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I was a late bloomer. And aside from that, my mom sent me to kindergarten at age eight years old. I was older than all of my classmates. I graduated high school at twenty years old. Though I was older than the rest of my classmates, I was behind socially; and though I was not a virgin anymore, I was not really interested in sex at all. For me, sex was dull. It was not exciting at all. I experimented on it when I was sixteen with my neighbor and for me it was just a whole lot of crap on pumping and exploding on the man’s part. And that was all about it. There was nothing to it at all. For me, it was messy, icky, and disgusting. My neighbor and I used to watch free porn videos that he got from his parents’ room when they were away. And to me, all those erotic sex stories had no real stories to them. They were all pump, pump, AND some more of those PUMPs! And that was all just about it. I just don’t get it why all my classmates were so crazy about sex.
Well, I was twenty during my freshman year in college and my classmates were between ages sixteen to eighteen. When the teacher was not yet in, they talked about sex a lot. And they flirted amongst each other. This, for me, was a lot of waste of time. I had better things to do other than flirt and sex. I wanted to finish college and continue on to take medicine proper on the specialty field on genital transplant surgery and proceed on into internship and then, practice. I also wanted to improve methods on this field and probably become a scientist, too. I figured that I’d be a doctor by age thirty – four years in pre-medicine; four years in proper medicine; and two years in internship. That’s a whole ten years from now. If I played around like those gals and guys surrounding me, I might become a doctor by age fifty. That’s too old for me. I wanted to have a family, too, some time along the way. I planned ahead. I wanted to have at least one son whether or not I would have had a husband when I get to my thirties. These were all my plans when I was in my freshman year in college. I guess that’s where age makes the difference. If one is older and more mature, one is more into serious studying than playing. I believe that was why my parents sent me to school late. They let me play all I wanted when I was little. And when I burned out and when I was really ready for school that was when they sent me to school. I am very thankful for this till this very day. I did not socialize much during my school years, but I concentrated on my studies a lot.
But there was a small story to tell during my freshman year that I recall this very day, which I want to share. This particular story was responsible for what I am today. There was one particular boy in my class who was into studying also. He shared the same thoughts as I did. He also wanted to become a doctor – an obstetrician-gynecologist or OBGYN, in short. Cute as he was, there was something in him that magnetized me to him. Likewise, he said this to me, too. Our interests were very similar. The field of medicine we are deeply interested in are identical, namely, ‘genitals’. I wanted to concentrate and experiment on genital transplants and he wanted to deliver babies. He said that he wanted to concentrate also on preserving the vagina’s original state as it was before it had ever experienced its first sex. Whereas, I wanted to succeed not only in transplanting sex organs, but also, I wanted to succeed in giving the owners sensations as if those new organs were really their own. I understood that though transplant operations were successful, the owners did not have orgasms as regular people do. And I wanted to get these transplants perform orgasms by meticulously sewing nerves into the organs.
This cute boy, Lexington and I hooked up. We studied together and got perfect scores most of the time. Since it was just our freshman year, we did not have our major subjects yet, but we did equivalently have the same talent and IQ on all subjects. Sometimes, my score was higher and sometimes, his score was higher. Though I never liked it when his grades were higher than mine, I still continued studying with him. Sometimes, I went to his home; sometimes, he came to mine. Sometimes, we studied at the school grassy grounds, parking lot or sometimes, in the library. He was like my brother. I have no siblings. He neither had siblings.
Whenever we were finished with our homework, we surfed on the Internet on our special fields of studies that we would pursue when we reached higher years in college. We both had our own laptops. I would look into images of vaginas and penises; and he would look only into vaginas. There was a difference in how we looked into vaginas. He was looking more on the tissues and muscles forming the vagina, while I looked into nerves, veins, and blood flows. There was one particular day during winter in February when we both wanted and needed to see a real vagina to compare with what we saw on the images provided by the Internet. I offered mine.
I took two mirrors so I could see all angles and he held a strong flashlight. We noted all that we saw, not only in text, but we also sketched and applied respective colors to our paintings. We were pretty good artists, too. Then, we also photographed my vagina on different angles and views. We took photos of my vagina spread wide open and photos of it shut close. Somehow, Lex got horny. He asked me if I could do anything about it and if we could make use of this opportunity to experiment, learn and find out more about everything that had remained unexplained for many years in books and other sources with regards to sex and genitals. I looked at his pants’ protrusion.
“Provided that you let me study your penis,” I said. He agreed. So, I studied his penis when it was up and erect. And yes, we had sex. I studied how the vein behind the penis grew and how the testicles shrank when he was about to explode. I made him explode into a cup so I could study his sperm cells. This really helped me in my studies. We also experimented if different sex positions affected the genitals performance and size. Oh yes, we did all the positions we had ever thought of – side, scissors, dog, behind, inverted, etc. We noted down all our findings.
By the time we were taking our college pre-med courses on our third year of college, we were very well knowledgeable about the fields we were to specialize on. We still saw each other because we still had some units wherein we were still classmates. We both graduated our pre-med courses in flying colors and we both excelled in our medicine proper courses. Today, we both are doing what we had planned to do when we were still in Freshman College. We seldom see each other now though, but we do email each other to touch base. He is still not married and so am I. I want to continue finding better ways of adding more orgasm-source for genital transplants; while Lex continues on to restoring vagina’s original virgin-like state to women who had given birth or had one too many sexes in their lives. And once in a while we do meet to look further into each other’s genitals. It became part of our studies to conduct sexual intercourse, to scientifically and medically further study intrinsic details of the functions and anatomy of the organs. We had compiled all our findings in book form from the very first time we had sex intercourse together when we were freshmen in college. The book has about more than eight hundred pages by now and we are still adding new notes to it and maybe in the near future, we will finalize the book for public reading and education; and maybe, divide the book into a series of short books.
And as for feelings for each other, this I cannot comment about because I do not really know what love and relationship is all about. All I know is that Lex had and has been an excellent partner in my studies and I believe that is reciprocated as well. Our approach to sex is more for the benefit of the advancement on medical and scientific findings only and nothing else. And maybe, … just maybe, I will make a test tube baby some time later out of my egg cell and Lex’s sperm cell.
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