (as well as South American men) and that wasn't my experience, but who would argue with sweet Cara about such a thing?

We talked about Adam and the size of his gorgeous enormous cock, and that brought us around to discussing the penis size of men of different ethnicities and if ethnicity really is a factor in size.

By the way, during the cock discussion, Daunt sat there holding onto his beer like it was a life preserver.  Every time I'd ask, "What do you think, Daunt?" he'd snap out of his "how-long-can-I-pretend-that-this-discussion-isn't-happening" stupor and shrug his shoulders.

We passed around a hot Halloween picture of Daunt's brother, BruceD (in the pic to the right), and three of us (can you guess which three?) drooled and admired, and one or two of us may have made inappropriate comments about what we might like to do with such a lovely gentleman if given the opportunity (but I can't really remember....LOL).

The photo reminded me of that episode of Nip/Tuck where Christian Troy was having sex with that ugly gal who had a hot body and he made her put a bag over her face.  Not that BruceD is ugly...absolutely not!  But the mask made me think, "Heck, I don't care if he leaves the mask on.  It's not his face that's getting me wet right now anyway."  But I digress.....

The last time we had a PWK Night Out we went out to eat.  This time, we decided to do something a little more active.

Shame on you for those naughty thoughts!

I'm talking about bowling, of course!

Because I like to make everything a little more interesting, I suggested a little wager. We agreed that whoever came in dead last of the four of us would have to provide the HNT photo for this week.  This idea came up because Cara said she's boycotting HNT because there were no comments on last week's one and few comments on the few before that.  So, we looked at Beth.  No way.  Daunt?  He has a gift for taking a swig of beer while vigorously shaking his head no. As for me, we all know I have an inferiority complex about being compared to Cara.  There was only one civilized way to settle it  - assign the HNT task to the worst bowler.

We all swaggered confidently to the counter to sign up for a lane and rent those ugly and disgusting shoes.

About the shoes....First, I am convinced that they make them so ugly so no one would even consider stealing them. Second, there is something very creepy about wearing the same pair of shoes that hundreds of other people have worn before.  It's a level of intimacy with perfect strangers that just isn't for me.  Of course, I can write about the details of my sexual encounters and share them with thousands of strangers, but that's completely different. Third, as ugly and as creepy as the shoes are, they give you a sense of belonging when you wear them. After I put mine on, I walked proudly to pick a ball, suddenly feeling like I was part of something greater than myself.  I was part of the great unwashed bowling masses.  And I was proud.

Oh,  I learned something I didn't know last night - that Cara has a strict sense of justice about shoe rules in a bowling alley.  We noticed several people at lanes around us who were not wearing the required ugly shoes. Who did those people think they were? Didn't they understand that wearing the ugly shoes was part of the bowler bonding experience?  If anyone opted out (which was against the rules), it made the rest of us just look like idiots wearing ugly shoes.  The magic of the bowling shoe experience requires that everyone participate. I was able to let it go because I needed to focus on not being last, but Cara couldn't let it go. She kept talking about it.  Then she walked by a few lanes giving the evil eye to the non-conformists. The she went up to the counter and reported them!  But that wasn't the worst part.  The worst part was that nothing happened.  Nothing changed. I chalked it up as a metaphor for the injustice in modern society.  Cara just got mad and focused her rage toward the pins.  That was not good for the rest of us.

Since we shared a photo of our hands from a previous night out, I thought it would be fun this time to share a different kind of photo. The photo on the left includes me, Daunt, and Cara (not in that order). See what I mean about the shoes?


We bowled three games and agreed that we would add the scores from all three games to determine the overall winner, and the loser who would be our HNT guy or gal for the week.

We were having a great time, but it wasn't going well for me.

During the third game, as depression was setting in, I got a text from JJ. After an explanation of where I was and what was going on:

Kat: I suck at bowling.

JJ: You can suck my balls anytime, Baby.

JJ always knows how to help me put things into perspective.

Here are the final rankings:

First place - Cara
Second Place - DauntlessD
Third Place - Beth
Loser - Kat

Uuuggghhhhhh. I'd skip HNT this week, but I think Cara would come after me if I did.

My favorite parts of the evening:

DauntlessD

1. Getting to gaze at Daunt's ass about 60 times when it was his turn without him knowing what I was doing.
2. Watching Cara go into Law and Order mode over the shoe criminals.
3. Stealing some glimpses of the hot guy bowling about 4 lanes away from us. I would have been all over that...except for his poor taste in shoes.
4. Watching Beth's eyes pop out over BruceD's photo. I love knowing I'm not the only woman who objectifies men.
5. Spending several hours with great friends.

I'm already looking forward to our next PWK Night Out.

Beth