Or perhaps I should say it had all started a few weeks previously when, try as I might, I was ashamed that I couldn't get an erection, which, to put it politely, frustrated my wife. After several abortive disasters, taking the usual medicines without success, she'd surprised me by switching to one of the porn channels on tv.
"They're faking it," was my only excuse for my continued flopping. It wasn't that this naked girl didn't arouse me- she did! The problem was she couldn't get me erect enough to please my better half.
So she had staggered me still further by suggesting "the real thing," so here we were at Stephanie's.
My wife wanted to watch, perhaps she didn't trust me! But once we'd explained to Dom Stephanie, it was agreed I'd be much less inhibited, if my wife went away for half an hour.
She stripped me down, which I found very arousing. She kissed me where it counts, she stripped off herself, she donned a sexy shiny catsuit and brandished her whip, but all to no avail. She couldn't make me erect with all her wiles, even though I desperately wanted her.
So she began masturbating me, which altered the composition of my floppy failure into semi life. It was pulsing, but though I began to climb on the pvc darling, there was no way I could have taken her or satisfied her. I spouted my feeble offering over her disinterested body.
"I've never had a failure like you before," she sighed in apology. "I can continue, but I don't think you've got it in you, have you?"
I shook my head sadly.
"Thanks for trying. It's not that I didn't lust for you, Dom. I wonder if I couldn't help thinking that my wife knew what was going on, and it inhibited me?"
"Yeah, maybe. But see a doctor?"
That decided me.
I insisted I went without my wife.
Dr Sam Blessingham wasn't what I had expected. Expert in male sexual disorders, the cv stated.
I had imagined I'd meet a man, but she introduced herself as Samantha, and bid me relax. She looked like a doctor in her white coat, that was reassuring, but the fact that she was an attractive young woman with long flowing brown hair couldn't be denied.
I won't bore you with all her questions. But she hit the nail on the head.
"You can't expect miracles, now you are getting older," was her not too informative verdict.
I muttered that I still had the will, I even said, to my dying embarrassment, I fancied her!
She ignored that, but added that she wanted to perform a detailed internal examination, if I was agreeable, how about next week?
Anything to try and please the wife, I joked, though I meant, to get this frustrating problem solved and please myself most of all.
Sam didn't look so much like a doctor on the day of my "examination." She'd tied her hair into two long pigtails, and had no 'uniform,' wearing a soft silky pink dress with several bows adorning it, making her look more like a child than a proper doctor.
But I didn't say anything, her look was more like Stephanie's, it bid me Lie On That Couch and Speak Only When You Are Spoken To. Yet it seemed odd that she had no nurse to assist.
"This won't hurt," Sam confided, as she slipped her hand into my back passage. It was more arousing than anything, as I could feel her gently probe her way in, then her fingers moving inside me. It was odd, but she didn't wear the usual latex gloves.
I was quite aroused by her attentions, even more when her free hand suddenly descended on my little boy.
"Do you feel excited?" she asked me pointedly.
"Well, yes, to be honest, I do. Sorry."
"No don't apologize. That's natural, in the circumstances. But I can't feel your penis responding much!"
"That's my problem. Is there any physical reason you can find?"
"I think I have located one possible difficulty." She withdrew her hands, and went to wash, as she continued to chat.
"We will take some x-rays, to see if that confirms what I have found, and also map your prostate, to see what problems may lurk there."
The next half hour was spent with me lying under machinery.
Then Dr Sam, pronounced,
"I'll have these scans sent off, come back next week and we'll take it from there. Try not to worry, that is easy to say, but worry will only exacerbate your problem!"
On my next visit, Dr Sam again wore no uniform, but she looked more severe with thick glasses and a stethoscope that oddly reminded me of Dom Stephanie. Her dress I would almost describe as babyish, a bright orange ruffled top and a dark brown skirt, that was, to all intents, a tutu.
She looked awfully attractive!
"Tell me the worst," I said with some bravado, as I made for her couch.
Her response took my breath away.
She uttered no words, but unzipped my pants, snatched at my little boy, clearly determined to transform it into one very excited big big boy.
"Is that nice?" she smiled at me.
I could only nod. I couldn't do anything else. Unfortunately. My little boy seemed obstinately determined not to impress her.
After a minute of frantic masturbation, she did what even Stephanie hadn't done, placed it in her mouth, and she sucked, and she sucked hard and she sucked long.
I gasped.
"Well, you have me excited!" I laughed.
Whether she knew I was on the boil, I can't be sure, but I knew I was going to boil over, even if I was in a near floppy state.
She must have felt it too, cos her mouth suddenly pulled away, and I sprayed my clothing.
