A Limp Dick Finally Heads North
submitted April 17, 2003
Categories: Mature
After 25 years of marriage and two kids in college, I had a problem. Yeah, you guessed it. Couldn’t get it up anymore. Not only was I frustrated, my wife was equally anxious. She required servicing about every three days. Lucky me.
Finally, I decided to see my family doctor. He recommended I see a specialist in erection dysfunction. Since the only thing I had to loose was a continued soft dick, I elected to see the urologist.
I called for an appointment. An older lady answered the phone. “And just what may I tell the doctor is your problem, sir?” she asked, very professionally.
“Ah, it’s personal, ma’am,” I replied, assuming that would end the interrogation.
“I’m sorry sir, but I must have a more definitive reason for seeing the doctor,” the bitch replied.
Okay, try this, I thought. “Ah, male problems,” I said, trying to keep calm.
“Well, sir, most of the doctor’s patients have male problems, so you’ll have to do just a bit better than that,” said the receptionist.
Okay, cunt--here it comes, I thought, as I said, “Tell the doctor I can’t get it up anymore. How’s that?”
“That will be fine sir, we’ll see you tomorrow at 3 pm.” Click. Well, I suppose I did embarrass myself, but the bitch was just slightly too inquisitive.
So I show up at the doctor’s office at the prescribed hour. Actually the cunt on the phone looked okay, and made no mention of our previous conversation. After the requisite paperwork, she escorted me to a small room and told me to wait. Luckily, I brought a newspaper to pass the time.
After about 15 minutes, the doctor entered the room. He was very professional looking, white coat and all. He was probably about 40 years old, although the gray hair might indicate otherwise. After introductions, the doctor reviewed my paperwork. “Says here you have erection difficulties,” said the doctor, “When was the last time you had an erection?”
“Ah, probably about eight months ago,” I said, not exactly sure when this started.
“Have you been under any stress lately sir?” asked the doc, apparently trying to determine the cause of this difficulty.
“Actually no doctor, my life is pretty simple,” I said, “ I have a great wife and wonderful kids. My business is doing well … so I’m not sure what the hell is wrong.”
“Well sir, these things happen. I’m confident we can get you up and running again,” said the doctor, obviously referring to my limp dick.
“Okay sir, let’s get your equipment checked out,” said the doc, “just hop on the table here and lie down. This won’t take long.”
I hopped on the table and lay down, as instructed. The doctor undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled everything down to my knees. My unresponsive dick, or the subject of this appointment, was now exposed.
The doctor took his left hand and lifted my balls up. With the other hand, he touched my penis and examined it at great length. “Mmmmmm,” said the doctor, “looks quite normal to me. When was the last time you ejaculated?”
“Ah, I don’t remember doc,” I replied, truthfully.
“Have you had any wet dreams recently?” asked the doc, still very professionally.
“Ah, no, don’t think so,” I replied.
“Well, you’d probably know it sir,” said the doc, kind of laughing. “Have you tried masturbation sir?”
“Ah, actually I have, but it didn’t work. Can’t you just give me some pills or something?” I asked, out of desperation, eager to get the hell out of his office.
“Well, we could try that, but I’m more inclined to seek a more natural remedy,” replied the doc, still examining my equipment. “I want to try something. If you’ll remove all your clothes, we can get started.”
This wasn’t what I had in mind, since all I really wanted were some pills. However, in the interest of making my dick work properly once again, I removed all my clothes and resumed my horizontal position on the exam table.
“Okay sir,” said the doc, “the first thing I want to do is examine your prostate. If you haven’t ejaculated in several months, your prostate may be somewhat loose.” I wasn’t sure what exactly all his meant. Anyway, the doc raises my legs and sticks his finger up my butt hole. “Do you feel that sir?” asked doc, as he finger fucked my ass.
“Ah, yeah … kind of hurts doc,” I said, noting a degree of pain in my voice. Finally doc removed his finger from my ass.
“Mmmmmm,” said the doc, “very interesting.”
“What’s wrong doc?” I ask, still totally embarrassed laying there nude on the table.
“Not sure sir,” said the doc, “but let’s continue. I’m going to coat the end of your penis with a special lubricant. This may result in a rise.” The doc reached in a cabinet, pulled out a tube of something, and applied a generous amount of lubricant on the head of my dick. He then started masturbating me.
“Feel anything sir?” asked the doc, as he pulled the head of my dick with his right hand while massaging my balls with the left.
“Ah, just your hands doc,” I said, now totally red faced. Doc kept at the treatment, methodically pulling my shaft over the head of my dick while continuing to massage my balls.
“Anything yet, sir?” asked the doc.
“Ah, no … I think this may not be working,” I said, still skeptical of this procedure.
“Well, let’s keep trying,” said the doc, still latched on to my dick with his right hand.
Fifteen minutes later, I looked down at my still limp dick, wondering when the doc would finally give up. Just give me some fucking pills, I thought. Then, suddenly, something happened.
“Ah, doc, something might be happening down there,” I said, my mind more focused on the situation.
“Well sir, I certainly can’t see anything,” said the doc, as he noted the continued condition of my limp dick.
“No doc,” I said, “there’s some type of pressure in my groin. Something’s going on down there!”
“Well, let me know if it continues,” said the doc, apparently not believing a word I was saying.
Within the next sixty seconds, my entire body started to shake. “Hey doc, I feel like I may be cumming!” I exclaimed eyes wide open.
“Sir, it’s impossible to ejaculate without an erection,” said the doc, as if reciting a professor from med school.
Well, that might be true for most, but here it came. My soft dick exploded with a massive amount of cum, landing all over my hairy chest. One spurt hit me in the face! The doc’s hands were covered with cum! He looked as if he had just received a prize for scientific research.
“My goodness sir!” said the doc, “That was some performance.” Doc grabbed a towel and cleaned me up along with himself. “Sir, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but let me speculate,” said the doc, “I think you might have, over the months, produced a large quantity of seamen which precluded you from obtaining an erection. Just sit tight … I’m going to go do some brief research.” The doctor tossed a towel over my naked body and left the room. While he was gone, my dick started to rise. Jesus! I was actually getting a hard on! Praise the Lord! Fortunately I had the towel over my “situation.”
The doctor entered the room after about 15 minutes. “Well sir,” said the doc, “looks like I was partially correct. Failure to ejaculate on a regular basis can indeed cause erection problems.”
“Well that may be well and good doc,” I said, “but now look at me,” as I threw the towel from my body, exposing my exceptionally hard dick.
“Mercy, sir!” said the doc, “This is good news! I guess you can get dressed and go home!”
“With this?” I asked, pointing to my hard on.
“Well, we could take care of that I suppose,” said the doc, reaching for some lubrication.
The long and short of this episode is that the doc beat me off until I once again came, albeit a dribble of sorts. After I was dressed, the doc had some instructions.
“Go home and service your wife!” said the doc, “And I would recommend that you ejaculate at least every three days, rather it be through sexual intercourse or masturbation. Keeps a healthy prostate!”
I took the doc’s advice. My wife and I fucked ourselves silly for the next week or so, maybe three times a day. Both of us were ecstatic with my rock hard dick. One time I produced so much cum, I was sure a hose had been attached to my butt hole and ejecting the fluid out my piss hole.
Several months later, my wife brought me the news. That night, I called my two boys, who were roommates at the state university.
“Guys,” I said, “how would you like a little brother?”