Lost My Best Friend to Save My Life

As I roll through the years, I started to notice a change.  Still as horny as I've always been throughout my life, but the apparatus has a sputter every once in a while.  My doc had already been eyeing my PSA and I'm damn lucky he did.  Through a convulted series of events lasting years, I found a urologist specializing in prostate surgery.  When the actually painless biopsy came back positive for cancer, I shuddered at what was going to happen.  Still, I want to choose life and the best option was to take the whole damn thing.  Prostate gland, that is. The night before my surgery I knew was the last night we'd dance together, with the little head bounces as my very final squirts erupt onto my belly.  I've always had trouble with abstenance and even on the very last opportunity for that, it was incomparable to having to do it once last time.  The dot at the end of a very long line of pretty much unabated self satisfaction.  I had no idea what this was going to do to that part of me and certainly after the fact I'd have more strongly considered alternate therapys - at least I could still shoot cum!  I've oft wondered if this surgeon guy knows if the patient emptied himself on that last night, after he looks over your prostate gland just before taking it out. I wonder if it's better for the surgeon empty, full - or doesnt matter? I can't get an erection.  There was one time when I thought sure it was coming back but then almost as quickly, it left.  So penetrative sex with anyone is out.  I'm almost like a girl with a oversize clit that I can use a "vibrator" on and yessir - I can still come!  So, I thought "Well that certainly saves on Kleenex" .  I miss being hard and able to penetrate my artificial pussys and shoot cum into them, but - I'll take it!  My dick get a little fuller than completely flacid right when I'm coming and it still throbbs and pulses in time with my pleasures.  One of my artificial pussys has lips on one end and I really got into kissing them in a very passionate way until a little cry from deep within welled up - I noticed a bit of a 'rection then.  I got those same lips to suck me off that night, erupting in waves of pleasure and visibly pulsing groin.  Took a lot of oil and multiple tries, but they looked so good wrapped around my shaft and especially after kissing them in the deepest way.  They just look so beautiful to me and my lips can physically tell the beauty cast into their shape, the firmness and textures used.  I wish they made a few different models with girl lips as kissible!  I'd collect 'em all!  It's been a year+ into my surgical recovery and I'm savoring the orgasms as ong as I can.  It's not like before, but it's an experience I still have on hand, in its own sweet way.  I can open up some pictures, find a girl I like and cum in tribute to how beautiful she can possibly be - just like I could at 18!  Or 28, or 48. I'm so thankful - and it's good to be alive!