Date: Tue, 19 Jun 2001 10:48:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: wft19@yahoo.com
Subject: "Life After Death"

If stories of sex between men offend you or are
against the laws of the place where you live, then
leave.  Most of what I tell you here is true; the
names and places have been changed to protect the
innocent.  Practice safe sex!  Send reactions or
questions to wft19@yahoo.com

I could just about see Rob standing behind Paul. He
took Pauls' hands in his own and placed them on either
side of the wood frame that surrounded the glass door
into the deserted steam room. It also had walls of
glass blocks.  I moved in. Only if you stood very
close could you see the action. Rob thought it would
be a private place and just perfect for what he wanted
to do with and to Paul.  Rob used his foot to spread
Paul's legs so that the man cunt in front of his cock
was at the right height.  Rob began rubbing his cock
up and down Paul's ass crack, against his cheeks and
then against and under Paul's sac.  Paul stood still,
or tried to anyway.  He liked the feel of Rob's cock
brushing against him.  In just under twenty minutes,
Paul had learned that he liked man sex; that he really
liked it.  Sweat from both of their bodies was all the
lubrication that was necessary.  Paul felt Rob's cock
head press against his ass ring; he tensed. "Relax,
push down!" I heard Rob's instructions to him.  The
vent system muffeled them; Rob's voice was urgent.  It
had been more than three years since Rob had had a man
in this position.  I know that the fact that Paul was
a virgin made this all the sweeter for Rob.  Paul did
as he was told.  It appeared that Paul liked it when
this older man told him what to do.  Rob took his
shaft in hand and pressed his mushroom cock head
against Paul's ring; Rob's head slipped in past the
tight, virgin lips.  Rob had to stop; he was close to
an instant orgasm.  Paul's ass had to be so very hot
and tight; the well developed back muscles there and
in front of Rob's eyes were a great turn on.  Rob
began to kiss Paul's neck and shoulders; soon Paul
turned his head so that their lips met. Rob
remembered, with a smile, that a quick first shot
would no longer be a problem. Even if he climaxed, he
could just keep right on going. I watched as Rob lost
all self-control.  He began a frenzied fucking.
Paul's arms held Rob tightly by the waist and Paul
stood the onslot.  Rob pounded himself into virgin ass
and Paul began to meet him stroke for stroke.  Neither
man said a word; both made strange and wild animal
noises.  In just a few moments Rob felt his cock
explode in Paul's tube.  Later, Rob told me just how
wonderful it was.  Rob's hand slid to Paul's man meat
and with just a stroke or two, Paul was brought to
ejaculation.  Cum sprayed against the glass door and
slid down Rob's hand.  Rob, turning Paul to him,
placed his hand so that each of them could lick the
cream from Rob's fingers.  Paul did not hesitate. How,
you might ask, did all this incredibly erotic scene
happen so quickly.

I want to tell you this mostly true story about my
friend Rob.  Rob is just an ordinary, late middle-aged
man. At 59, he is good looking but not especially
handsome.  He had been very proud of a handsome six
inch plus, moderately thick uncut cock, and of a nice
medium egg sized pair of balls; his big mushroom head
was the most remarkable feature of his equipment. A
skilled lover, he did know how to use it to its best
advantage! Rob smiles easily and has a great sense of
humor.  Men and women are easily attracted to him.
Well, he is almost "ordinary."  Rob, like me, is
married with grown children, and has been an active
bi-sexual for most of his adult life.  Man to man
experiences, for both of us, are mostly brief
encounters; there have been a few times when sex has
happened with affection. That is the case when sex
happiness between Rob and me.

Almost three years ago, Rob was diagnosed with and
then operated on for Prostate Cancer.  Rob learned
before surgery that, if the tumor was contained in the
gland, that he had an 80% chance of living more than
two years.  The alternative would be a slow, painful
death as the cancer, A Gleason Score of 8,  was
aggresive in type.  He also was told that he had an
80% chance of being both incontinent and impotent.
Rob is an intelligent, strong-willed, take charge kind
of guy.  He knew that life was worth the sacrifice, or
so he told himself. From almost immediately after his
operation, Rob was and is totally continent. I am not
sure if this was the power of "positive thinking," or
the result of skilled surgery. Would that Rob's
potency had improved to the same extent. I have missed
having sex with him.  It's not that I refuse him, he
has refused me.  At the end of an eighteen month
waiting period, Rob's cock only functioned at about
75%.  Rob's erection, if you want to call it that, was
enough to satisfy his wife and to still attract an
occasional man in the park.  It was not, as I knew,
"sufficient for penetration."  This was how the
urologist labeled it in the report sent to Rob's
primary care physician.  Rob became increasingly more
angry about, and frustrated by his inability to do the
deed; after much careful thought and research, he
decided to have an implant.  Rob had previously tried
pumps, rings, pills, but not injections. He attended a
support group where "men" actually talked about
suicide and wanting their cancer-filled glands back.
Many of them whined but most made little effort to
improve their situations. Rob was not one of these.
During one group meeting, the name of a young skilled
surgeon, an artist in reconstruction was mentioned.