"Sorry about that," she said in a surprisingly matter-of-fact tone. "You'd better clean up. But I had to do that to test my theory. I'll explain it when you're back to normal."
She left me alone in her consulting room.
I betrayed a few damp marks, when she returned, and I was still shaking from the experience.
But she sounded confident that she could solve my problem, that was the only important thing I cared for.
She explained her diagnosis in some detail, which I won't bore you with. She outlined possible treatments, some of which as I had already tried, we both ruled out.
We agreed surgery was the best of two options. She did emphasize that the treatment she was starting to pioneer, had yet to be proven in its efficacy, long words like that, so it was over to me....
"Up to me, eh?" I answered, trying to turn it into a feeble joke. She was not impressed by that, so I said I was willing to give it a go, and after signing the usual consents, the time and place were set.
I felt very drowsy when I recovered from my op. Very numb in my nether regions, but Dr Sam sounded reasonably confident that it had gone well, I took that to be the cautious optimism of the medical profession.
Next day I was real sore, that, assured Dr Sam, was normal, the effects would wear off. She'd found the suspected blocked tube and mended that, but more seriously also had to reconstruct my prostate. "Don't worry," was her familiar comforting advice.
However I had some cause to be worried as I lay in my hospital bed, tubes attached to help me pee and poo (those aren't the medical terms, you understand).
You see, my wife had been sitting by my bed, encouraging me with things like, we'll be back to normal soon. But in my unconscious moments, I had, according to nursing attendants, lived out my fantasies that related to Dom Stephanie and Dr Sam.
Dr Sam had tried to convince her that it was only fantasy, but she had stormed out, saying that she was going to stay with our children.
So I was alone, and worried that all this energy had been expended for the sake of my wife, who would, maybe never, be there to benefit.
That's when I decided that at least I myself ought to benefit, if things turned out well.
On the third day the tubes came out, this was to be the acid test. Dr Sam was coming that evening to get me "excited." I tried to feel my little boy to see if that thought itself might revive me. I felt excited. But not where it showed. I breathed disappointment. But Dr Sam had warned me to be patient. Perhaps I was trying to walk before I could crawl, or, putting it more appositely, trying to make babies before I could ejaculate.
I waited with growing anticipation for Dr Sam's appearance.
I informed nurse I needed a pee- I wanted to be at my best when Sam came. She fetched a potty, and looked away as I strained to pass water.
I stared at the product. Dr Sam had warned it might be red, I was ready for that. But this was thick and silver colored, more like cum, I thought. Nurse saw my puzzlement and took the potty away, staring herself in shock.
"Can you go again?" nurse asked. "Doctor thinks you probably needed to clear your system."
I promised to try, and a few minutes' effort brought its reward. But the composition of my wee was the same silvery solution.
Dr Sam was my next visitor, ten minutes later.
"It's nothing to worry about," she smiled. "We'll have to postpone what we'd planned, until we have sorted out this hiccup. Don't frown."
Indeed, I was disappointed, and she had noted that.
"Your bladder needs to normalize itself, it really isn't a problem."
But twenty four hours later, things hadn't improved, sadly.
"It is semen that your are producing when you try and wee," she admitted. "I'm going to examine you to see what's happening to all your urine."
She prodded and probed. In other circumstances, I'd have enjoyed it.
"Mmm," she confessed, "I am not sure what has happened as yet. What I propose, with your agreement, is that we do that "excited" thing now, shall we?"
I smiled and she escorted the nurse out the room and I was alone, anticipating some pleasure at Dr Sam's tender hands.
Minutes later, she was back, now minus her uniform, but plus her dishy silk dress with bows.
"Now let's see," she said in a tone that smacked more of Dom Stephanie, "let's see if we can Get It Up. Close your eyes."
I think I had passed away into heaven as she took hold of me and began to tease my little boy. Soon she was stroking it, as well as any pro, and wonder of wonders, not only was I myself enjoying it, my little boy was showing signs of its old life.
"Is that nice?"
"You bet, and I think I am getting bigger!"
"You are, sweetie, you are. Very big indeed. Are you always so large?"
I dared look and it was certainly as big as in my heyday. I throbbed.
"You're coming aren't you?"
"Wow, wow, yes! I'm busting, it's so good!"
My load sprayed into doctor's waiting flask.
"Okay?" I asked her.
"Mmm, I'll be back in a mo."
I waited anxiously. I was elated, yet worried why she'd dashed away so rapidly.
It was then that I noticed that my Big Boy hadn't subsided as it always used to. Perhaps it was having to settle in again, I decided. But no, I was decidedly stiff and keen to ejaculate my cum again.
Just then, Dr Sam returned, and seeing my pulsating state, shoved her mouth on me, my big willy engulfed by her warm lips. She was in time to receive my gift.
She savored it as I look quizzically at her.
