The Ladies' Man

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

So off to college went young David. His Mother’s painful attentions had turned him into a far better student than any of his brothers, who had barely qualified for local State colleges. His excellent grades and ability to hyper-focus on tests meant combined with the coolness factor of being a double black belt to gain him admission to any school he applied to. He chose Stanford because it was the furthest possible from his family’s East coast home, though none of them seemed to realize this. But he did, and breathed a palpable sigh of relief when they drove off in their rental car after dropping him at his freshman dorm. ‘Free at last’, he thought, and vowed never to cross the threshold of a dojo for the rest of his life.

Stanford was an ideal place for our hero. His fellow students were diverse and interesting (with the exception of the legacy admits, whom he found obnoxious and entitled for the most part). The weather was fantastic, and he discovered the wonders of Ultimate Frisbee, a game that suited his athleticism and counter-cultural leanings perfectly. The fact that it was coed and seemed to attract the cutest liberal young women was also a definite plus. David was an unusually handsome young man, well built and an inch over six feet in height, with honey blonde hair he rapidly grew from his family’s required buzz cut to a flowing mane of flaxen curls that offset his bright blue eyes perfectly.

David had always been a sensitive young man, and more inclined to hang out with girls than boys at school as a youngster. This of course earned him a target on his back for bullies. But by the time he was twelve his martial arts prowess made him impermeable to even the toughest childish assailants. His Mother had long prepared him to be the ideal companion that his Father wasn’t. She taught him to recognize and talk about feelings (except, of course, any bad ones about her) and to listen to her woes sympathetically. She also violated yet another TMI kind of boundary by openly discussing her dissatisfaction with her s*x life with his Dad.

Our hero felt uneasy hearing about his Father’s selfishness in bed. Nevertheless he took to heart his Mother’s admonitions to always see to his partner’s pleasure before seeking his own. He didn’t exactly know what this meant by the time she died. But he’d heard it enough times that when he did begin learning about s*x on the internet as a teenager he soon figured out that meant getting women off before himself. Once he started dating, his Stepmother had privately given him a copy of an amazing book. It was entitled ‘Guide To Getting it On’ and explained everything he needed to know in plain English. From then on, the combination of his good looks with his metrosexual manner made him an absolute rock star among girls at his high school. This led to lots of s****l experience in which his ability to hyperfocus (as is true of a subgroup of ADHD sufferers) made him the consummate lover. Especially when compared to his benighted peers.

These factors made our hero at least as popular among the coeds at Stanford as he had been in high school. He had learned from his Mother never to press a woman for s*x. It was his rule to always wait until his partner made each move towards greater intimacy before forging ahead. This lack of assertiveness made many women (and not a few men, many of them gay) wonder about his own sexuality, since his feminized persona did indeed ping many peoples’ gaydar. But no woman he had ever slept with doubted David’s heterosexuality for a moment. And further, not one of them ever failed to want more once they had experienced his intense focus on their pleasure.

This particularly manifested in our hero’s fascination for giving oral s*x. There was something about immersing his entire sensorium in a woman’s genitalia that endlessly captivated him. In fact, he never went out twice with a girl who was uncomfortable receiving c*********s. When asked, he would admit that if given the choice between eating someone out and f*****g her in any orifice, he would opt for the former every single time. There was something about the intricacies of female erotic anatomy and responses that David found endlessly fascinating. And he loved the taste and smell and look as well as the feel of a woman’s p***y, whether full-bushed or waxed or lasered.

He regarded it as his goal in life to give every partner as many orgasms as she wanted. David only welcomed attention to his own body and c**k when his lovers insisted. Which they most often did, since he had a solid eight-inch erection whose functions he could manage better than the vast majority of men. He seldom lost a hard on, and could control his own orgasm quite well because of his high level of attunement to his own body. Our hero had learned that self-awareness was the key to not coming too fast no matter how turned on he was. If he was getting closer to his orgasmic threshold than he wanted, he would slow down and focus on her pleasure until his own was not so imminent.

The downside with being such an ideal partner was that no one ever wanted to break up with David. Which was not the case for him in reverse. It seemed that he could maintain his ardor for each new partner for a few weeks or even months. But inevitably his attraction would wane and his lovers would sense this and start getting desperate to find some way to hold onto this apparently perfect lover. Then he would have to have the ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ talk, always leaving yet another attractive young woman in tears. So the move to Stanford was a relief because he had no reputation as a heartbreaker there. As well, the sample size of attractive young ladies was far larger than his high school. Perhaps, he hoped, he could fly under the radar for longer than he had before moving west.

