Well, I spoke too soon, as is often the case. Had sex for the first time yesterday evening. It couldn’t wait any longer, despite the soreness and apprehension. Couldn’t inflate to full glory, dick was beyond tender, internally battered and crying out for mercy, for blessed convalescence. I put the poor bastard to work, drafted him and sent him out to brave the trenches, the sweet meat trenches, if you will. He performed like the valorous warrior he was always meant to be, wounded but spirited, indomitable and dogged. Let me tell you gentleman, it was incredible. It was the first time I had ever done anything sexy with my dick that didn’t involve some kind of failure, awkward explanation, or sense of inadequacy filling me like heavy sand in a burlap bag. I was free. I killed it.
My girlfriend and I had sex for about thirty minutes, at which point I had to cum because the soreness was becoming incapacitating. So, in a sense, I am still dealing with limitations to position, speed, tempo, technique, and duration, but this will fade as I continue to heal. What I have to remember is that my progress has so far been uncommonly rapid, as historically most men are not ready for sex at all until the 6 week mark, and I am only 3 and a half weeks out. There are two primary reasons for my alacritous recovery: the skill of my surgeon and the youthful health of my body. And I have so much more to gain. Over time I will regain my original size, and probably increase my girth beyond what I had in the past. Everything will feel natural and unbreakably sturdy. Even now I have a weapon to be reckoned with. My girlfriend came several times, commented on the hardness and thickness of my rod between gasps for breath and moans of pleasure.
I’m feeling much more positive about everything today compared to yesterday. All of the imperfections I noticed then just don’t seem to matter when I’m able to crush pussy the way I can now at such an early stage of recovery. And those imperfections will most likely resolve themselves, and I’ll be totally reconciled to carrying around a big, iron bar that I can use to my and my partner’s hearts content. The dawn has broken, dispelling the long dark night of self hatred and insecurity.