Sex » Men; Health » Men; Body » Penis: "The Hard and Soft of It: One Sex Surrogate’s Experience with Erectile Dysfunction"

A silver-haired gentleman contacted me for consultation. At our first meeting, this 68-year-old told me that he’d been divorced for five years, and had been trying to get back into the dating game ever since, but was encountering an unexpected problem. Whenever he got in bed with a woman, his erection waned rather than John Wayned.

I asked if Mr. V if he had success maintaining an erection flying solo. He assured me the equipment worked—except when he was in bed with a willing woman. He was fed up with a dick that left him hanging.

After gathering my client’s sexual history, I concluded V’s problem was more mental than age-related. Low self-esteem was creating performance anxiety. He was dealing with the vicious cycle of dreading a bad outcome, and then getting it, and we needed to break that cycle.

For our first hands-on session, I wanted to start with a clean slate—V and I would spend time in an intimate encounter without the aid of drugs, so I could see what he was working with. I also asked him not to masturbate for a couple days prior to our meeting, just to make sure his pump was primed.

V was definitely nervous that first session, but I did my best to put him at ease, keeping things slow, relaxed, lighting candles and playing soft music. We took off our clothes and got in bed. I explored his body, and he explored mine, but his cock refused to show any interest.

“It’s happening again!” V fretted. “I’m turned on, but it’s not working! Here I am with a beautiful woman and no hard-on. What’s the matter with me? I’m such a lunkhead!”

I assured him that we were on track, however, and not to throw in the towel so fast. It was important that we get to know one another; it might take several sessions to make headway. “For our next session,” I told him, “we are going try something different. Before you arrive, I want you to take one of the Viagra pills your doctor prescribed.”

As instructed, V took his medicine, and the next time we met, he was more relaxed and confident. It definitely helped that we were more familiar with each other. We disrobed and got into bed again. I kept a condom nearby.

This time, he absolutely got hard. Hallelujah! His toy was back! It worked beautifully. I put a condom on him and lay back so he could try it out. V was eager and no-nonsense in his technique. He penetrated me, and we had sex missionary position for about 10 or 15 minutes, me cheering him on and cooing encouragement until he reached climax.

I felt like he wasn’t having sex with me, he was making love to his own dick. He was ALL ABOUT IT. I was merely a vessel—and that was fine by me. He sure did get his manhood back, and I was amazed at how simple it was.

“Congratulations,” I told him as he was leaving. “Mission accomplished.” But V wasn’t really paying all that much attention by then. He was already a million miles away, planning his next conquest, no doubt. He left my house like a boy carrying a trophy.

In a follow-up phone call, I told him that it was my hope that he could use the pill the next two or three times, and then once he’d built up confidence, we could do away with it. And that’s exactly what happened.

Another client I worked with had a completely different dilemma: He and his wife were swingers in their mid-40s. He had no problem getting it up with her in private, but whenever they hooked up with another couple, to his chagrin, his dong did more swinging than he did.

I had a frank discussion with him, and asked him many pointed, personal questions. I gathered that he was dominant in the bedroom, and that he was having ongoing relationship problems with his wife. Communication was an issue—sometimes they went days without talking.

I let him know that since his problem was mental, he could probably get away with popping a pill as a superficial solution, but that he’d do better to work on the REAL issues at hand. I suggested that he might be suffering from simple stage fright, or that he felt less control in a group sex setting, which threw him off his game. But what I really stressed to him was that he needed to work on his relationship.

“I have a feeling you’re trying to build on a shaky foundation, and that is not going to fly,” I explained. “You need to work on being connected with your wife. I think it’s that insecurity that’s interfering with your mojo.”

To that end, the couple has shelved their swinging for the time being, and are working with a counselor to resolve their marital misunderstandings. Will he get his mojo back? Only time will tell.

As I mentioned, things that can remedy ED include making lifestyle changes—stop smoking, meditate, eat less meat, and avoid drunk swinging. You might also consider trying prescription drugs, such as Viagra, or seeing a therapist.

When it comes to physical impotence, if all other options are exhausted and the pills don’t help, a penile implant is a last resort. (My dad has the Cadillac of implants, by the way. I wrote about his $10,000 dick here.)

I asked an escort friend of mine if she had any experience with robococks, and she reported encounters with two different men who were proud owners of tricked-out dicks. The most remarkable thing she had to say about them was that if her clients hadn’t clued her in to the fact that they had the prosthesis and had to pump it up, she wouldn’t have been any the wiser. That’s right, they are that seamless and effective. And believe me—she’s seen A LOT of dick.

So, gents, if you ever encounter Whiskey Dick or Limp Prick, don’t despair! It happens to all of us at one point or another. With a little detective work and most likely some minor adjustments, you can hit the reset button and once again be ready to rock out with your cock out. No need to be hard on yourself; that’s counter-productive. Be patient, take a deep breath, and think outside the boxer shorts.