“Ah, that’s a good one. Care if I tell them?”
“No, please do.”
“Masturbating can train you to get off too quickly. Think about when you do it. Most times, you’re focused on getting relief. This usually results in a quick result and you feel better. The problem is that when you have actual sex, it’ll happen just as quickly.”
Magic raised his hand.
“Are you saying not to masturbate?”
That got a big laugh.
“No, I think we’d all explode if we tried that. Change the focus from getting off quickly and learn to relax and enjoy it. Take your time. Here’s another tip. You may notice that you tense up when you’re masturbating. Some people hold their breath. During sex, if you’re holding your breath, flexing your abs and butt muscles, or supporting your weight in certain sexual positions, you’re creating muscle tension that increases the potential for premature ejaculation.
“Think about an orgasm. It’s a muscular contraction that results in relaxation. So if you’re tightening your abs and your butt when you’re having intercourse, you’re more likely to release. Learning to swing your hips without clenching on each stroke will help,” Greg added.
“Another help is Kegel exercises. Think about peeing and cutting off the stream. Try it,” I said, looked around. “Feel that clenching feeling. If you work at it, you can develop that muscle enough to keep from getting off. Do them during class when you’re bored. If you aren’t sure what I’m talking about, Google it,” I offered.
“You should also talk to your girlfriend since girls have similar muscles,” I said, as I looked around to make sure I wasn’t broadcasting this to the school. “Let me tell you something: you’ll be glad you taught her about it. She’ll be able to tighten and release her channel,” I said as I gripped my finger with the other hand to give them an idea of what I was talking about.
Some of the guys had experience and nodded, agreeing that it was very good feeling.
“This is what I do a lot,” Greg said getting everyone’s attention. “I call it the start-stop method. When I start to get that feeling that tells me I’m about to lose it, I stop moving. When the feeling subsides, I begin again. Do that in conjunction with the Kegel exercise and you can last all night long. I also do this while masturbating as practice for the ‘live event.’”
“I have one more,” I stated. “Use a condom.” Everyone moaned. “Yep, not the most pleasurable solution, but it will deaden some of the sensations, and let you last longer. Plus, it’s just a good idea, health-wise, for both yourself and her. Greg told me early on that if I was man enough to have sex, I was man enough to be responsible. Girls appreciate a guy that looks out for them.”
The bell rang and everyone headed off to class. As I got up to put my lunch tray away, I noticed Coach Hope was watching me. He came over and smiled.
“That was a good thing you did, Son. I bet if you and your brother wanted to, you could teach a class.”
“Do you think Cassidy could be our model?” I teased him.
“You were doing so well until then,” he said, shaking his head. “I wanted you to know that Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan and I are going to Wesleyan this weekend to look at their facilities. You sparked something, and they’re getting people behind your ideas. They know the money people in town. She told me all I had to do is start winning some football championships and they’d make sure we have the facilities.”
I WAS A MINUTE LATE for Art class.
“David, you’re late,” Ms. Saunders scolded me.
“I think he should have to take his shirt off so we can do his back,” Stacy advised.
I’d been told I had enough extra credit for an ‘A,’ but I found out that I was on the edge of getting a ‘B.’ I needed the extra credit.
“Will I get extra credit?” I asked.
“Of course you will. I also believe that Ms. Clute is up for doing the female torso. I think this would be a great opportunity to pose male and female figures together. Are you two okay with that?” Ms. Saunders asked.
Stacy blushed as I just took my shirt off. Stacy took a moment to collect herself, and then she took her t-shirt off. Ms. Saunders posed us so that I was straddling a chair with my back to the class. Stacy was put on a stool so that she was sitting higher than I was. Mrs. Saunders had me put my hand on Stacy’s hip, across her lap. She had Stacy put her fingers in my hair and told us to look into each other’s eyes.
After about fifteen minutes, Stacy got the giggles. I’d seen models do that. It usually was caused by being nervous. Once they started, you needed to break their concentration or it would never end. Ms. Saunders came over when Stacy couldn’t stop.
“Why don’t you two take a break?” Ms. Saunders ordered.
There was a small room with a couple of desks next to the storage room. We went in there and sat down.
“Sorry, it just started, and the more I thought about it the harder it was not to laugh,” Stacy apologized.
“You just need to think about something else.”
“Like what?”
“You could think about how hot I am,” I suggested.
“Oh my God! Are you serious?”
“Sure, I know you want me,” I teased her.
“It’s good that I know you, or I’d think you were being a jerk.”
“Nah, I’m just trying to get you to quit giggling.”
She sat up straight.
“You know what, I think you cured me.”
“Next time think about me being naked. That should fix your giggles.”
“Yep, the image of your little winkie is sure not going to cause me to giggle.”
“Hey, a boy’s ego is fragile.”
“Pffftt, you have a big enough ego for ten boys. I couldn’t say anything to cause you to crumble.”
“Alright, tough girl. Let’s go make some art.”
We went back out and finished the class.
DURING BASEBALL PRACTICE, I got to pitch for batting practice again. Coach Herndon was getting us ready for a tournament we’d be playing in later in the spring. I was going to have to start a game if we went very far, so he needed me to be able to do more than throw a couple of innings of relief. The guys liked it when I threw for batting practice because I was starting to crank it up. It was more like the pitching they would see in a game.
I wasn’t trying to strike anyone out. But I did try to throw harder for longer each day. Coach Herndon was slowly increasing the number of pitches that he allowed me to throw in batting practice. I could feel my arm getting stronger.
WHEN I GOT HOME, MOM wasn’t feeling well. She’d had her last chemo treatment for this round. Her test results had been looking good for the past two weeks. Dad had told us we should be getting a new set of test results Friday. From what we’d heard, we were optimistic that she might be cancer-free.
It was my turn to cook. I wimped out, ordered pizzas, and made a salad. When the pizzas came, Dad got Mom to at least sit and talk to us. I think my brother really had a death wish.
“David had a busy day today,” he started out.
“This sounds like fun, what was he up to?” Angie asked.
I think the comic team of Greg and Angie had struck.
“Well, first, he had every girl in school mad at him.”
“Oh, David, whatever did you do?” Angie asked in a dramatic fashion that would make a soap opera proud.
Mom and Dad looked at me expectantly. I decided to deflect the conversation.
“Greg told all the guys at lunch how not to get off too soon.”
Mom and Dad pivoted and now Greg was in the hot seat. Mom had a glint in her eyes. She liked this topic even better.
“This I want to hear about,” Mom said, and gave my dad a look.
I gave Greg a superior look as my dad glared at both of us.
“Not so fast, Buster! David was the one who started that conversation. I think he’s having some problems. I just came over to offer him some advice,” Greg shared.