(1987) The Celestial Bed (19 page)

‘Now let me direct you, and explain each part of the male genitalia to you, its function, its responses, and so forth. We’ll start with my scrotal sac and testes — ’

She held back nervously. He reached out, took one of her hands, and drew it down to his testicles. Her quivering hand touched them, and he closed her fingers around them. ‘Now just get the feel, while I explain a little about the testes inside the scrotum. Almost no women realise — and few men know — that the pair of testicles are one of the two most important parts of the male sex

apparatus. What you are holding produces the sperm that fertilises the female egg. The testicles also produce the hormones responsible for the functioning of the penis. The testicles are responsible for a man’s masculinity, everything from his deep voice to his muscular strength.’

Now Brandon took Nan’s hand and guided her fingers to the top of his soft penis.

‘The other vital part of the male apparatus,’ Brandon explained, ‘is the penis itself. The knob you are holding is the tip of the penis, called the glans. Now I’m lowering your fingers to the shaft of my penis. Inside my shaft are three columns of porous tissue. When a man is sexually aroused, these porous or spongy tissues fill with blood and become hard. Inserting this erection into a female vagina creates friction and it’s this friction which leads to the male orgasm. Now let me tell you more about the male organ.’

Brandon directed her hand in each step, starting with the meatus, and going upward to the coronal ridge and dorsal surface. He returned her hand once more to the knob of his penis.

‘Just hold it again, feel it in your fingers, in your hand,’ he directed her.

Then he realised that something was happening. His penis was growing larger and larger in her hand, and becoming harder, stretching through her fingers.

He was having an erection.

He had hoped against hope it wouldn’t happen, but he supposed it was inevitable.

She was staring down at him, and he could see her chest heaving, her breasts rising and falling.

He had to bring an end to this before something more happened. Rising on one elbow, he tried to smile. ‘Well, I guess that answers one question you had,’ he said. ‘Are you attractive to men? What do you think?’

‘Paul,’ she murmured.

He had to act fast. ‘Enough of that for the moment,’ he said. ‘Now we do a reverse. It’s my turn with you.’

He pulled away from her carefully and sat up. ‘First we change positions,’ he said, as clinically as possible. ‘You lie down on your back, and I take your place. This will be the female sexological.’

In moments, Nan was on her back, and he had reached out for the plastic speculum and flashlight lying on his bedside table, and

with them in hand, he drew up close between her spread legs, lifted them over his thighs, and began.

‘First off, I want you to relax a little more,’ he said. ‘That’ll make it easier. Let me stroke your thighs for a while. You’re wired up, which is natural, and I want you to feci at ease.’

Little by little he felt some of the tightness go out of her. He reached for a small bottle on the table, uncapped it, and gradually began to apply a little oil to her vaginal opening.

‘To make it painless,’ he said.

Nan’s eyes were closed as he stroked her labia, then moved his fingers outside and up towards her clitoris. With one finger inside her again, he spoke of what he was contacting, both the bumpy and smooth parts, pushing back to her cervix, explaining each part. Realising she was extremely lubricated, he took up the speculum and flashlight and instructed her to note in the mirror what he was showing her.

First, he fixed on her brown outer labia, then moved inside to her dark pink inner labia, explaining how each performed when excited. Deeper inside, he indicated the root of the clitoris and explained how vaginal muscles contracted during orgasm and pressed against the clitoris above. He continued to the thick soft tissue between the pubic bone and the urethra sponge, and spoke of its function and then went on to describe the added spongy tissue that ran from the anus to the opening of the vagina.

At one point, he thought he heard Nan whisper something. He thought it was, ‘Oh, my.’

When he had finished his exploration, he realised that there had been no spasms that rejected entry nor any resistance that would indicate discomfort. It was a significant bit of progress.

Her eyes were no longer hypnotised by what she had seen in the speculum’s mirror. Her eyes were intent upon him.

‘That was fascinating,’ she said.

‘No pain?’

‘None at all. Only one thing - ’

‘What, Nan?’

‘How will I know when I’m all right?’

‘When you and I have sexual intercourse together,’ he said simply, ‘and if it gives you pleasure. Then you’ll know.’

In the evening, undressing in her therapy room, Gayle suspected

that she was about to reach a crucial moment with Chet Hunter.

Up to now, the intensive therapy he had requested had gone smoothly enough, at least on the surface. There had been no problem with nudity, and none with his ability to achieve and maintain an erection. During the back caress, the shower, the non-genital frontal caress, she had observed that his penis had become erect during each exercise. She reminded herself that, after all, unlike Demski, impotency was not his problem. But there was a problem. Although she had not been able to experience it yet, and knew it only from his case history, she was sure that his accounts of premature ejaculation were honest enough.

This belief, thought Gayle, was evident in his personality. He was sturdy and solid enough in every way, yet he was high-strung and impatient. He wanted to get everything over with fast, and move on. He was not interested in touching or caressing, or the feelings of any of his body parts. He was interested only in his penis, to the exclusion of everything else. He wanted to get to that fast, and make it work in the right way. Hunter had what female surrogates termed, among themselves, a total prick mentality.

