Postby NYCGay » Sun Nov 23, 2025 9:08 am
Revision scheduled
It’s been five weeks and three days since the last time I fucked someone with my implanted cock. It’s been five weeks and one day since I tried to discretely pump it up inside my pants in a gay club and discovered that the pump no longer filled up after being compressed. I’m now scheduled for revision surgery with Dr. Eid on December 19. After just four and a half years, a tube has broken, and the whole device needs to be replaced.
My insurance company, Cigna, has, true to their reputation, been hopeless to deal with. It’s impossible to get straight and consisted answers from them. The revision surgery is definitely covered, but also absolutely, “with one-hundred-percent certainty,” not covered. The hospital, like some Schrödinger’s cat, is both in-network and not in-network. I can request a predetermination, to determine my coverage before the surgery; it normally takes 21 to 30 business days, but I can call and ask that it be expedited. But actually, it cannot be expedited, and in fact, they don’t issue predeterminations at all, and also, the department that I was asked to submit the predetermination request to doesn’t exist. It did, however, respond to my request, but with a non-sequitur that didn’t address the my questions.
I can’t escape the suspicion that this confused state of affairs is, at least partly, a deliberate policy. Offering real customer service would require expensive staff training and rigorous protocols to make sure answers are true and consistent. Cheaper then to just staff Customer Service with under-trained people and have them say whatever it takes to get the client to hang up; as long as it’s not in writing, it has no legal validity anyway. In short, they save money by having a Customer Service that doesn’t provide customer service.
The result for me is that I won’t know until after the surgery if any of it is covered. Not to risk any surprises, I will therefore pay for the entire procedure at an agreed-upon out-of-pocket price, and then self-submit a claim to Cigna, to see if they will cover any of it. At that point, I won’t have to deal with their useless Customer Service, but rather with their Claims Department, which will hopefully be more straight-forward. (Yeah, right ...)
I was inclined to put off the surgery till next year, when I will have another insurance company, BlueCross BlueShield, which has a much better reputation, and with a plan that will almost certainly cover the procedure. But that insurance will be limited to New Jersey, so I wouldn’t be able to go to Dr. Eid. That still seemed like the more reasonable course of action to me, since it’s a hefty chunk of money.
But my husband says I only have one dick, and, given Dr. Eid’s reputation, he insists I go to him regardless of the cost. My husband is the main breadwinner, so, well, that’s how it will be. Now that the appointment has been made, I feel immensely grateful that I won’t have to put it off, and that I won’t have to shop around for another surgeon to put my trust in. My requests for tips here on FrankTalk for surgeons in New Jersey yielded just a single response. (Thank you, GoodWood.) I can’t wait to be able to get hard again.
Not even my flaccid is what it used to be. The cylinders turn sideway and bend in weird ways now that they are completely empty, giving my dick an uneven shape. They make a strange rustling sound when I shake my dick after peeing. It’s like I’m constantly being reminded that the hardware inside my body is now a piece of utterly useless trash.
I comfort myself with the thought that I will now get the Titan with the Classic pump, which will be likely to last me much longer than the error-prone Titan OTR I have now. And, at least according to GoodWood, with whom I had a Show & Tell before he got his implant, the Classic pump has a much greater chance of passing for a testicle when someone fondles it. No one fondling the OTR pump could possibly miss that it’s a man-made object.
A second benefit: Dr. Eid said that he can put more saline solution in the reservoir than he did the first time, since I had reached a state where I used all the liquid I had when inflating. Lately, before the tubing broke, I wasn’t able to get quite as hard as I initially did after getting the implant. My tunica has expanded, giving me more girth, but causing me to run out of liquid when inflating. Now I should again be able to get exactly as hard as I did in the beginning.
The downside of this, if I understand things correctly, is that my tunica is likely to keep expanding, giving me ever more girth (which, at 6” around, I don’t really feel that I need), but eventually causing me to use up the new, larger amount of liquid too, so that, again, I will not be one hundred percent hard when inflating.
That thought does bother me. But I’m also thinking, that whatever we do to maintain our ability to get a great erection is in a sense just temporary, for eventually we will all die. Some may think there is fucking in heaven, but I have no belief in an afterlife. So for me, it’s just about getting things to be as good as I can get them for as long as I can, while knowing full well that nothing lasts forever.
I wrote in an earlier post that I’ve indulged in the male status of having a larger-than-average, reliably hard cock, and how I’ve taken comfort in that now that I lack the male status of an interesting career; at sixty, I find myself retired, and rather involuntarily so.
So isn’t it fitting that the last guy I fucked, five weeks and three days ago, was a well-built thirty-something lawyer – such a stereotypical status profession. He seemed to me in every way above my league. In every way but one, that is: he wanted to be fucked and fucked hard, he wanted to be my submissive muscle boy, as he repeatedly proclaimed during the act, and I had the cock to do it with.
Sitting here, shirtless on a balcony above a quiet street in a small Mexican town, where I’m vacationing with my wonderfully supportive husband, I miss being that Daddy who fucks the shit out of horny, submissive muscle boys craving hard cock.