Cockfidence for Sale - Part 4…

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Penile Surgery Enhancement

In our first two installments we went on a journey with our subject as he went through his thought process ( catch up reading part one here ), and then in part two, where he went to the doctors office for the consultation ( catch up reading part two here ). Part three detailed the surgery and aftermath (catch up reading part three here.) Today's installment covers the horny details as recovery is almost complete and the lead up to the big sexual encounter since the whole adventure began ...

Pain pills are nice - but they get old. I just wanted a real nights' sleep. Walking was feeling normal, and the doctor told me I was doing well. Maybe an early reprieve with a shower in a week, instead of 30 days. These are the little things you don't think about when signing a consent form.

For the first night, I slept like a baby. I did wake up at 3 in the morning briefly, wondering if I couldn't get hard anymore - a momentary performance anxiety attack. The key would be to forget about it and let things just happen. So back to sleep, and I woke up fully hard. This time there was no pain, pulling, tugging at the tendon. I really wanted to know how much bigger I was, but two things stopped me. One, I was afraid to bend it and risk the pain to get the right angle to measure it, and two, I didn't think using a ruler near an incision was a very sterile idea. The last thing I wanted was an infection. So I looked at my cock for a moment, and then smiled. Everything looked good - no freaky dream like the doctor sewed it on sideways or something. Same angle of erection and hard as ever. What a relief. Unfortunately, off to another damn sponge bath. Lucky me.

It's good to be off the pain pills - to be thinking clearly again. For the last few days I was in one of those moods where the master card and phone company ads make you cry. What was scarier, MTV seemed to have intellectual value. I can't believe had ever done drugs before. Reality is really cool.

Well. I don't know what the doctor would say, but I read about people who like sex while wrapped in plastic wrap. So I thought I might wrap myself really carefully, and maybe I could get a real shower. If you have ever had surgery, or been camping, you know what I'm talking about - a real shower is amazing. It's the simple things in life.

I'm off this weekend to the Muscle Mania show to get some autographed pictures. It's coming on two weeks without sex (30 days mandatory). I hope the show doesn't give me too hard a time.

Next week I see the Doctor - maybe get the stitches out. Then we talk about the weights. It's all about stretching the ligament so it doesn't heal back in the same place. They fit you with a custom sleeve that goes around the had of the penis, and then weights hang off - starting with one pound, then up to eight. Eight? Yeah. Eight.

There is rarely any pain any more. If I twist quickly or split my legs - it feels like a mild groin pull. It's still odd to bend over to tie my shoes. The body is wonderful at reminding you of its limitations. I've got to keep my legs together like a good catholic girl for a while!

A week later, my boyfriend is getting a bit anxious. At least HE can beat off! Every guy I see is starting to look hot to me. A really good friend of mine called last night, someone I confided in, and is very amused at my expense. Today was the big day - the final dressing would come off, and I would see how things were finally healing. Thank God for the plastic wrap showers - I would be coming out of my skin by now. As a side note, I've always been regular (thankfully), I heard horror stories from people who had this procedure and got constipated. I was worried the pain pills might have done that to me.

One of the things the doctor had prescribed was that I take a lot of vitamin E and C to promote healing - which seemed stupid to me, and I ignored. Somewhere along the way, one of the stitches had worked itself out, and part of my incision remained open. A really weird look to say the least - I found it odd looking into myself. The doctor said not to worry. He couldn't stitch it back up - it would close on its' own - but I would have to clean the area a few times a day with hydrogen peroxide. Oh - and take anti-biotics to prevent infection - delightful.

This is all getting a bit old. It's been weeks since I've beat off. I feel like a kid again - a gust of wind against my pants makes me hard. And seeing a bigger dick is a turn on and I really want to feel what it's like to get off or fuck with it.

My boyfriend and I went to the beach - he's pretty thick muscle wise. We look great out there together. Watching the volleyball was a bit much. All that hot sweaty tan muscle in surfer trunks with cock swinging around put me over the top. I grabbed my boyfriend as we passed a small alley way and threw him up against a wall. I kissed on him like never before. This was it. We were going home and I was going to fuck his brains out. He was ready. I've never seen him drive like that before. As we pulled into the driveway, I wondered what it would be like - if it wouldhurt, or be everything I had hoped for."

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