Looking back, it is still very hard for me to believe the events that have transpired over the last several years. Sometimes, life has a unique way of taking an almost surreal turn that leads us down paths that we would have normally only dreamt about. Mine is such a story.
This is story about how an unfortunate case of erectile dysfunction, in-turn, led to a series of the most erotic sexual experiences that I had ever been involved in.
My name is Jack. My wife, Susan and I lived in a small Midwestern rural agricultural community. Our modest home was on the outskirts of a small town in an area that was a vast sea of cornfields in the summer and a barren windswept plain in the winter. However, the five acres on which our house sat offered privacy and a great opportunity to indulge ourselves in gardening and other outdoor activities.
In our early fifties, Susan was a homemaker, and I had a career in law enforcement. With the world changing the way it was, I recently decided to retire. I came to realization that my line of work was now best left to a younger generation. Even staying on to become an administrator in law enforcement I found would be too stressful.
Besides that, a recent health scare had left me taking an inventory of my life and coming to the realization that time was too short to spend another decade or so in a job that would probably lead to an early demise. I decided it was time to move on. I was very blessed to be able to use previous time that I had accumulated in the military and another law enforcement job to buy back longevity time and apply it to my current job, thus allowing me to retire early. Although it was not a lavish retirement by any means, it afforded us a comfortable life.
I was also blessed with a loving wife and several children that were grown, out of the house, and living lives of their own.
My wife Susan was an Italian beauty. Short in stature at about five foot two inches, with a slim figure and flat tummy, she had beautiful curly black hair and deep brown eyes. How I got so lucky I do not know. She loved to cook, and that delicious Italian cooking nearly killed me, but that is another story.
I was very tall at six foot four inches and my weight varied but was in the mid two-hundred-pound range. I had some small love handles but was not overweight. Early in life I was thinner with a slim, muscular torso. Being tall definitely had its advantages and it is true what they say about men who are taller with large feet. Or at least it is from my own personal experience.
My wife and I had a fairly normal sex life, which consisted of sex once or twice a week. We had both been briefly married before and we got lucky in love the second time around, with both of us very satisfied with each other. My wife was more sexually adventurous in her earlier years than I was, having had sexual experiences with both males and females, after all she grew up in the 70’s. One of my greatest turn-ons, when we were first married, was when she would tell me about her group girl-on-girl experiences of her late teens; something that I will retell in a later chapter, but I digress for now.
My unique story began when, after taking a routine antibiotic, I started developing erectile dysfunction.
Now it is pretty shocking psychologically when a man realizes that he can't 'get it up', and that the reason is something more than a transitory issue. As a matter of fact, it became quite disturbing for me.
My symptoms were unique. My testosterone was in the normal range and I would easily experience nocturnal, or nighttime, erections. Eventually the doctor determined that my ED was not due to depression, heart disease, or a passing bump in the road. He eventually diagnosed my ED as a form of neurological damage cause by the antibiotic I took. It was considered a fluke, but none the less it was a problem for me. After all, when aroused, I was used to having what I thought was a fairly large erection at around eight inches. It was not porn star quality by any means, but I was no slouch either. Now, being faced with the possibility of a permanently semi-limp penis, or not being able to get completely hard was, to say the least, very disturbing to me.
"What can we do?" I asked the doctor.
"Let's try some different types of oral medication," he said.
Over the next few months, I tried little blue pills, little orange pills, round pills and oval pills. Pills seem to always leave me with a host of unpleasant side effects.
My wife Susan was wonderful through this whole ordeal. Our relationship was to the point where we were comfortable with our imperfections. Even though we still had oral sex, sex toys and other methods, I still missed having a rock-solid erection. My wife joked that she did not mind me being 'softer' as since she was older her jaw got tired from sucking such a large cock. I knew that she was trying to humor me.
Time finally came for my next doctor visit. I expressed my displeasure with the latest pill, and that is when the doctor asked me a question.
"Do you think that you could inject yourself?" he asked.
"You mean like in the leg or arm?" I responded.
"No" he said, "you would inject yourself in the penis."
At first the thought of injecting my cock was alarming, to say the least. But I was also getting desperate. The doctor told me that it was not really all that bad since we would be using a very, very small needle at 33 gauge, and injecting a small amount of medicine.
The doctor said the first injection would be done by him in the office, then at the next visit I would inject myself. During this time, we would be adjusting the dose to ensure a long erection but not too long as to get priapism.
"Ok doc," I said, "let's give it a try. When should we do this?"
"Nothing like the present," said the doctor, and he mentioned about going to get some medication from the other room and he would be right back. I sat nervously fidgeting. I am glad that he wanted to do it right away, because if I gave myself enough time, I may chicken out.
He returned with a vial that he mixed up and then drew up a small syringe full.
"Drop your pants and underwear", the doctor said. I complied as he used his gloved hands to wipe the upper side of my penis with an alcohol wipe.
"The injection goes on either side of the penis about one third down from the top." He then said, "Do not inject yourself in the penile head." The thought of sticking a needle in the head of my penis was, to say the least, disturbing.
With a swift motion, he injected me. The pain was very minimal.
"Now pull up your pants and go walk around in the hallway for a while. The action will get the blood flowing and we should have an erection soon."
In a very surreal moment, I started walking up and down the hallway of a busy medical building. My mind wandered on thoughts about the strangeness of the situation. Within about ten minutes I had a hard erection, a rock-hard erection. It was wonderful.
Several nurses walked by. As I walked, I passed the same nurses again. Looking at my watch I realized that they were evidently walking for exercise over their lunch hour. When they came back around the third time, I couldn't help but wonder if they saw the large erection bulging in the front of my jeans. It may have been my imagination, but I could have sworn I saw one take a sideways glance at my crotch area.
I went back into the patient room and waited for the doctor to return. In a few minutes he returned and asked to look at my penis.
He said, "Yep, it looks as though it is working just fine. Now if it would last for more than four hours, you must come back to the office for treatment. If everything goes just fine, I will see you in a week or two for another injection."
I quickly made my next appointment and left feeling great. I was walking around with a solid erection, something that I had not felt in a long time. I couldn't wait to show my wife, so I quickly drove home.
My wife could tell I was very happy that when I got home. As I stood there in the kitchen, she said she was pleased with my happiness, trying not to act to enthused about my rock-hard member that was bulging through my pants.
"Do you want to see it?" I asked her.
"Sure," she said nonchalantly, as I unzipped my pants and slid my pants and briefs down dropping them to the floor, knowing that we were alone.
"Wow," she said. "That is much bigger than I remember it." I leaned back against the kitchen island, allowing her full view. Susan was engrossed looking at it. I have to admit was a handsome thing. The heavily veined shaft was at least eight and half inches long. I curled my hand round the shaft and started to slide up and down in a slow rhythm, fascinated by the sheer firmness of it. I could tell Susan was mesmerized by my actions.
"I just can't get over how hard you are. It is like when you were in your mid-twenties," she said, as I caught a glimpse of lust flash in her eyes.