Try not to crank one out for a while

Okay, so maybe this is a bad idea...but, if Dad seemed to think 15 wanks a day could be considered a medical anomaly, and the real number is at least 30--honestly, probably closer to 40--then maybe I should try to cut back some.

I mean, what if my dong is hyperactive because I spend so much time bating? What if I don't actually need to beat off so often, and I've just conditioned my body to expect release. Maybe if I stop--if I just quit, cold-turkey--my gonads will chill out and my libido will slow down? It's worth trying, right?

I look around my bedroom. A pool of thick, white jizz is forming by the door, where dad had been standing only a little while ago. Every few seconds, a glob of nut splashes into it from the spots where I slimed all over the ceiling. My mirror is painted with thick goo, and the whole room smells like sex and spooge. Two old beach towels sopping with still-warm cum sit next to the doorway, soaked through from what I tried to clean up of the room before Dad's little talk.

How am I even living like this? I need to stop. Maybe in this moment of post-nut clarity I'm finally realizing that what I have going on isn't normal. It's worth a try, right? I'll just stop wanking.

Yeah, I'll just quit and maybe then things will calm down.