A few days later, Rob had a regular visit with his
primary care doctor.  Rob told him about what he
wanted and asked for a referral.  After some
discussion, it was agreed to.  Rob called the next day
and made an appointment to see "the miracle worker."

Thus began a two month period of examinations, testing
and decision making.  In the initial visit, the doctor
complemented Rob, Rob's strength and attitude, and on
the fact that he had done so much homework.  "You will
do very well with this." the doctor told him.  The
doctor made it an important part of that initial visit
to introduce Rob to Ian, the nurse.  Rob's next three
visits were with Ian, The first of these included an
ultra-sound evaluation of blood circulation in the
cock and instruction on how to use a computer operated
monitoring device for the next two nights.  Rob
"liked" Ian and enjoyed the examination.  Ian was a
most attractive young man and became a frequent
visitor in Rob's fantasy exploits. Even if it was not
real time, imagined sex with Ian was great.  These
tests were used to determine the extent of the
"erectile deficiency" and thus to establish for
insurance purposes, the need for surgery.  Ian devoted
the second visit to discussing with Rob injection
therapy.  Rob was a brave man and though he had some
fear or repulsion, he did this task.  Rob did not like
the limitations of the shots and was not satisfied
with the results.  In the third visit a mix was tried.
 It had to be kept refrigerated and could be used only
twice a week; it certainly lacked any spontaneity and
presented logistical problems for Rob. It prevented
his looking for brief encounters of the FINEST kind.
Rob had already made up his mind; he rejected
injections.  He called the doctor's office to schedule
surgery and so on Rob's fourth visit with Ian, Rob was
given a demonstration and explanation of the three
implant devices recommended and used by the doctor.

Being a pragmatist, the simplest one appealed to Rob.
He asked Ian which one he would pick for himself. Ian
hesitated. "Let me check your length again."  He took
Rob's cock and gently pulled it out.  Ian smiled and
said, "You see, I'm Celtic.  I haven't the length
required for the one with two parts."  Rob was
surprised and told Ian that he was of the same blood.
"Ah," Ian smiled again and chuckling, said, "There's
something else in your gene pool."   In the next
several minutes, the choice having been made, Rob
learned from Ian that after surgery, his cock would
probably look different.  Ian told him that with the
device chosen, Rob's cock would look fuller and be
longer when flacid. That's something that almost every
man I know would look upon as a positive result.  I
sure would like a fatter, longer man tool.  The idea
of being bigger appealed to Rob as well; it would be
an added benefit. Ian told Rob that even when
inflated, his cock would most likely be a little
shorter and not as thick as it had been before the
first surgery.  Rob had read about doctors that could
add up to two inches in length and width.  Rob asked
Ian about that and with a frown, Ian responded that
that was not "safe."  Rob also learned that there was
a failure rate for implants but quickly put that
thought out of his head.

Six days later, the surgery was performed.  Rob went
home after a night's stay with what he though was a
full erection.  Rob thought that it could have or
should have been larger, but he was satisfied.  He had
to ask for a different pair of pants, his straight
front jeans did little to cover the lump in his
crotch. There was quite a bit of pain and discomfort
but it was bearable.  Rob kept telling himself that it
all would be worth it.  The constant rubbing of cloth
on his sensitive, swollen head added to the arousal
state in his mind and Rob also noticed that his tool
seemed to change a little on its own.  There was lots
of time for self examination and experimentation.  Rob
had been told not to attempt sex for six weeks.  He
decided that he would not wait. During masturbation, a
week after surgery, Rob found that there was only a
little loss of sensation in the area just below his
helmet head and that the head was just as sensitive as
before. Rob measured his new cock at just over five
inches in length; he was indeed about an inch shorter.
 All things considered, it was hard and that alone was
a great improvement.  Rob looked forward to a date
certain when he could do IT.  In another two weeks,
Rob was back in the doctor's office.

