“Mr. Morrison?” the male nurse called with a nice loud voice, getting my attention away from my reading.

“Yes,” I answered, closing my book, and following him into an examining room.

“Have a seat,” he said and indicated a chair. “How have you been doing?”

“Okay, I suppose,” I answered. I'd been returning each week since the surgery for the doctor to check me over. Since he removed my prostate, he checked where it had been quite thoroughly. I was now so used to his finger probes that I was beginning to enjoy them. [Did I just admit that?

“You don't sound to]o positive,” the nurse said and turned and looked my way.

“I feel fine. That's not the problem. I seem to have no response to sexual stimulus and I should by now," I answered.

“Maybe it hasn't been long enough, and,” here he smiled, “maybe you haven't had the right kind of stimulus. We'll see what Dr. Arnold has to say about it. He'll know what to do."

“I hope so,” I said, and wondered what the Dr. would say.

The wait couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but it seemed as if hours had passed while I waited. Suddenly there was a knock and in walked Dr. Arnold. He was a tall man with very black hair, very light skin and brilliant blue eyes. One would notice him where ever he was seen. He looked as if he should be in a bank, behind a desk, instead of a doctor of urology, working on men's sexual parts.

“How are you feeling?” he asked as he took a seat on the rolling stool.

“Physically, I'm doing great,” I answered.

“And - - - -?” he asked with a kind smile.

“And I still haven't had even a hint of an erection.” I said, getting it stated immediately before I backed out.

“I'm going to have to be very blunt as we discuss this,” he warned. “I hope you won't be embarrassed.”

“Whatever it takes,” I stated. Besides, sexual talk had never bothered me because my older brother used to answer all my sex questions and I felt somewhat comfortable with Dr. Arnold.

“What kind of attempts have you tried?” he asked.

“I've tried masturbation but it just remained limp,” was my first answer. “I tried watching men masturbate on the internet and that interested me, and I think I felt some kind of interest, but still no erection. I watched different kinds of pornography and it made me want to masturbate, but I still couldn't."

“No physical contact with another person?” he asked.

I wondered for a moment if I should tell him I had tried with another person. Suddenly it was coming out of my mouth and I didn't try to stop it.

“I went to an erotic masseur to see if that would give me the jolt I needed. He was an older man and very understanding. He actually had me really sexually stimulated. No erection, but he did give me my first orgasm since the surgery.”

“That's good. At least you know you can still have a perfectly great orgasm, even it it doesn't get throbbing hard like it used to," he said with understanding and no judgement. “How did he manage the orgasm?”

“Do you want me to go into detail?” I asked.

“Tell me as much as you're willing. I need to know what happened so I can help you,” he said in a kind voice. “I won't be bothered by anything you might tell me.”

“He had me on my stomach and reached under me and pressed my penis up against my body with his oily hand. He rubbed my penis against me and it felt wonderful. I thought I was going to get hard but I didn't. As he was doing that, he began to tease my anus and eventually inserted a finger. That certainly added to the pleasure but nothing happened. He had me turn over and lowered his mouth around my penis and sucked me up into his mouth and circled the head of my penis with his tongue and sucked in and out. It was wonderful. I thought I might be semi-hard, but when he let it go, it flopped against me and I was really disappointed. He had a vibrator that had a cup on the end that fit over the end of my penis and that is what eventually gave me the orgasm.”

“Thanks for telling me. This has helped me know what hasn't worked yet. You've certainly been more open than other men who have had E.D. Most have been too embarrassed to talk about it and just accept the fact that they can't get hard. Would you be willing to do an experiment?" he asked and looked expectant as I let the word, "experiment," sink in.

“I would be willing to do whatever it takes,” I heard myself answering, and wondered what I was getting myself into.

“I want you to try something and I need to be with you while you try it. I need to give you specific directions and watch the results."

I have to admit that I was getting really interested in what was about to happen. I felt some kind of twitch in my briefs and found it encouraging. I wanted to get on with whatever was going to happen.

“I'll try anything you suggest,” I said.

He stood and indicated that I should also.

“Remove your pants and underwear. If your shirt tail is long, you might need to remove it also. We don't want anything getting in the way.”

For some reason, I felt no embarrassment at all when I undressed in front of him. My mind was on getting started correcting my malady, and I would have undressed in front of an audience if I had needed to. Well, maybe not that, but I wouldn't have minded if his nurse had been in there too. I stood naked with just my t-shirt on and was looking expectantly at the handsome urologist.

