“Doctor, I finish quickly. Please help me.”
Before he could even sit down, this young man expressed his urgency for help.
“Calm down, I’m not going anywhere. Close the door and sit down first, then tell me slowly.” I chuckled.
“I ejaculate quickly, doctor.”
“How quick is it?” I noted his complaint in his record as “premature ejaculation” and glanced at the age of the troubled young man. Oh… not yet 25, still a few years to go.
“Less than a minute, doctor. Sometimes, after just 5 thrusts, it’s over.” Well, that’s quick, I thought to myself, then turned to the young woman who came in with him. She seemed to be around the same age as the young man. Her face was plain, not particularly beautiful, but had a certain charm.
“What about you? Does he finish, and do you finish too?” I asked.
“Wait, wait, doctor.” Her half-surprised expression made me both startled and amused at the same time.
“I’m just his friend, not his girlfriend or wife. He didn’t dare come to see the doctor alone, so he dragged me along.” Then she slapped the young man’s thigh.
“See, you always drag me everywhere, so others think I’m your wife.” Then she turned to me, blushing slightly.
“Doctor, you’re not the first to think that.”
“Oh, really? Sorry about that.” I said, wondering. Others might misunderstand because even his bedroom issues, she had to know and bring him to see me.
“Alright, tell me what happened.” I turned back to the young man. His story was similar to others: undressing, kissing, fondling, inserting, and then reaching climax after just a few thrusts.
The woman was confused, wondering what just happened, not even feeling any pleasure, feeling frustrated, like she gave herself away for nothing. I’ve heard stories like this often.
“Doctor, please help him. I’m tired of listening to his woes.” She said, glancing at him.
“And what did the woman say?” I asked him.
“She wants to break up with him, doctor.” She answered for him.
“So, does that mean she was with you for sex, and now that it’s not enjoyable, she wants to leave?” I continued questioning the young man.
“See, I told you, she was with you just for that.”
Heh heh, I made up the name “Prae” myself. If anyone’s named Prae, please don’t be offended. Naming her “Pring” would be too much, or “Lam Yong” wouldn’t fit either.
“I’ve warned him many times, doctor, but he doesn’t believe me.” She continued to fire at her male friend relentlessly.
“Alright, I’ll teach you how to manage premature ejaculation.”
“Okay.”
“First, when you’re about to climax, stop, and slowly pull out. Then, use your hand to squeeze the tip like this.” I asked him to raise his thumb as if it were his penis, squeezing with moderate force.
“Once the urge subsides, start having sex again. Do this three or four times before allowing yourself to climax.”
“Who should squeeze, doctor?”…“Anyone can, you can, or your partner can. Use your hand, not your mouth, or you might finish right then, or get scraped by teeth. I don’t want to treat a scratched penis.” The girl next to him laughed heartily. I noticed a familiar look in her eyes.
“I recommend that the best position for sex in this case is to let the woman be on top. Let her do the work; it will make her finish faster, while you relax and take your time.” I explained.
“I thought so. I read somewhere that said the same thing as you, doctor, but he argued with me that it wasn’t true.” She said, glancing at her close friend and laughing lightly.
“See, you didn’t believe me, so now you have to hear it from the doctor.” It was an opportunity to tease him. I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or feel sorry for this young man.
“Also, I think using a condom can help reduce the urge.” I paused for a moment, feeling that this advice might not be right.
“Listen carefully, condoms don’t reduce pleasure because they’re very thin, almost imperceptible. It feels the same as not wearing one. But when the urge or arousal becomes intense, a condom can slightly reduce it, allowing you to delay climax.” I apologize for using language that might seem impolite, but when speaking with people of certain ages, I might use such words.
“Let me ask, do you use condoms with Prae?” I’m still using that name.
“Not really, doctor. I don’t think it’s right.”
“What’s not right?” I pressed.
“People in love don’t use them, do they?” Ah! The same old story with teenagers.
“Is Prae your first?” I asked, staring intently.
“Yes, doctor, I’m still a virgin.”
“He’s inexperienced, doctor. Believe me, he’s really a virgin.” She smiled at her close male friend.
“Embarrassed, aren’t you? I told you not to drag me in. I was fine standing outside.” I noticed her playful eye roll, which had a hint of cuteness.
“And what about Prae? Did she have other men before you?” The young man nodded.
“Did Prae have sex with other men before you?” I persisted. He continued to nod.
“Do you think when Prae was with other men, they used condoms?” The first bullet was fired.
“Probably not.” He answered, looking startled.
“Could Prae have any infections?” The second bullet was fired.
“Probably not.” He seemed puzzled about what I was getting at.
“How do people with and without diseases look different?” The third bullet.
He was silent…
“Do you think they look different?” I concluded my questioning with this.
“Probably not, probably can’t tell.” It seemed like a surrender.
“See, how many times have I told you to use a condom? You really don’t use them?” He got another slap on the thigh from his female friend.
“Sometimes I do, sometimes I don’t. I use them, but not every time.” His face fell slightly.
“But if you’re talking about HIV, I don’t have it, doctor. I just donated blood the other day.” He said.
“Oh… you fool, with risky behavior like this, you still went to donate blood. That’s irresponsible. Don’t do this again. If you don’t stop, I’ll curse you to always finish quickly, never able to cure it. Remember that.” I felt annoyed but secretly proud of the curse I came up with on the spot.
“Alright, I’ll give you some medication to help delay ejaculation. Don’t forget to try the advice I gave.” I told the young man.
“I won’t schedule a follow-up, but if things aren’t okay, come back and talk. Will you come together again?” I asked both of them.
“He can’t do without me, doctor. He’s so inexperienced.” She laughed triumphantly, but trust me, in the eyes of those close friends, there’s something that feels so familiar.
……………………….
Once, a long time ago, I was in love. It was a love in my late teenage years that I thought was true love. I fell in love with “Jim’s” close friend.
“Help me out,” I told Jim, who was almost my closest friend at the time.
“No, no, don’t use me as a bridge for this. I’ll lose my reputation.” That was a rejection that hurt me deeply.
“But it’s okay, without your help, I’ll woo her myself.” I mused to myself.
And in the end, I lost to the one-sided love I had pursued for 3 years.
“I told you it wouldn’t work. Now you’re the loser, looking all dejected.”
Such mocking laughter came from her every time I was down.
“Why do you have to rub it in?” I felt sad, but I had no energy to argue.
“So you’ll get over it quickly. I’m building your immunity.” That was the reason I got back.
It seemed reasonable because when I was at my lowest, it was Jim who was there. Even if she didn’t console me, I remembered those eyes.
Even though her tone was mocking, in her eyes, there was something hidden that made me feel it wasn’t genuine mockery.
Heh heh, how about that?
Now, Jim is my wife. I’m the one who won after all. Ha ha ha.
Thanaphan Chuboon finished as usual
May 28, 2019
Source: https://web.facebook.com/100001116121950/posts/2236833653030484/?_rdc=1&_rdr Story by Asst. Prof. Dr. Thanaphan Chuboon