The Bionic Man

I met the bionic man, the 21st Century one.

I met him on OkCupid, he didn’t lie about his age or on his pictures. It was refreshing. He was 60. My mom later told me that anything above 15 years was a big age difference.

And it was. I want to say that it was over when he stood up from the bed to get his meds, just wearing a tee-shirt. As I scrutinized his wrinkled ass from the bed, it was the picture of an old man.

There was an immediate sexual attraction between him and me, a forbidden fantasy.

He had mentioned on passing that he had the capacity to last forever and I had not asked why. I thought that like most American white men, he probably had access to the blue diamond pill.

He lived in Connecticut and I in the city. I don’t let men in my private space easily so we decided to spend our first night together in a hotel near Times Square, not shabby not fancy.

We laid in bed and he told me why he could “go all night long”. I don’t remember exactly what caused him to have a bionic cock and it’s not important. When he explained to me that he basically had a pump in his penis that he activated with a button near his testicules, I didn’t know if I should flee or stay.

I chose the latter and I had a night of sex with a bionic cock, thinking that at least it would make for a good story. At a time when women still have to wear pads when they have their periods or couples to use condoms to protect themselves, medical priorities can be questionable…

At the end of the night, he fell asleep, having forgotten to deactivate his device. I watched his inflated child’s erection from the bedroom’s other bed where I had decided to move to get away from his old man’s snoring… and smell.