As a man in his sixties I have serious concerns about the status and health of my penis. My old friend no longer seems to be a reliable partner.
There are probably several good reasons: I probably have the dead dick-itis that comes with advancing age. I probably wore it out in my younger years. Several of my medications for high blood pressure kill boners. It may be a penis that has just lost interest. I have been using it on the same women for decades. There are no adventures or surprises in its existence.
For most of my life I have enjoyed an above average sized penis. Never got any complaints about its size or endurance. Lately however the poor thing has come to resemble the little knob on the statue of David. I always assumed that there was a bigger block of marble and some accident with the hammer occurred making his dick look like my current version.
Sometimes my dick tries to regain its lost foreskin by creating a turtle-like head and neck complex thing that telescopes into my belly. Not something you want to take pictures of and send to all your girl friends.
I was traveling across the state of Nevada. That State is well known for about twenty legal bordellos scattered around in the more remote, rural areas. It had been a tough week and I had not had any kind of sex for several weeks. The thought occurred to me that I should check out a Bordello and end that frustration. I did type in the address of the nearest house of ill repute and the GPS and Car took me directly to that location. Really it was their fault.
I got out of the car and looked the house over. Not in the best of repair. But plenty of signs to tell me that I was in the correct location. I went up to the door and pressed the buzzer. The door opened and a elderly oriental man appeared. There was also a very beautiful oriental women of college age right behind him. She grabbed my arm and lead me back to her bedroom. She asked me "what would you like?"
I said, "I would like a shower, a massage and some sex."
She stated, "it will be $600 for two and a half hours."
I was looking at her body mostly as I reached for my billfold. "Do you take discover card?" I mumbled (what a perfect name for a credit card in this type of situation).