Alex wasn't young; but the ad didn't say they wanted young men. He was pretty healthy; not 'two hours in the gym every day' healthy; but he did some jogging, curls and stuff with ten pound weights, swimming. Sexually active. Well, he had been. His sales job kept him on the move; but he had no trouble finding 'progressive' women who liked some friendly talk, maybe a show, some good chew, and an enthusiastic roll in the hay. Was he a sexual acrobat? Not really. But he liked to please the lady; quietly find out what rang her chimes and then get out the clapper. Plenty of leisure time on the back of the neck, the ears; back rubs, tummy rubs, teasing nipples eager to be engulfed in a hot mouth.
That was pretty much over. A quirky thing. A minor auto accident where his Cabriolet was rear-ended creating some back pain ... and impotence. Well, not full-time impotence, but often enough so that he couldn't count on his pecker to be there for the big finish; even if he got himself, and the lady receiving his thoughtful windup, all hot and bothered. Mr. Pecker went awol.
Viagra and Cialis somehow didn't do the trick. They gave him headaches, made his heart race, heated him up until he was red-faced and dripping sweat, and then only sometimes grew the wood he needed to help his somewhat alarmed partner get off. He had had a regular lady who was very 'understanding'; but his frustrations made her frustrated, then angry, then distant, then gone. A long patch of celibacy.
Then he saw the ad.
"Wanted, men between the ages of 37 and 62 with a history of sexual dysfunction. No history of acute or chronic disease. HIV negative. No STDs. Willing to be thoroughly tested. To engage in a study to test an experimental substance that can enhance sexual function. Willing to tolerate possibly unusual side effects. Small honorarium."
He expected some sort of white, glaring laboratory smelling of alcohol and medicine, but the place was actually an attractive brick structure with a white, Greek facade on the edge of a suburban university campus. He assumed that there were many other men in the study, but he never saw any of them on the days they did his physical and stuff. They were very thorough. On the day he was assigned to actually test the product a BMW was leaving the parking lot as he arrived, but it sped away and he didn't get a good look at the occupant.
He was greeted by a prim young woman with a clipboard, a professional manner, and a warm smile. She introduced herself as Dr. Smith. That was all.
"Is that a pseudonym?"
She smiled again, showing impressive dimples.
"That's not important."
Back to business. She detailed her credentials. Prestigious college; medical school, post doc. Simultaneous PhD. Articles published, if he had any doubts about the authenticity of the study. He demurred. Then she described the experiment.
"Our substance, which can be applied like a nicotine patch, has proven in 96 percent of cases to create an erection within ten minutes. However, in our Phase One trials we discovered that it had three side effects. One we expected: erection can last indefinitely. So we have created an "antidote" that can be applied quickly that immediately reduces turgor.
"And the other two?"
He saw her suppress a grin.
"What?"
"Oh, it's just that some of the techs call this feature the "Size Matters" feature. You see, our substance allows the subject; that's you; or his partner to, how do I say, adjust the size of the organ to, how do I say, fit the partner."
"You're saying I can make my dick bigger or smaller ...at will?"
"Yes, that's right. You, or he or she... It is 'she' with you ...?"
She peeked at the clipboard.
"She."
"Yes, usually it seems to be she who ... adjusts it ... by simply pressing firmly on the perineum, commonly called the 'taint,' to expand, or squeeze firmly at the base to reduce it. That latter is a little tricky, since enthusiastic manual stimulation can trigger a reduction.
The other effect seems to be that, as long as the subject is well-hydrated ..."
"Well-hydrated ...?"
"Drinking fluids; water, juices, not alcohol, he is capable of repeated ejaculations; without most of the sperm content, but not significantly reduced in volume, in fact, ..."
"Yes?"
"Well, every subject is a bit different. We will have to see with you. That, indeed is one of the objectives of this experiment."
"And the others ...?"
"Well, we know that the product works; we just don't know how long it works. Before today we always issued the antidote after one or two successful ejaculations. And most of those were measured in sessions using auto-stimulation ..."
"Excuse me?"
"Masturbation. But those were sometimes skewed by the subject either trying to increase penile size to a dangerous level for ego gratification, or accidentally reducing it to minimum ..."
"So if, while 'under the influence' I squeeze it, it doesn't just go limp?"
"No, apparently not. That's why we have the antidote. But, as I was saying, we would like to test the real benefit of this ability to adjust size, and that is ... pleasing the partner."
"So I am not just getting this stuff and then beating off as many times as I would like, or perhaps as many as you would like ..."
Dr. Smith kept her eyes on her clipboard, but Alex swore he saw a slight blush rise in her cheeks and there was a just a touch of squirming within that demure grey straight skirt.
"But 'you' I mean you and your experimental staff, of course."
She nodded quickly.
"Of course."
"So how does this work? Do I take the stuff home to use with my 'significant other' (not that there is one at the moment) and keep a journal of what we do? Would she fill out a questionnaire, or ...?
"Perhaps in a later phase with carefully controlled married couples, although I imagine we would still bring them in here for a little "vacation". No, for this study we need a very controlled environment and experimental subjects. So we have chosen your partners carefully to provide a variety of physical types, ethnicities, ages, levels of "enthusiasm".
"Wait, so I won't just be with one 'surrogate'. There are more than ... how many?
"Well, that depends ... on you, and on them. So, first, do you have any objection to this scenario, or to women of various appearance and desires, for want of a better word?