And indeed this worked out well at first. The s****l culture in his class was much more casual than it had been at his high school. People seemed perfectly comfortable swiping right on their phones and hooking up with a stranger within minutes. Expectations for any kind of longer commitment were at most hinted at, but more often suppressed to avoid the risk of manifesting any uncool neediness. But even in that atmosphere, no girl he encountered had ever had s*x nearly as gratifying as David insisted on providing in his never-ending quest to be pleasing to women (at least in the short run). This always seemed to lead to avid repeat customers, who would gradually or suddenly realize what a gem they had encountered. They would start wanting more, and he would try manfully to give it. He truly loved listening skillfully and empathically to their feelings and doubts, unwittingly bonding them even tighter to him. And then his own unconscious defenses would be triggered and he would find his ardor evaporating until they would notice. This would of course most often trigger their anxiety and prompt them to fall into just the sort of manipulative behaviors most likely turn him off even further. The girls would always have to end it since our hero could never see himself as doing harm to women. He would stay sweetly distant behind his martial arts schooled equanimity until they couldn’t stand it any longer and would blow out of there.

This happened with literally a dozen lovely and talented young ladies over the four years it took our hero to complete his psychology degree. By the end he could not collude with his own denial any longer. He began to seriously consider the likelihood that he himself was and had a problem in romantic relationships. David mentioned this to a female buddy who had long since accepted that she was not a potential partner for him because of her relative plainness in appearance compared to his usual parade of gorgeous girlfriends. She suggested that they do some shrooms together in a nearby redwood forest park and see what came up in that altered state. And indeed, in our hero’s drug-fueled deep conversation with his perceptive friend, he realized with true dismay what a subtly but profoundly harmful way he had treated his girlfriends from the beginning.

This breakthrough shook David to his core. His conscious intentions towards the women he so genuinely desired to please seemed actually to have worked to make them worse off for having known him. This horrified him profoundly, and caused him to rethink many things about his life. His plans to apply to graduate school in counseling were put on hold. With dismay our hero realized he could no more trust his good intentions towards potential patients than he could towards women he wanted to date. His Mother had left him a sizable inheritance, so there was no need for him to immediately find work after graduation. After long thought, our hero decided that he needed to find a pathway that he could be more confident would genuinely be of service to women to begin to make amends for all the ones he had unwittingly harmed.

One thing that all of his girlfriends had loved most about David was his skill at giving massage. He had taken a week-long training course at a counter-culture institute near Big Sur (during which, needless to say, he had seduced the most attractive female instructor). The skills he learned there were folded back into giving far more effective massages to his girlfriends. They universally declared him to be as gifted in this non-erotic touch as he was between their legs. It occurred to him that he could get formal massage training towards getting a license in that field, and develop a practice that focused exclusively on women. After careful research, he enrolled in the Myotherapy Institute of Utah in Salt Lake City. It was a place with a sterling reputation and whose Mormon roots he hoped meant that clear boundaries would be kept and taught. Perhaps this would keep him from slipping into using his skills as a seduction tool as he had so often in the past.

Indeed, in his six months of intensive training there our hero managed to keep his d**k in his pants and resist seducing any of his fellow students and instructors. Of course plenty of them came on to him, especially after experiencing his massage skills in the trades that were one of the staples of the training course where everyone massaged everyone else. He matter-of-factly explained to those who made passes that he was refraining from all romantic relationships while he sorted himself out during the course. But his realization had shaken David so deeply that he discharged his usual strong libido only in private m**********n for the first time since he had become sexually active just after starting high school.

Once our hero had found the world of girlfriends, beating his meat had never been necessary since more than willing help in that regard was always near at hand. One thing about this new self-pleasuring made him wonder: when he let himself fantasize freely, his thoughts always went to scenarios imagining himself giving pleasure to women. This was hardly a shocker given his previous tendencies. But there was something a bit different about these fantasies: First, they all involved women who were substantially older than him. Like the head teacher at the massage school, a gorgeous wholesome Mormon blonde whom in the past he would have gladly seduced. But second, the form these fantasies seemed increasingly to take also involved those older women doing painful and invasive things to his ass. By the end of his six months, his self-induced orgasms seemed only to occur when he imagined his head teacher spanking and f*****g his own rear end.