“Put your middle fingers against the base of your penis, one on each side, and press them against your shaft, firmly, but not so hard there is no blood flow. Your index fingers with be on top at the base. Good. Now alternately move your middle fingers forward and back, so that your penis swings from side to side. Yes, that's it. When you feel comfortable doing that, speed up a little. If nothing is happening, you're either pressing too hard or not hard enough. Experiment until you find how much to press in so that your penis begins to be filled and you can feel it getting harder.”

“I can feel it getting heavier," I said, “but not hard.”

“I'm afraid you won't feel it getting hard yet," he answered. “Just keep doing it. You must be patient. It took me several days of trying before I began to get any reaction at all. You're doing better than I did at first," he answered, matter-of-factly.

“You - - - -?” I started in surprise.

“Yes, I've been there,” he said with a kind smile. “Keep swinging it back and forth and keep adjusting the pressure slightly until you find the correct pressure that works best for you. Don't expect it to work today or maybe even tomorrow, but if you keep at it, it will begin to work.”

I was trying to take in all that was happening and was on overload. I was enjoying swinging my penis back and forth in front of the doctor. I was enjoying how it felt as it slowly got slightly bigger. I was amazed that he had calmly and without embarrassment, told me that he suffered the same problem. I was all but nude in a doctor's office and liked the feeling better than I wanted to admit. I had many wonderful fantasies of sex in a doctor's office and this was somehow fulfilling those dreams. I had a strong desire to remove my one article of clothing and be totally nude. I quickly lifted the t-shirt over my head and threw it against the chair. I needed to get back to the wonderful excitement I felt that was different in my penis, and I liked the feeling.

“You are doing exceptionally well,” he remarked. "Not many men are able to get that hard at first. Let's go on with the next phase," he said and took a step closer.

“I'm ready,” I said excitedly.

“With which hand do you usually masturbate?" he asked.

“I used both interchangeably,” I said without any odd feeling that I was admitting this to a doctor. Some men don't even admit that they masturbate at all, much less discuss it openly without embarrassment.

“Well, for the experiment, use your right hand for masturbating and your left hand to place on the base of your penis,” he explained.

“Separate your left had at the middle and ring finger like Spock did. Then point your fingers down, put the ‘V’ over the base of your shaft and press the two fingers in. That will stop the blood from immediately flowing back out. Take your penis in you right hand and that is how you masturbate. Of course during my explanation, the blood drained and you don't have an erection. The trick is to get the blood back in the penis and then quickly put your left hand in position and you will at least have a semi-hard erection to enjoy. I use a good lube because I was circumcised like you. I suppose men left uncut can manipulate the extra skin. I've never worked with an intact man before. In fact, most men don't get as far as you have before they get too embarrassed and quit. At first I would have to start over at the beginning several times in order to reach a climax, but as you get used to it and as the nerves begin to work again, it will be easier and easier. Now all I have to do is get it full and then begin masturbating. It will stay hard enough to have a very satisfying orgasm. I don't have to use my left hand to keep the blood from draining any more. It has been a couple of years but believe me, it has been worth the effort and constant practice.”

He smiled and gave his eyebrows an upward flick, when he said, ‘constant practice’, but wasn't the least bit embarrassed.

I had worked to get it back full again and had been jacking my semi-hard penis while he was talking and suddenly, I felt the point-of-no-return suddenly hit and take over my body. I let out a gasp and thrust my groin forward and back many times, expecting cum to flow and knowing it couldn't, as the orgasm flooded all over my body. I felt a shudder starting at my head and racking down my body to my toes. It caused me to let out a moan of pleasure that I had no control over. The fantastic feeling of sexual release flowed rapidly over my nude body and I thought I might lose consciousness. I kept pumping, enjoying the overwhelming pleasure of my lubed hand on my semi-rigid cock, long after the orgasm was over. I realized that I had been breathing very hard and fast and was slowly beginning to slow down and catch my breath. I looked at him, not knowing what to expect, and saw a beaming teacher who had met the needs of a student, and now felt the wonderful excitement of having successfully reached a student struggling to learn something new.

“I'm sorry - - - -” I began but he interrupted me.

“Be pleased and thrilled. I am thrilled for you. That was a wonderful way to thank me for my information. I only wish I had enjoyed an orgasm too. I certainly will when I have a chance,” he said, and gave me that same smile and raised eyebrow.

I got dressed with my head in a whirl. I had just had a remarkable experience in a doctor's office that I shall remember for he rest of my life.