Erectile "Dysfunction"
I was approaching fifty when I experienced the first major drawback of aging. It took a few months to realize what was happening, but when I did it filled me with anxiety. I felt humiliated and emasculated whenever my wife saw me fail.
The first time my erection was a little soft I figured it was just a result of the extra few pounds my wife had put on. I begged her to wear sexy underthings from then on, and the special visual stimulation helped - for a while.
But my cock refused to cooperate, growing softer and softer gradually over time. The pills my doctor gave me didn't work great, and the hundred dollar a bottle pills on the internet didn't do jack. Every once in a blue moon my penis worked great so I would double down on the pills hopefully. But in the end they failed me and I failed Gianna.
In desperation I called the number advertised on the radio. After driving an hour to the clinic for a consultation the doctor gave me a thorough exam.
The Urologist started with blood pressure and temperature readings. Then he took a blood sample.
He checked my heart and my lungs. He checked for testicular cancer as I lay back on the table naked from the waist down. He ran a tube down my urethra to check for a bladder infection. Near the end he checked my prostate for a long time with me bent over the table. Then he even pulled on my soft dick for a bit to confirm that it wouldn't respond to tactile stimulation. Inside I felt very turned on - I have a little kink regarding medical stuff. But on the outside, nothing happened.
In the end I was told that I was overweight, had high blood sugar, had clogged my arteries, and I only had one choice - give up all sugar, flour, and carbs.
He explained more and I complained heartily, "What? You mean I have to live on like, goat meat, and kale?"
The doctor was sympathetic, "No, no, not at all. But don't you like steak and cheese?"
"Well yea, what man doesn't like steak? But do I have to trade my ice cream for spinach?"
He put his hand on my shoulder, "Tony, you're not quite hearing me. You won't be trading ice cream for vegetables. Vegetables have carbs too. You have to give up all carbs, all of them...and it'll take up to a year to clean out your damaged arteries."
On second thought I could give up the vegetables, but I didn't want to give up cake. "Isn't there any other way?"
He looked closely at me for a few minutes. Then as if he was struggling with himself and lost, he offered me another solution. "Well, I could make up a lotion for you, rub it on your penis when you want an erection, and if you respond I think you'll like the results. But I warn you, it's kind of expensive, once I make it you have to use it within minutes, and it only works for one erection.
"Yes! I'll try it. Right now!"
"Now? Your wife's not out in the waiting room, is she?" I shook my head slowly.
Then he answered matter of factly, "There's a room down the hall with a chair and some magazines. It's for the men who are being tested for infertility. You can go there after." I was overjoyed at the prospect of jerking off again after about a month without any sex of any kind.
Doctor Walt disappeared into the back room and when he came back he had a small plastic cup of lotion. "OK, I'll rub it on you and if it works you can start treatments as often as you want to come in."
I lifted the hospital gown, laying out my uncooperative member for the doc to treat. He rubbed the compound on me, always stroking from the base to the tip, even working it into the slit on the end and over my balls. The feeling was electric and surged through my body, but especially in my now turgid cazzo.
Great balls of fire! It worked! I humped at his hand until I got control of my urges.
I was so thrilled I wasn't even embarrassed. I looked at his face, beaming. He responded, "Run along now, lad. Once you lose it, it'll be gone. Unless you want...nevermind." I hobbled down the hall holding my robe closed in the back while covering my hard-on in the front: just in case some nurse was still in the clinic, even though by now it was after closing by a few minutes.
In the little room I settled down into an easy chair and took care of business. A short time later I emerged sheepishly knowing that the doc was fully aware of what I'd done in there.
I wrote the check with no reservations. Doc told me he would do me a favor and I could make an appointment for the last time slot of any day, and bring my wife along too, as long as we were discreet.
Gianna noticed the change in my attitude right away. I told her that I'd gone to a clinic and that it worked. We would just have to go there when it was time to engage in marital relations.
Being an assertive Italian woman she shrieked her objection, "Magari! ...But you can't a man be otherwise." Then calming down as quickly as she'd flown off the handle she patted my cheek, "We go once a month."
A month later we entered the clinic just as the receptionist was leaving. The decrepit old doctor with one foot in the grave let Gianna wait in the little room, which was fixed up a little nicer than before, then he and I went to the exam room for the treatment.
Just like before, he left to mix it up. Then, after he rubbed it on my hardening cock, I rushed to Gianna and performed my husbandly duty alla pecorina. It had been so long since we had fucked that she screamed louder than I was comfortable with. It was so satisfying to be a man again. At home again she suggested we should go twice a month - for me.
This went on for six months when Walt did us the biggest favor ever. He lived a whole lot closer to us than the clinic so he said we could start going to his home office. Gianna then agreed to go once a week.
One fateful day I was waiting in the doc's exam room, only this time Gianna was with me while he was in his den making the preparation. He came back and I raised my gown impatiently. When Gianna saw how it was applied her eyes went wide, her pupils dilated, and her cheeks flushed. I knew she was excited and ready to fuck too at the sight of my manhood.
I grew to my full seven inches and Gianna interrupted the process, "Doctor? So what it is in the compound?" She looked from my slick dick to the doctor's face.
The doc rubbed my cock intently, "It's an animal based prostaglandin that's been modified with a unique protein."
Gianna cocked her head suspiciously. Then suddenly and without warning she dabbed her finger in the lotion and tasted it. "You sick bastard!" She yelled a litany of curses half in Italian and half English, "You're rubbing the semen on my Tony and charging us to do it! Andare a puttane!"
