A dear friend. The man's a peach. In 2009 he gave up his cancerous prostate and his ability to have a natural erection. He did that to avoid dying a nasty death from the thing that is aggressive prostate cancer.
Prior to that he was a great lay. Caring. Observant. Certainly slow. Seriously girls, a great lay.
So, post surgery, we stay in touch. But he's not all that talkative.
I get a call, he's been on line and he has this new toy. "Sure, I'll come over for a drink."
He'd bought an entry level e-stim kit from Amazon for like $100. So we toddy up for a while and decide to juice some pads and see what shakes.
Two here...two pads there...level one...level two....more power and he's feeling something.
Getting real girls, here's a man...a man of mine for some fine times that hasn't had an erection in 10 months (and never will again) but he's feeling something.
"Do you still have feeling in you penis?"
"Of course!", he tells me.
"Good, maybe this'll help."
I go down on a flaccid penis for the first time ever. Pulling the head of it into my mouth as best I can. I mean I AM WORKIN' on that soft thing.
He "comes". Nothing at all like when we made clocks stop before his cancer diagnosis but he came. Less of a landslide than a real one but something, My old great lay buddy had himself a rush.
I gushed and kissed him and rubbed tits all over him.
We see eachother now & then. He likes to call and say, "Let's juice the pads and see what happens."
I get mine later at home. He was good for me then. I'm glad to be good now&then for him now.
Way better than going to a good man's funeral.