I Was Impressed and Extremely Pleased With His Prosthetic Penis
By: Stacey Herrera
Tags: Dating, Body Positive, Erotic, Sex, Sexuality

We were on our first date when he shared his story. As a child, he had a rare form of cancer. He underwent extensive treatment for years before participating in a clinical trial.

Of all the children who participated in the trial, he was the lone survivor. At the ripe age of 14, the doctors told him that he would probably develop cancer again in the future.

He was diagnosed with bladder cancer 20 years later.

They performed a cystectomy, which is the surgical removal of the bladder. In men, bladder removal usually involves removing the prostate and seminal vesicles as well. If you’re wondering, the seminal vesicles are the inside of the penis.

This was not an easy time for him. As most men would be, he was devasted at the possibility of a sexless future. But he was also grateful to have survived cancer, twice. And relieved that technology afforded him the possibility of a normal-ish sex life.

I was fascinated by his story and encouraged by his resilience. I was also super curious. I asked a million questions.

Do you have sensation? How do you urinate? Did you experience depression? Do you still have testicles? Is your experience of arousal different than before?

He was kind enough to answer all my questions. Then he thanked me because apparently a prosthetic penis is a deal-breaker for a lot of people.

“I have been rejected so many times. And the women who stuck around, usually couldn’t handle my stamina,” he said. “It takes me a really long time to cum because of my situation.”

Now I was even more curious.

“May I see?” I asked pointedly.

“Of course,” he responded before standing up and dropping his pants.

While flaccid, it wasn’t very different in appearance than a regular penis.

He still had testicles, but there was a valve in each sac. The valve on the right was used to release urine from his reconstructed bladder. And the valve on the left was used to inflate the silicone tubing inside the penis, to create an erection.

“May I touch it?”

In response, he took my hand and placed it on his now erect penis. It was slightly cool to the touch. The silicone tubing made it less circular, so it felt a bit flat on the top and underside.

He allowed me to deflate it and pump it up several times. He even obliged when I asked if I could see him pee.

This was by far one of the most intimate dates I had ever experienced.

At this point, I was pretty confident that I was going to have sex with him. When he led me to his bedroom, I was taken aback by all the mirrors.

There were mirrors on 3 of the 4 walls and on the ceiling. He said that he relied heavily on visuals because of his “situation.” And he reiterated the fact that it took him “a long time to cum.”

I called bullshit.

“Even men with regular plumbing have dry orgasms,” I said.

A dry orgasm happens when a man climaxes without producing semen.

Of course, he was not convinced. He was too stuck in the story of how long it takes. But that meant more pleasure for me, right?

He took his time and undressed me slowly.

Paying attention to how my body responded to his touch. Once I was naked, he admired my body. First with his eyes and then with his hands.

I must admit, I was a bit uncomfortable at first. The lights were on and I could see myself from every angle. But I could also see the arousal on his face. As his skin began to flush and his pupils dilated.

“I love your body,” he said before kissing me.

He kissed my mouth with a mix of tenderness and excitement. While dancing his fingers around my erect nipples. I was gushing, inside and out.

He was very adept at cunnilingus. Using his tongue and his hands. Generous laps around my vulva. Skilled flicks on my clitoris. Beckoning my orgasm with his dexterous fingers.

I came three times in preparation to receive his member.

Before inflating it completely, he rubbed the head between my labia. The difference in temperature was delicious. Cool, but not cold. The sensation took me to the edge of desire, over and over again.

Once fully inflated, he penetrated me with his eyes and his penis. His approach was unhurried and graceful. His gaze was intense and soft.

It was heavenly!

He slightly increased the speed with each stroke. All while whispering sweet nothings to me in Spanish.

“Que rico…” “Eres muy linda…” “Te adoro…”

He lost himself more and more with every stroke. And his rhythm became more intense.

I raked my nails down his back. While letting pleasure wash over, around, and through me. He was getting charged by my charge. He was turned on by how much I was enjoying him.

And he was getting close. I could tell.

He asked me to get on my knees, so he could penetrate me from behind. Before long I was face to face with myself. And there he was behind me, losing himself to pleasure. It was beautiful.

He arrived a few minutes later.

His orgasm was a crescendo. Energetically loud. It crashed into him like a semi hitting a wall at high speed.

His expression was agonizing. Teeth bared. Eyes tight. Skin crimson. Muscles tightened. Sweat dripping.

His breathing relaxed and his face softened, as he slowly withdrew from my body. Then he lied down next to me and invited me into the crook of his arm. We snuggled close, listening as our breaths synced until we fell asleep.

We continued where we left off the next morning. Fucking until well past noon.