She ejected most of it into a bowl, after swallowing the first portion. "Sorry, nice taste!" she exclaimed.
She's the most unconventional doctor I've met, I decided. But I certainly liked her style.
"I've sent your first sample to the lab, but," she paused, "from the taste of this lot, I'd say this is where your urine has gotten to!"
I gasped.
"Sorry, I needed to taste it, to confirm my suspicions. I see you've not subsided."
"No, I'm starting to feel all horny again!"
"Nothing to worry about, it's quite common, priapism, the permanently erectile penis. Your body is bound to settle down. I'll be back once I've got the lab result."
I was left alone, and my big boy was shuddering out of control. I didn't need to do anything, I knew what was gonna happen.
Before I could explode, the nurse came in- to say she looked amazed would understate it. She was met at the door by a powerful shot of my stuff, whatever it was.
"Sir, please...," she stuttered, I couldn't tell if she was uncomfortable or merely inquisitive.
I couldn't hide my big boy under the bedsheet, it had taken on a life of its own. The foreskin rolled back of its own accord, as it smiled at the bewildered nurse.
Before I could say more, she was on top of me, her mouth welcoming my magnificent offering.
It was over in a trice, she was hysterical with ecstasy, while somehow I was still fresh and randy.
"Nurse!!" cried out Dr Sam, seeing the tail end of this unfortunate incident.
The nurse spluttered her dripping regrets, I likewise, though it had been a pleasure.
"At least it won't have done any lasting damage," Dr Sam informed the nurse, "it's only urine he's passing."
She turned to me.
"We'll see if you can calm down in time, otherwise, I'll have to resort to our alternative idea."
She hurriedly tugged the ravished nurse out of the room, and sent in a replacement.
It was deja vu, or deja nu perhaps. Anyway, I'd worked up into another boiling fever when the new nurse found me and gasped.
With commendable presence of mind, she bolted the door, and was on me in seconds. She pulled off my hospital clothing and was soon passionately embracing me, and most of all, that bad big boy. She got me so excited I really wanted to give her even my second rate cum. She wanted it too, forcing me into her back passage, once, twice, I exploded, before she lay back exhausted for me to fondle her large bosoms.
You won't believe it, but the incredible thing is, each ejaculation of urine made me more horny, and I was now in the role of raging lion, seeking whom he might devour.
This naked nut quit the voluptuous nurse and roamed the corridors. Ignoring all male microbes, I have to confess I went beserk. Every female I saw, I squirted with my urine- you must understand this was, like ejaculation, entirely automatic.
Every minute for the next five minutes, I sprayed, until Dr Sam caught up with me, and with a couple of burly helpers, escorted me forcibly back to my room.
I had to be tied down.
It didn't stop me spraying, but the hospital was safe once more.
Dr Sam came in, with a sedative.
She was making copious notes. I think I remarked to her, I was her guinea pig freak, in between another shower of liquid.
"I've written down what I'm going to do," she interrupted me.
"I think my own juices may arrest your climaxing."
That was her way of saying she was taking me.
If she didn't moan when my biggest of boys got inside her, then I don't know what else it was. I was utterly blown away by her. It seemed very unmedical. After I'd joyfully given her my dose, for the first time I found myself relaxing.
The newspapers got hold of the story and had a field day. The headlines varied from
Patient Runs Wild in Hospital, to
Giant Dick Doses Out the Medicine, and
Wee's a Pretty Boy!
But I had to thank Dr Sam, for sorting me out. "It's a pleasure," she said, and I think she meant it.
If my priapic member had subsided, then was all okay again? At first Dr Sam thought it was. My urine began to come out on demand, as it were. But I seemed to have lost that elusive skill of erection, and now it was a case of Thus Bad Begins, for I could not feel desire. It was as though that excess of lust had been my swansong. Plan B, that is my only other solution, offered Dr Sam, a week later. I had no other option...
Visit me today, and you will find a beautiful old youngster, to all appearances.
I'm content.
Dr Sam said I might enjoy myself in a new way, as I could no longer be helped medically.
She was right. I found it satisfying staying at her hospital, being dressed in babydoll clothes and fussed over as a little baby girl. Little girls don't have big boys do they? Yes, they will come to like such playthings, and one day maybe this sissy patient will find out such facts of life.
But meantime, I am happy in my little world, happy even though my little boy is more a shriveled boy, and what is more, I can pee to my heart's content in my diaper, and noone will tell me off, cos I'm just a good little girly who loves to please her doctor.
I do believe my doctor is pleased with me too, as she cares for me in my own little ward. One day, she says she might find me a friend whom I can play with, but I fancy she means herself. But she has said she will advertize to find a sissy friend for me, who knows, could it be you?
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