The modern times weren't so kind to young men. Come to think of it, there wasn't a point in history where life was kind to young men, but the only difference now is that common practices destroy your anus with hemorrhoids.
The average young man of today was expected to study a major that may or may not improve their lives in the future, but as for current times, some majors could put you to the verge of insanity. Either that, or clinical depression, after you fail exams even though you studied eight-to-ten hours a day.
Jimmy, our Main Character, didn't have any better luck. In fact, one could argue that his luck was even worse, because he had decided to study Electrical Engineering, and the stress that came with his studies could kill an elephant, and make tens of rhinos impotent. Hemorrhoids were a given, as he had a lot of tension in his anus. It wasn't easy.
At twenty years old, and year two of his studies, he already had a receding hairline, had gained over twenty pounds in weight, and was fighting with his brain everyday, as he tried to remain focused.
Recently, his focus often faded away, not because he might have fried his brain through hundreds of hours of study, but because he was experiencing erectile problems.
His problems were erectile, but it wasn't exactly Erectile Dysfunction. Quite the opposite, his dick worked too well.
Several times during the day, especially when he was stressed, his dick would suddenly get rock hard within three seconds. He timed it.
Googling the symptoms didn't end up making any sense. Some search results suggested that he had Testicular Cancer, but that couldn't be the case.
Albeit sweaty, his balls looked completely fine. They were almost identical in size and weight. His balls smelled like death, because he hadn't taken a shower in five weeks, but that was unrelated to his condition.
From what he could understand, being a musky engineer didn't particularly cause ball cancer, so he was stumped. He was too embarrassed to go to a doctor with his problem, because having rapid erections wasn't exactly easy to describe.
Jimmy feared that he would have to perform an example in front of the doctor, and he feared that the doctor would lose an eye if the example went well, because his rapid erections came with rapid, long-range ejaculations!
For now, he decided to ignore his health problems. Apart from messing with his brain, his erectile problem wasn't exactly plotting to make his organs fail.
Right now, he could only hope for one thing, "Women don't usually have sex after the first date, right? Let's hope Anna isn't curious enough to meet my coughing dragon of a penis soon."
Yes, despite the common, often true stereotypes describing engineers as shy dorks who could never land a date, Jimmy got lucky for once, and awkwardly managed to get a phone number from a woman his age. Or perhaps, she didn't want to keep smelling his reeking body odour, and said yes so he'd go away? Who knows.
Jimmy had a date with Anna two days from now, at a natural history museum. She wanted to look at dinosaurs, but he didn't care much about that part, he cared to meet Anna, and perhaps get some much needed human touch from her, even if she just held his hand. He'd be happy, albeit risking an erection the size of a telephone pole.
Unsurprisingly, thanks to the type of pasty skinned, dorm-room dweller he was, he had been fantasising about her all week.
Her small, yet soft, and succulent looking breasts had kept him day-dreaming for hours now. He wanted to kiss every inch of her body, and bang her until her legs didn't work anymore, but those were just common feelings for twenty year old guys. He barely knew her for a month so his thoughts were completely lust-driven, and far beyond what he's actually capable of.
By all odds, he'd ejaculate a truck load of cum before she'd have even pulled her pants down. If she pulled her pants down.
Anyway, his erectile issue became too much of a problem today, so he decided to do something he hadn't done in over five weeks. He decided to browse through his hard drive, and open one of his encrypted, password-protected folders, where he had about seventeen-hundred pictures of Asian women in the nude.
While he browsed his folder, he thought, "Even if I shoot a cum rocket instantly, it would be okay. I'll beat the next cum rocket out of my dick even if it takes three hours! I can only afford three hours anyway, gotta get back to studying soon."
Jimmy's initial plan was to tire his hormones out, hopefully for weeks, and have them balance themselves out.
The math was basic. If he drained his nuts empty today, his body may not perform erectile miracles every time he got stressed because of studying. This made sense to him, so he put it to the test.
However, after thirty minutes of cranking his hog, he came to the conclusion that either his math was off, or his health was spiraling out of control. He came five times in thirty minutes!
During this time, he only had to stroke his wonder wand for forty seconds in order for him to ejaculate! This time-stamp didn't move even after his fifth time painting his laptop with gooey cum. His CPU might die out before his erections did.
"God fucking damn it!" He cussed out in frustration, "At this rate, Anna will lose an eye after the first stroke!"
Jimmy was frustrated over a very unlikely future prediction. The most consistent scenario would be where he'd creep her out, and have himself blocked across every social media platform known to man. But by the off-chance that he'd actually have sex with this young woman, he'd rather have his penis behave normally, instead of like a 9mm Pistol.
Desperation was at an all-time high after the fifth ejaculation. His focus was non-existent, he couldn't study anymore, so he did what any man of culture would do–he opened another encrypted folder.
This one was more controversial. Likewise, it had a thirty-character password, so no one else could ever gain access to it. This folder was his pride, as well as his shame.
This folder contained everything, from Milfs to Gilfs, and it also included some nude pictures attained through hard research, and being hard during research. Such as Mongolian, or Amazonian women on the nude.
He figured that if pictures of exotic-looking women scratched specific, advanced itches on his brain, then he might be able to finally balance things out, and then study.
This was also a miscalculation. A big one.
A minute later, his laptop screen was covered with cum, over a picture of a granny with big, half-perky boobs. Worse yet, he passed out.
Even worse, his laptop screen faded in black, as his semen eventually slipped into the air vents, and then into the motherboard. His five years old, one-hundred dollar computer was fried, and his brain was getting close to being fried as well.