The Gentleman had a serious problem. He had made several attempts to get into the men's restroom, but found it to be occupied. The stewardess noticed that he was walking funny, taking small steps, and with a look of pain and anxiety on his face.

"Sir", she said, "The ladies restroom is unoccupied. You may use it if you promise not to touch any of the buttons on the wall."

He was about to pop, and would have promised anything, so he agreed to her terms.

The relief was pure joy, and as he sat there, savoring the feeling, he noticed the buttons he had identified by the letters: "WW", "WA", and "PP", and there was one red button labeled "ATR". Who would really know if he touched them?

He couldn't just sit there and resist a challenge like this, so he pushed the "WW" button. Warm Water was sprayed gently upon his bottom. Such a nice feeling came over him. The Men's restroom didn't have nice things like this.

Anticipating even greater pleasure, he pressed the "WA" button. Warm Air replaced the warm water. It wafted and swirled about, gently drying his underside.

He knew what he was going to do when the warm air stopped, and without hesitation, he pressed the "PP" button. A large Powder Puff caressed his bottom, adding a fragrant scent of spring flowers to his unbelievable pleasure. The ladies room was far more than a restroom; it was a place of tender loving leisure!

He could hardly wait for the powder puff to quit. When it did, he pushed what he knew was going to be the ultimate joy!

...He knew he was in the hospital as soon as he opened his eyes. A nurse was staring down at him with a smirk on her face.

"What happened?! How did I get here?! The last thing I remember, I was in the ladies restroom on a flight to Atlanta!"

"You pushed one too many buttons", replied the nurse, as her smirk expanded to a grin. "That last button marked "ATR" is an Automatic Tampon Remover. Your penis is under your pillow."

Us men maybe rough and tough, but the little jimmy is a a gentle soul

I'll respond with a joke that yours reminds me of.  It is known as "The Funkhouser Joke," so if you've seen it on "Curb Your Enthusiasm," you can stop here.
A young girl is about to be married and goes to her mom for a talk.
"I'm very worried because I'm really big down there and when my husband finds out I'm afraid he'll divorce me."
Oh, don't worry, dear," Mom says.  "I'm that way, too.  All you need to do is go to the butcher and buy a pound of liver.  Before you go to bed, just stuff it up there and all  will be fine."  The girl does as she was told and a night or marathon love-making ensues.  In the morning, she awakes to find her new husband gone and a note attached to his pillow.  It reads:
"My dearest darling.  Last night was amazing. I love you so much I got up early to rush off to work and make more money than ever so I can provide you with everything you so richly deserve.  Jewels, furs, fine cars and a beautiful house.  I will rush home to you tonight on winged feet so we may indulge in another night of love."
PS:  Your cunt is in the sink.