I'm a male in my late 50's. Not to brag, but with all of my physical activities and strenuous workouts, I've been told I look more like a man in my early 40's. Back in 2011 I was diagnosed with early stages of prostate cancer. I immediately took the positive approach and was implanted with over 100 radium seeds. It cured my Cancer, but the side-effects were devastating. My prostate swelled up and after three separate trips to the emergency room to have a caterer inserted to urinate, I had a procedure where a catheter implanted directly through my belly into the bladder to relieve the pain and discomfort.
After three months, my prostate's swelling was reduced and I had the catheter removed. Unfortunately it left me impotent. My Urologist prescribed Viagra, Cialis and one other pill that failed to work. After nearly a year, my wife of twenty years couldn't take the neglect, even my expert tongue and assorted toys couldn't satisfy her. She took a lover, which I knew about and was okay with at first. She became emotionally attached to him and after six months, she left me for someone who could satisfy her.
My next urology appointment came up and Dr. Mitchell told me about two other options, one was a pump, I've tried it in the past, not a medical one, but one just the same. I found it ineffective. The other one was a shot where a needle was inserted in the side muscle of the penis and it stimulated the muscle and would keep me erect for well over an hour. I shuttered at the thought of sticking a needle in my penis, but was at wits end. I was still a very sexual man, even though I couldn't perform. I agreed to give it a shot, no pun intended. I was given an appointment for the following week and I nearly cancelled. Just the thought of a needle shoved into my penis made me very, very nervous and if it did work, was leery I performing the procedure myself at a later date. I read up all I could on Edex and figured, what the hell, I could suffer a tiny pin prick, again pardon the pun, to make my prick good and hard and keep it that was for over an hour. Let me tell you, the worst part is the physiological impact not getting it up while in bed is the worst feeling in the world.
I arrived at the doctor's office fifteen minutes early, I was so fucking nervous, I couldn't sit still. When called in to the cubicle, I was met by a pretty blonde nurse. First let me tell you I love watching all of the beautiful women on Fox News, that being said, the nurse had the body of Megyn Kelly, slender, petite with breasts slightly larger than Megyn's. She had a full head of light blonde hair. It was pulled back in a French twist and had two tentacles on either side of her face. Her bright blue eyes sparkled as she instructed me; "Please strip from the waist down, leave your shoes on. You do not have to put the paper gown on, just place it over your lap, the doctor will be in shortly." She turned and just before she left I noticed her name tag, it said Georgia Cummings, R.N.
I pulled off my sweats, I was told to wear them last time I was there. I pulled off my shorts and folding them, I took a seat on the cold paper covered bench. Placing the paper sheet over my lap I sat there and waited.
Dr. Mitchell came rushing in and shook my hand. I hardly noticed him, because beside him was a living goddess. Her name tag said; "Dr. E. Henderson, P.A. She smiled at me and I nearly melted. She stood no more than five foot nothing. Her raven hair was pulled back and two large chopsticks kept it up, along with a large comb. Her face was without a doubt, flawless. Her large green eyes were moving from me to the doctor and I tried to tear my eyes from her, but couldn't. She was wearing a long, nearly knee-length lab coat, same as Doctor Mitchell. They both had them unbuttoned. Beneath the coat, she was wearing a sheer white blouse, showing off a lacy demi-bra containing her small, but pert breasts, no more than a small B, most likely a hefty A cup. Below that she was wearing a tight, black pencil skirt and covering her short, but shapely calves were sheer black stocking. I wondered if they were pantyhose or thigh high. My cock began to stiffen, even before the shot, it was a miracle.
I tore my eye away and stared at Dr. Mitchell, he was going on about the shot and concentrating on him, my slight erection quickly disappeared. He instructed me to pull the sheet aside. Slipping on a pair of rubber gloves, he took my flaccid penis in his hand, pulling the skin taut; he injected the needle in the side of my penis. "Now you need to rub it for about five seconds to make sure you don't bleed and make the injection spread along the entire muscle. Just make sure you don't inject it on the bottom side, you urinate from that point and don't want the injection going there. Either side is okay. We'll give you ten minutes and we'll be back to check on you, just sit back and relax.
I waited nearly twenty minutes and the door opened suddenly and in walked Dr. Henderson, she looked nervous, but flashed me a smile; "I hate to tell you, but Dr. Mitchell had to leave suddenly for an emergency surgery. He asked me to check out how the injection was working and to write you a prescription if it did work. I have a few samples I can give you till your prescription is ready, if you need it." She stepped before me and looked down at the huge tent in the paper sheet covering my upper thighs. She looked up at me with a weird smile on her face. She licked her red lips; "It sure looks like the injection worked, hasn't it. Shall we have a look at it?"
I nodded and slid the sheet down and my stiff cock sprung to attention before her. I watched as she put on a rubber glove. She reached out and closed her slender fingers around my shaft. I heard her let out a tiny gasp as she hefted it in her hand. Her fingers slowly tightened and she stroked it a couple of times and her eyes darted up to me and back to my cock as a tiny drop of pre-cum oozed out and covered her rubber covered hand.
"Mmmm Dr. Henderson, you have no idea how good that feels, that and having an erection, especially in front of someone as beautiful as you are!"
She sucked in her breath and licked her parched lips again. Her gorgeous green eyes darted back and forth several times from my erection and to my eyes and back again. She took a deep breath and squeezed it a little harder and it caused me to let out a moan; "Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause you any pain."
"Oh don't you worry doctor, it was a moan of pleasure, not pain. It would feel better if you used your other hand, the hand not covered in a rubber glove."
She continued to stare at my thick, seven inch stiff cock. Her other hand slowly came up from her side. She rolled it from the rubber gloved hand to her hard, soft-skinned bare hand. Closing her fingers around it, she began stroking it again. This time a little faster as I thrust my hips off the paper covered bench. I watched her firm taut breasts rising and lowering from her heavy breathing.
I put my hand on her wrist; "Your hand is a little dry doctor, I think it would feel a whole lot better it you made it wet." Letting go of her hand, my hand slid up her slender arm and up to her shoulder. I tugged lightly on her shoulder, not wanting to scare her away.
She stared up at me with those mesmerizing green pools of lust. She licked her lips again and I let out a groan when she slowly sank down to her knees and once again staring up into my eyes, her head slowly lowered. Her full pouty lips parted and a tiny wet tongue slipped out. She lowered her head and I let out a loud moan when her tongue flicked out and ran around and around the fat mushroom head of my cock. She pulled back slightly and whispered in a deep husky voice; "Is that wet enough Mister..."