Rob had decided to wear a jock strap.  He bumped his
still sensitive cock into cabinets and tables; it
stuck out too far.  He thought that it had been left
inflated so that the flesh could and would heal and be
adjusted to the new size.  Ian greeted him with a
smile and a question, "How are you, how is it?" Rob
told him that he was fine.  He scolded Ian a little.
Ian had used these words, "For the first week and most
likely the second, you will be very, very, very
uncomfortable.  The third week you will still be very
uncomfortable and may be that way for another two
weeks."  The doctor had had told Rob to plan on being
out of work for at least two weeks.

Rob asked Ian, "In your language, which must be
different than mine, does uncomfortable mean pain?"
Ian just smiled and chuckled. Rob continued to say
that he was a little disappointed in the short length
but that the thickness was good and that over all, he
was very pleased.  Rob stood in the middle of the
examining room.

"Well?"  Ian asked.  Rob just looked at him.  "Let me
see it!"   Rob felt a little foolish and then dropped
his shorts and peeled back the jock strap and pushed
it down to his ankles.  Ian had to point to the
examining table. "Up there!"  Rob did as instructed.
Ian examined the doctor's handy work.  "It"s
beautiful. You've healed very well; in fact, much
better than most."  Ian's face then looked puzzled.
"What's wrong with that size?" he asked.  Rob
explained that at full erection, before any surgery,
that his cock had been about an inch longer.  Ian
looked for a moment longer and then laughed out loud.
"This isn't even inflated. Did you think it was?"  Rob
must have had a look of utter shock on his face and
just nodded.  Still laughing, Ian said that he had to
get the doctor.  "He'll be delighted!"  As Ian left,
Rob looked at his cock and then pulled his "T" shirt
down over his package.  Turning back to look at Rob,
Ian caught the action and read the shirt logo;  Ian
laughed again.  Alone, Rob lifted the shirt, looked at
his cock again, and then covered it up.  The logo on
his shirt read "VIRGIN GORDA."  Now, Rob himself
smiled - Fat Virgin indeed!

Ian and the doctor came back into the examining room.
As Rob later told me the story, it seemed obvious that
Ian had shared Rob's surprise and confusion with the
doctor.  The doctor laughed when he saw the large lump
under Rob's shirt.  "Allow me." The doctor chuckled
and lifted the shirt.  "Would you like to see it all?"
he asked.  Rob just nodded, and with that the doctor
gave the ball shaped pump in Rob's sac a few gentle
squeezes.  Up, up, up Rob's cock went.  "That's
magnificent!" the doctor said and Rob just grinned.
Rob described it later to me as a "big shit eating
grin."  Rob wished that he had a tape measure with
him. Ian commented aloud, "Some men would die for one
like that."  Rob, secretly, hoped that this would be
so.  After a few minutes of general approval and
examination, Doctor warned Rob that he should brace
himself and that the deflation process would hurt.
This was accomplished by bending the very erect six
and one-half inch saber back against itself.  I am
told that this caused a little pain and also an
immense feeling of pressure; Rob backed himself hard
against the table.  "You are tough!" the doctor said;
he had used the same expression when he had pulled the
adhesive bandage off of Rob in the hospital on the
morning that Rob had been discharged.  "Come back in
three weeks and Ian will show you how to use it
yourself."  The doctor started for the door. He then
looked back at Rob who was now his assured self.

I can picture Rob as he said, "I don't need any
lessons,"  and winked. Rob asked questions of Ian now
that they were alone.  He wanted to know if his big
cock would become more pliable with time.  He wondered
what other men would think when he showed up in the
locker room with what looked to be a semi-hard on.
Ian told him that in time, the tubes inserted in his
cock would indeed become more flexible with use, but
that the width and length would change little and then
he questioned Rob.

"Will that be a problem?"  Ian had a funny look on his
face and Rob wanted right then and there to grab the
nurse and pull him hard against himself; Rob wanted to
kiss him hard.  I can just bet that Rob wanted to
shove his cock into Ian's belly and to shove his
tongue down Ian's throat.  Rob was almost always horny
as hell.  Instead, Rob dressed quickly and Ian walked
with him to the receptionist.  An appointment was made
for the lesson. It would be in three weeks.

