Saitama stood above another one, looking down at her shaking body as she squealed with delight; it was the greatest orgasm she had ever felt. The bald teen zipped up his pants and tucked his shirt back in. The woman's skin glistened with sweat as her body still pulsed from the orgasm she had just felt. The man's skin was bone dry, his body stuck still as he felt nothing but a sense of disappointment that this wouldn't be the end of his journey. It had only taken one thrust.
That was why he had to go from person to person, girl to girl, gay guy to gay guy to see if he could finally regain some feeling in his manhood. Saitama was an early bloomer. His hormone levels peaking at levels forcing him to begin his masturbation adventure. The only thing more impressive than his early puberty, was his uncontrollable desire to pump the stump. As with any healthy masturbating teen, the time taken to finish increased as his stamina from jerkin the gherkin increased.
Over the years, it took increasingly longer to finish. This, of course was a natural byproduct of beating the meat on a regular basis. The main remedy people usually use to help solve this is by spanking the plank less often, but it wasn't that simple for him. He just couldn't bear denying himself the simple pleasure of tugging the rug, and so he continued. 5 wanking sessions. Every. Single. Day. Without break, even when he had just finished. In doing so, he was able to obtain new heights of stamina. But unlike others, his orgasm speed did not plateau at a reasonable rate. It continued increasing and increasing, to the point where he didn't have any time
left between sessions. He would continue masturbating non stop, 24/7, only taking breaks to drink in order to keep himself hydrated.
By the age of 16, he had developed an immunity to ejaculation and started his hunt for a solution to his problem. He tried everything, from fleshlights to anal toys; nothing seemed to even bring him close to the pleasures he had once experienced. He longed for that feeling of the first time, for that feeling of shooting his hot sticky load. But, it seemed as if he would never feel that again. Another side effect of the teen's tugging habits was a slow loss of hair due to the stressful behavior of trying to hide his actions from his parents. About the time he lost all erotic feelings in his penis, he had also lost all of his hair.
He started his quest as soon as he left high school, looking for someone or something to erect his body again. He had left behind a massive reputation at his high school as "One Thrust Boy" - the boy that could make any girl orgasm with one thrust. This status stayed with him as he went on his journey around the world. Wherever he would go, there would be women there, waiting for him, waiting to feel his fabled thrust. He obliged to many of their requests, not out of kindness, or even the money they were willing to pay, but for his hope that one day, he would find the one, the one that could last as long as him, such that he could finally release the monumental pressure that has been built up inside of his testes from the past years.