Some girls seem to think that just cause they throw their meat around men will be overcome with desire for them. Try being interesting or kind.
Try this out. Ask him if he would like a hand job and tell him you will be naked during the hand job to help turn him on. That way if he is nervous or whatever he's not actually having sex so he is more likely to agree to that. Then there is a good chance that half way through the hand-job he will get turned on so much that he will end up wanting to have sex with you anyway.
Ok, I think I am qualified to respond as 1) I am a man; 2) I read all 83 posts. Yes. Yes. I dunno. Different strokes for different folks? 1) After being married for 7 months, I got tired of not getting any. So the last time we did it, it really didn't feel like anything special. More like a chore. 2) Then there are issues going back to when I was a kid. Sharing the same bed with my sister. I never cared for her, never liked her, and was forced to share the same bed with her because we didn't have the room. Perhaps in the old days that was the norm. Perhaps it was ok. I dunno. Me, I just couldn't stand it. Nothing sexual, I just don't like her. 3) One problem I have faced for as long as I can remember is that I am naturally hot blooded. Which rules out ever being a lawyer (but then I digress).... So I can't stand a bed with two people in it. The bed gets hot and I can't stand it. Might be able to if we didn't use any sheets. I dunno. 4) I found that sex is, to me, THE most boring thing I can do with a woman. It's nice to have some once in a while, but it's not very often. Right now I have been without any for 10 years 8 months and 7 days. I can't say that I regret it either. It is the longest I have gone without any, which is hard to counter since I'm nearly 41. 5) I can also reflect back on my youth (again). When I was in juvenile detention, if you showed any feelings the staff didn't approve of, you were put in "the hole" for a few days. "The hole" was solitary confinement, and we saw kids get put in there for more than just anger, but if they laughed or (in one case) cried, and the staff didn't "approve" of it. So learning, under an iron fist, how to literally turn your feelings off and on like a light switch, to me is just plain inhumane. Coincidentally that was where I lost my virginity. Boy, THAT made the staff mad as hell! They wanted a reason to put me away for it, and I would hear her telling them in a variety of embarassing expletives what they could do with it. Our plans were to escape and run away together. And live happily ever after (typical dumb kids). We were "engaged" until I lost contact with her. We always maintaned contact, until a couple years later. 6) It has been a long time since I was married and "had some", so if I "got some" I might change my mind. But for now, no loss. If I gotta get my rocks off there's always a pad sander in the work trailer.