THE MYOSIN FACTOR

Stilson was not a frail child–he just fatigued easy. He played with other kids of his age and when he was pooped, he would just quit for a while and then go back to his teammates. He was always good at any athletic event but his skill was time limited. During baseball, Stilson would almost always get a base hit and it usually was a double or a triple. He would never run the bases though. If he did, he would be thrown out at first base. Stilson’s team always had a pinch runner for him. In fact, he was always picked for being part of a team rather than being shunned. In basketball, his bouts of muscle fatigue were put to an advantage. In his junior year of high school, he would often become the object of receiving a record number of fouls per game. Stilson was always getting fouled because his bursts of energy would suddenly end in slow motion and a competitive team player would trip over him. Stilson would have to throw two foul shots because of the apparent deliberate personal foul. Stilson never missed a foul shot. In one important game he was the most valuable player because he scored 22 points–all from the foul line.

His first sexual experience established Philip Stilson with the image that sex with him was a must for all sexually active high school females in his graduation class. Virginia Schytowski was the most hot-to-trot girl in his senior class. Ginny was a beautiful, popular cheerleader and was sought after by the horny male students, which meant most of them. Philip never considered himself in the running and he also had never had a sexual experience. Ginny was dared to seduce Stilson and then give a report on it to the cheerleading crowd. Philip was wary of the invitation to go to the drive-in movie with “Hot Nipples Schytowsky” as his basketball teammates, and every other male student Schytowsky alumnus, called her. Natural blonde Ginny, at age 17, had the body of a playboy foldout, a college qualifying grade index, and a pleasant personality. The only flaw in her character was that her hormones motivated her to intimate physical activity, even on the first date. Ginny indeed, loved to fuck. If you want to get laid, call “Hot Nipples” was the word. The nickname was apparently derived from some one-night stand romper being awestruck by her breasts. That mate-for-the-evening started the rumor that her nipples were the size of thumb tips, as firm as doorbells and hot enough to melt your Chapstick. Ask almost everyone in Stilson’s graduating class. Ask the assistant headmaster Mr. Flamingo or the janitor–semi-retired Magruder Pontoon.

The “dare to do it with Philip Stilson” became a challenge due to the heckling that Ginny received from the rest of the cheerleaders. Then an amazing thing happened. Stilson’s Becker’s muscular dystrophy turned out to be a plus for bedroom performance. It wasn’t that he was a bucking bronco. It was just the opposite. Ginny and Stilson had just parked in his family station wagon at the Meadow Glen drive-in movie and attached the outside speaker to the rear window. Ginny turned the volume all the way up. “For security reasons”, she said. She suggested they move to the back seat and they went right over the front seat backs landing laughingly on the rear seat cushions. Ginny started kissing Stilson on the lips, on the ears, on the chin and then she lifted his T-shirt. She kissed him on his nipples mixed with small bites and then licked his sternum and moved down to tongue the bejesus out of his navel. She unbuckled his pants to release the pressure of his teenage bulging manhood. Stilson was panting.

“Shouldn’t I be doing something?” He gasped as Ginny reached into his jockey briefs.

“Oh yes Philip.” She moaned the reply. “Unhook me.” With that statement, Ginny lifted off her sweater and threw down her skirt right after her sneakers were sloughed from her feet by the toes of each foot.

Stilson clumsily but successfully negotiated the three hooks of Ginny’s bra. He actually felt a sense of achievement since the unhooking was done with him facing Ginny and reaching around blindly to her mid-back. “Wow…,” he gazed in awe, “…no wonder they call you Hot Nipples.” They were indeed hot to the touch, firm and as large as the tip of his thumbs. No further words were spoken by either paramour.

Stilson knew what to do. His mother and father already told him the facts of life but his friends told him about screwing. He brought three condoms. “They’re the ‘best’,” his friend Gary Weinbaum told him. They were packaged three-to-a-box and were individually encased in a small sapphire blue square plastic container. Each condom was sealed in its own lubricant. “It’s not a rubber.” Gary assumed the pose of a wizened 17-year-old sexologist. “It’s something better. It’s a ‘lambskin prophylactic’. It’s guaranteed not to leak or rupture. No sperm or infectious germ will transit through a Schmidt’s Lambskin. A shotgun can’t even shoot through it.” Such votes of confidence took the fear out the encounter. And Stilson had three of the suckers!

Ginny removed Stilson’s clothes so fast, he felt a chill at having nothing on. All the car’s windows were steamed to opacity from their combined exhaled water vapor and condensation. Ginny pulled his Jockey briefs off and threw them over her shoulder. They got caught on the drive-in speaker on the rear passenger window right next to her panties. Ginny’s panties got stuck to the window because they were soaked from the wetness of her foreplay.

“Wow!” Ginny‘s eyes widened looking at the zucchini sized schlong that belonged to this supposed weakling. She grabbed Stilson’s erect organ and squeezed it. It was as firm as a straightened stiff kielbasa. That was the language of her cheerleader peers. “Stay right on your back.” She straddled him and came down slowly watching the pink king-size banana completely disappear between her legs.

Stilson tried to keep up with her bucking, but his hip muscles fatigued. He had to rest. That was okay because Ginny climaxed just before the need for a tone-up break occurred. After five-minutes, she started over again. This happened three more times.

“I’ve never come off so many times before.” She gasped looking into his green eyes. “My God! You still have an erection! Get on top of me.” She gave the order. Stilson complied. Ginny grabbed his ass with both hands. “Let me move you in-and-out.”

Stilson complied again and after Ginny “Hot Nipples” Shytowsky had three more orgasms, Stilson reached his peak and felt that he had filled up the Schmidt’s Lambskin to spermatic capacity. They both rested for ten-minutes and Ginny reached into Stilson’s trousers on the car floor for the condom box. She extracted the second Julius Schmidt Lambskin. Thirty-minutes before the movie was over, Stilson filled up Schmidt’s third product. He was done. She was done.

The next morning every girl in his class said hello to him as they passed in the corridor. The young “in-heat” females did not make eye contact. They stared in wonderment at Stilson’s crotch. Ginny “Hot Nipples” Shytowsky couldn’t participate in cheerleading practice that day. She could hardly walk.

“I wonder what Ginny told them about last night.” He spoke to the picture of his mother in his locker.