The day arrived.  I drove him to the office. This
time, Rob wore a T shirt with a monster picture and
just the words "THE BEAST" printed in neon blue.  Ian
noticed and smiled.  This time, Rob did not hesitate
to drop his shorts and climb on the table.  Ian asked
if he had used the pump yet.  Rob said no, that he
usually followed good advice.  With that, Ian told him
to do it.  Up, Up UP it went.  Rob found that it was
not as easy as it had looked when the doctor did it.
The ball sized egg slipped out between his fingers.
Finally, Rob got it to work.  Next, Ian had him bend
it almost in half to deflate it and then Ian had Rob
repeat the performance.  Rob was comfortable with Ian.
 Before long, Ian was offering him lubricant samples
to be used with Rob's "partners."  Rob acknowledged
the term with only a smile as he wanted to use his new
toy that night for the first time with his wife.  As
he told me all of this, I wondered when it would be my
turn.

The next morning, smiles were worn all around.  After
his wife left, Rob was off to the club.  I would meet
him here later in the morning.  Rob had finally joined
a sports fitness facility.  It was highly recommended
by many people that he knew.  It was not frequented by
"super jocks" during the day and there were few times
when young muscle studs were strutting their stuff all
over the place. This is a problem in some fitness
centers I am told.  It had been many years since
either Rob or I made any serious effort to stay in
shape and Rob's body, though not ugly, was in need of
some work. Rob convinced me to join and we both had
been given programs by a personal trainer.  The
program was strenuous but within the limits of what we
each could do with some degree of comfort.  Rob had
waited another week after his lesson before starting
his exercise program again.  He had enjoyed sex with
his wife and had avoided the places where he knew man
sex was easily available.  Rob was still
self-conscious about his new tool and chose the back
corner of the deserted locker room to change. Standing
nude and preparing to head for the showers Rob picked
up his towel and turned.  He said that he had not
noticed that another patron of the club had seated
himself on the end of the bench between the next row
of lockers.  It startled Rob when he caught this new
guy checking him out.  The guy, perhaps in his middle
forties, was nice looking and in good shape it seemed.
When Rob turned, the other man blushed and looked
away. Rob faced him and cleared his throat. The other
guy raised his eyes and then once again looked
straight at Rob's cock.  Neither man said anything or
made a move for several moments.  Rob smiled and
asked, "See something you like?"  There was no
response, but the other man did not look away this
time.  Rob moved several steps closer and was now
standing directly in front of his partner to be. At
least, Rob hoped that they would be partners. Rob's
prick was less than an inch away from the face in
front of it.  There was still no response so Rob,
taking a chance, leaned in so that just the tip of his
cock brushed the lips of the seated man.  Rob moved it
slowly from side to side, tracing the lips and then
further to each side so that his cock slid along the
guy's cheek and brushed his ear.  Rob took his shaft
in hand and began rubbing his cock over the face in
front of him.  It was very strange; the mouth did not
open, no tongue slid out, no words were said.  "Lick
the head." Rob urged.  Nothing happened.  "Suck It!"
Rob insisted.  There was no movement.  Rob, looking as
if he was rubbing himself, found the pump in his sac
and squeezed three or four times.  The eyes below him
seemed to widen in astonishment as an already
attractive prick became even larger.  Thinking that
there might not be lots of time, and wanting more than
just a face rubbing, Rob pinched the nose on the man
face below his. He placed his other hand at the back
of the guy's head and pushed hard against the closed
lips. In order to breathe, the warm lips parted
slightly.  This was the opening that Rob wanted and he
pressed in over lips and between parted teeth.  The
guy on the bench offered no resistance, he opened his
mouth wider. Rob fed more and more of his cock into a
hot, but not so willing mouth.  His cock head hit the
back of the throat and then Rob began to pump slowly
in and out.  The throat he was using opened wider and
more of his cock disappeared.  It was only moments
before Rob's balls rested on chin and Rob held the man
by his head. Rob was close to orgasm.  Rob wanted ass.
 It had been almost four years since he had had man
cunt.

"Stand up!" Rob said urgently.  "What's your name?"

"My name's Paul."  Paul did stand and was slightly
taller than Rob.  Rob pulled Paul into him, wrapped
his arms around Paul and kissed him tenderly at first.
 Paul ground their cocks together and put his tongue
into Paul's mouth.  There was no resistance.  Rob's
hands moved lower, the cupped Paul's ass cheeks and
Paul was drawn even closer, if at all possible, into
Rob's arms.  A deep and passionate moan escaped from
Paul's throat.  Rob, stepping back, took hold of
Paul's cock and used it to lead him across the locker
room.  I watched this from the entrance to the locker
room; I would not spoil Rob's time. I was jealous.


If you are an African-American, a man over fifty years
of age, or have a history of Prostate Cancer in your
family, have a P.S.A. test.  Insist on it!  40,000
American men die each year of this cancer and upwards
of 200,000 new cases are reported annually.  Early
detection will save your life.  It saved Rob's.