He was a bit of a loner. Had some friends but no romantic involvements. He found women complex and didn’t understand them – though he thought the pussy part was marvelous, with nice tits a close second. And like a lot of guys, he liked cocks in porn, if for no other reason than it reminded him of how his organ made him feel so good.

But after his fifty six years on earth, he was getting tired of whacking off. The stimu-tool wasn’t much better, it did the work while he paged through the porn or fingered his ass. Sex toys were nice for a change, but even they got old. He’d once had a hookup with a guy, a fag who wanted to suck his cock, so he let it happen. The guy gave the best blowjob he’d ever had, but he really didn’t have any more attraction to guys.

He had been thinking about this a while, and decided to look into cock enhancement so he could at least have a human mouth give him a treat: his own. Another 15cm on his 17, and a little stretching therapy, should do the trick. The available legal options were kind of pricey, and they only took galactic credits, but he had a good job and a bit of a nest egg, so he made the appointment at the Pleasure Center. They did all kinds of medical procedures, from vascectomies to plastic enhancements to gender modifications. They were legit and advertised penis enhancement.