* Author's Note: I hope you enjoy this story. It was great fun to write. I know that it is not perfect as no story ever is so English majors, you can save your critique for someone else. I do this for fun, read it for fun, and let me know what you think *
* All persons in the story are older than 18 and any resemblance to real-life people is strictly coincidence. If you think this is about you ... send me a note and we'll have a good laugh *
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I had just turned 50. The parties were over and the drunken friends had gotten home safely. I saw a commercial on TV and it talked about "going and going and going" during the night. I thought about it and realized that it was talking about me. I had a prostate problem.
It took three weeks but I visited my doctor. We talked about the symptoms ... frequent feeling of urination ... check ... dribbling of pee ... check ... difficulty urinating ... check ...
He snapped on a rubber glove, bent me over, greased up my anus and shoved a digit up there ... it was cold and quick but not so painless. I know that some folks like anal play but this wasn't even close to play, it was humiliating!
He said that I had an "enlarged prostate" and that he would have to have a look at it. A few days later, I was in a hospital, counting backwards and they were knocking me out. A few days after that, I was back in his office with my wife of 25 years by my side.
"You have an enlarged prostate, Mr. Jackson." He started.
"Ok, now what does that mean?" I asked.
"Actually, that is not the worst of the problem" he continued. "It is likely that you have prostate cancer. Enlarged prostate and cancer are not always related but you have both."
"Ok, that certainly got my attention. What does THAT mean?"
"It means, Mr. Jackson, that you should have your prostate removed before the cancer spreads"
"Which hospital and when should I show up?" I asked fearing the big C.
"Well, there are some issues with removing the prostate. We'll have to teach your muscles to work differently. We'll have to teach them to urinate and to perform sexually as well."
Whoa! I didn't know that this was all related. "What do you mean, doc?"
"I mean that 40% of all men who have a radical prostatectomy will be unable to achieve a full erection or propel their orgasmic material from their penis. It will take retraining and a lot of work to get you sexually active again. There is a strong risk that you won't be able to maintain an erection."
"Do you recommend the surgery to remove my prostate?" I asked.
"In a word, most definitely!" he said with emphasis.
It struck me funny that he used two words but I turned to my wife with a questioning look.
"I'd rather have you by my side without sex than not by my side." Barbara paused "Get it done!"
That night, I couldn't touch her. However, the nights after I was fucking her like a bunny. Suddenly, the thought of losing our sexual intimacy of so many years seemed to heighten our awareness of our sexuality. It wasn't a guarantee of losing our sex life but it certainly was a threat to it! Previously, I have to admit that our love making had been frequent but not necessarily of high quality. With this news, we fucked in the morning, the afternoon and again in the evening. I paid much more attention to my bride and made sure that she was satisfied every time. Both the frequency and the quality had improved tremendously. Barbara laughed when I said it took a lot of practice to get good at this! I began to realize that it was my lovely wife who might actually have a problem with the loss of function in my penis. She seemed to be wanting more and more ... just like me. I wondered what would happen if I couldn't get "retrained."
I had the surgery and they removed the prostate without issue. After a few tests confirmed that it actually was cancerous, I felt much better about the decision to have it removed. I relearned to piss though it took a while. After several weeks, Barbara was terribly horny and I decided that I should give sex a try. I took a Viagra pill and waited. I kissed her on the neck and suckled at her breast. Her nipple hardened and I pulled at her other nipple. She moaned. My fingers roamed down her tummy to the small tuft of hair that topped her pussy. I pushed through and my fingers tangled with her pussy lips. "Ahhhhh" she moaned as I gently stroked her pussy and pulled juices up to her clit.
I looked down at my cock. No reaction.
I played and played but my anxiety must have gotten the best of me. No erection.
I moved quickly and kissed her knees. I slowly worked my way up her slender thighs and kissed her soft skin. Soon I was kissing her pussy and licking her lips. My lips closed on hers and pulled them apart. My tongue darted in and out and I slipped a finger up her sopping vagina. I was treated to her moans and groans as I slipped a second finger into her vagina. Her pussy stayed parted for me and my fingers pistoned in and out.
She writhed on the end of my fingers as I looked down to see that my cock was a limp noodle. My fingers continued their asualt and she cried out "Yes, baby, YES, shove that cock in me! I need that big cock in me!"
I had no cock. Not anymore. It was just a lump of flesh where piss came out. I hoped she had cum but I stopped and rolled over and fell asleep in avoidance mode. It was selfish of me but that is what happened.
The next few days and weeks were difficult. We bought dildos and vibrators and the weeks turned into months. I tried and tried but my cock just would not react to anything. She tried sucking it, stripping and dancing for me, and bought a ton of new lingerie! I got no reaction from that limp noodle of a dick.
My trips to the doctor provided no new insights. "Just keep trying" or "you just need more stimuli" was all he could say. I was giving up.
It was a Tuesday night and I watched my lovely wife cook dinner in the kitchen. Her hefty braless tits bounced gently beneath the thin cotton of her robe. With both of the kids out of the house, we enjoyed walking around in our pj's as soon as we got home from work. Her gown was just above the knee and was thin enough for her dark brown nipples to show. I liked her body. I liked it a lot. Those hefty tits had fed both the kids as babies and even me for a few years after they weaned. At 5' 6" and 145 pounds, she wasn't svelte but I liked how most of that weight was in her ample bosom. I thought I felt a twinge in my cock but looking down, no hardness could be found. Shit!
There was a knock on the door followed by my son Mike's whirlwind entry. Behind him was his best friend, Jason. Both of them were carrying boxes.
"Hi Mom and Dad," he said as he whisked into his old room. "Gail threw me out tonight. The bitch even changed the locks. Can I stay here for a week or two?"
Gail was his girlfriend. They had moved in together a year earlier but no one thought it would last ... except them. I guess they were wrong.
Mike headed back out to his car to get more stuff. Jason stood and stared and I realized that he was ogling Barbara's generous breasts and hard nipples poking out. As I walked by him, I shot a glance as his bulge forming already. So, I grabbed his arm and dragged him out to help with the stuff in the car. I found myself jealous of that hardening cock. Anger wasn't far behind.
It wasn't long until Jason had gone home and Mike, Barbara and I were in the wood paneled den lounging on the couches talking about Mike and Gail's break up.
"It was just a sexual relationship. I mean, we were doin' it all the time but none of the other things happened. We weren't talking. We stopped doing things together and started fighting. At first it was cool. We'd argue and then have makeup sex and that was great but..."
I had to stop him. "Your mom and I really don't want to hear about your sex life ... as interesting as it might seem."
"Oh yeah. Sorry, I just kinda think of you guys as friends these days anyway."
