hello Franktalk, brethren,Today marks my one year anniversary of my implant. I’ve been meaning to do an update, so today is the day
What year it has been. I became curious about implants almost 2 years ago. Initially, I was mortified at the thought. but, Venus leakage was taking its toll, and that motivated me to seek out information regarding implants, and overtime, with the assistance of this forum especially, I decided to take the plunge.
I still well remember those days just prior to my surgery. Filled with apprehension , knowing that I was about to make an irrevocable decision. Few things in life really I consider irrevocable. Addresses, jobs, even spouses, can all be changed. But this was different.
The night before my surgery, I sat alone in a hotel room in Houston , the night before my surgery, filled with apprehension. It was probably the loneliest day and evening of my life. I’ll admit that I was scared. I am otherwise a strong and healthy man, and have lived quite an adventurous life. But that night really did a number on me.
the next morning I woke up at 4:30 AM, and was in the hospital at 5:30 AM. By 1:30 PM, my implant had been installed, and I was on my way back to the hotel to begin my recovery journey. And what a journey it has been.
elsewhere on this forum chronicled those early days. The earliest days were truly a matter of “day by day“. I would wake up day after day and think to myself “day three“, “day seven“, etc. Time seem to move at a glacial pace, and all I could think about was my partially inflated and recently implanted dick.
I would read on the forum the journals of guys who are much further along than me. I was so envious of them. Even a guy who was two or three months out I envied. I just wanted to be where he was and get beyond those early days .
My recovery was textbook. I iced heavily, constantly. I had virtually no swelling and no bruising and very little pain. I only ever needed one prescription, pain, pill, and the rest of the time ibuprofen did suffice. That was the first pleasant discovery, that the pain was not nearly as bad as I had envisioned.
I spent a week in isolation, home alone, on my back with a bag of ice on my package. And a baby sock on my dick.
At about the one month point I began walking, ever so slowly. I started with 1 mile, and by week six I had increased my slow walk to 3 miles. I think this was helpful in terms of keeping everything “loose” down below.
I’m an airline captain, and I missed exactly one months work. I was still partially inflated and flew two weeks with my somewhat annoying chub. But in all, it was perfectly tolerable, and did not distract me from my work. At six weeks I was cleared to begin cycling.
I cannot tell you how relieved I was on that first day of cycling to discover that the implant worked as advertised! The doctor had me first deflate, my chub, then inflate. There I sat in a hot tub, feeling that everything down below was so alien. Squeezing that bulb and feeling my dick get hard, then deflating it. I don’t like sitting in hot baths for extended periods of time, but there I was, with my iPad, upright, watching, YouTube, glass of wine in hand, my now erect dick, soaking in the hot water. I have written elsewhere about my cycling regime, and ultimately it would serve its purpose very well.
At 10 weeks I took my first trip to Thailand, where my Cambodian girlfriend, who I’ve mentioned elsewhere on this forum, is a transgender, female, awaited me. those first few encounters were memorable. I still felt sore when fully inflated, but that did not stop us. I was numb on my scrotum and the lower 1/3 of my shaft. After about 20 or 30 minutes of sex, my glands would start to hurt, on that visit, which span three weeks, we typically would have sex twice a day. I estimate that I was able to achieve orgasm about 50% of the time the other 50% the soreness would kick in and I would have to tap out.
But overall, I was delighted to be having sex again, and I knew that I was still relatively early in the recovery stages. It also helped a great deal that my girlfriend was totally supportive and completely unembarrassed by the new me. In fact, she loved it! She enjoys giving it those first few pumps while it’s in her mouth and laughs good-naturedly at my Genesis pump “squeak”. She’s fun.
I returned again to Thailand, a couple of months later, and as was the case throughout my entire recovery, I noticed obvious improvements. The sensitivity had not returned 100%, but it had definitely improved. unlike the first visit to Thailand, it seemed like my mind was becoming more “connected“ to my new dick. Those early encounters seemed a bit alien. My pleasure definitely increased, but I was still not across the finish line yet.
I returned again about three months later, and I’d say my orgasm frequency increased to 75 to 80%, and I noticed that for the first time since the implant I could feel the tickle of her tongue on my scrotum and on my entire shaft. So, the nerves they do indeed heal!
So now it is one full year later. I can pump it up to Absolute max, in which there is not even another “micro squeeze“ possible. It’s probably one centimeter longer than the original, and definitely bigger girth. At anything less than about 90% my dick has a somewhat oval shape. At 90% and beyond it fills out and has a much more classical round appearance, and when coupled with arousal, absolutely nobody could tell the difference between new me and old me. Very happy with this.
Orgasm frequency, along with sensitivity, has greatly improved. I imagine that I can now achieve orgasm, 90% of the time and beyond. The remaining 10% where that doesn’t happen I attribute to either fatigue, being satiated by an earlier encounter that day, and perhaps a bit of alcohol.
In sum, I am delighted with what has happened. For sure, i’d do it again.
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This forum has been an absolute resource in terms of both archived knowledge, and real time support from its members. Here, unlike so many places, online, the discourse has mostly been very mature, compassionate, and helpful.
I hope it continues this way for a very long time, and that many men in the future realize their dream of overcoming the scourge of erectile dysfunction. It truly is a form of suffering to lose ones the virility , and it is an absolute joy to recover it. Personally, I think the reason that grumpy old men become grumpy old men, the number one reason, is erectile dysfunction. I have no intention of becoming that guy.
Those early days, weeks, and months, they all seem like a dream now. I am now where I aspired to be in those days. Which is, healthy, and happy.
And as an added bonus, since you’ve read this far, i’m attaching a photo (with her approval) of my girlfriend. This, ultimately, what was all this is about anyway.
And a shoutout to you, Dr Clavell! Who i do believe lurks here from time to time.
Best wishes to all.