It would be difficult to overcome, this haste in him, and she wondered if it would be possible to slow him down. With premature ejaculators, this was a key to cure. Make haste slowly, very slowly.

As she watched him remove his shorts, she wondered about the degree of his premature ejaculations. That had not been defined yet.

‘Chet,’ she said casually, ‘as I recall, you do have a regular girlfriend, don’t you?’

‘Yes, I do.’

‘Want to tell me something about her?’

He was at once guarded. ‘What’s there to tell?’

‘Well, do you love her?’

‘Enough to want to marry her.’

‘This is the same girl you were telling Dr Freeberg about? The one you’ve gone to bed with several times?’-

‘She’s the one.’

‘But you couldn’t make it with her?’

‘I’m afraid not. That’s why I’m here. I have no trouble getting it up, but I come too fast.’

‘How fast?’

Hunter snorted. ‘Nosy, aren’t you? I’m just kidding. You’re here to help me. How fast? Well, not in my pants, if that’s what you mean. Naw, it happens when we’re in go position. When I’m ready to enter her.’

‘Have you ever entered her?’

‘No, dammit. I always start coming first.’

‘When your penis touches her on the outside?’

‘Yes,’ he said, suddenly crestfallen. ‘I don’t like it. I have to do something about it. I just have to.’

‘We are doing something about it,’ Gayle said.

‘Are we? I can’t tell yet.’

‘You’ll see. You’ll get over it. The main thing is to do all the exercises with me, no shortcuts, and be patient. Trust me, Chet.’

He shrugged. ‘What else can I do?’

‘For one thing, you can lie down on the mat here, on your back.’

‘OK. And you?’

He settled down on his back on the spacious floor mat.

‘Tonight we’re going to do genital pleasuring.’

He appeared to brighten. ‘You mean you’re going to hold me down there?’

Gayle knew this could be trouble. Until tonight, she had touched and caressed him everywhere except on the penis. She was concerned about his reaction and his degree of arousal.

Kneeling beside him, she gently rubbed oil the length of his penis. ‘To make this more realistic and get you to appreciate the vaginal environment. When we get to penetration, I’ll be moist inside. So you might as well get used to it now.’

‘Sounds right,’ Hunter acknowledged.

Finished with the oiling, Gayle raised her hand to his abdomen and started to stroke it. She said, ‘When I hold your penis, it’s not done to excite you. Remember, it’s to give you non-demand pleasure. I’ll be touching and caressing, with no strain on you to perform. You merely have to shut your eyes and do nothing. Simply enjoy it. OK, your eyes closed, please.’

He closed his eyes.

Reaching down, her fingertips arrived at the shaft of his penis. She applied her touch gently, then with firmness. ‘Is that about right?’ she asked quietly. ‘Do you find it enjoyable?’

‘You bet.’

‘It may not stimulate you too much, but - ’

‘You’ve got to be kidding.’

She expected to give him several minutes to be fully erect. But almost immediately his penis had swollen, risen somewhat, and was rising further.

To continue might frustrate him too much. She had to slow him down, get his mind of his penis.

‘All right, Chet. Enough of that. Now it’s my turn.’ She reached for his arm, to make him sit up.

‘Your turn?’

‘Now you pleasure me in the same way.’

‘You mean between your legs?’

‘Of course, Chet. Just to let me enjoy some unerotic fondling.’

‘Unerotic? I like that. It can never be unerotic.’

‘Try me. I’ll show you.’

Soon she was on her back, on the mat, with Hunter, raised on an elbow, beside her, touching her clitoris.

‘A little lighter,’ she instructed him. She did not want to be brought to orgasm. ‘Lighter and more slowly.’

He proceeded to do as he had been told. Eyes closed, Gayle decided that he wasn’t bad at it, not at all. Abruptly, the pressure on her clitoris became harder, faster.

‘Honey,’ she heard him say.

She opened her eyes, saw him pointing down between his legs.

‘Look at this.’

He was pointing down at a complete erection, straight out and obviously hard.

She was at a loss for what to say. ‘Well, that’s good - ’

‘It can be for both of us,’ he said urgently. ‘Let me, Gayle.’

‘Let you what?’

‘Put it in. I’m ready. Why waste time?’

‘No,’ she said. ‘You’re not ready. We need more sessions.’

He came to his knees beside her. ‘Honey, I’ve got to, I’ve just got to. I’m ready. I’ll make it this time … I guarantee you.’

‘No, not yet — ’

‘Please, Gayle, while I can. It’ll be great. Let me show you.’

She considered his pleading. If only there was time to consult Dr Freeberg. But as she knew, many of these decisions were left to the ludgment of the surrogates. She considered further. What it came to was: just what was there to lose? If he truly could make it, he was on his way to a cure. If he couldn’t, he would learn a lesson.

‘All right, Chef,’ she said impulsively, ‘if you think you can complete penetration, that might be a good thing. Go ahead. I’ll cooperate.’

‘You’ll see, you’ll see,’ he said breathlessly, hastily positioning himself between her widening legs. ‘Christ, you’re something, you’re great. We’ll do it. I can make it this time.’

She arched back, lifting her hips slightly as he guided his penis toward her vaginal opening. He was panting now, excited, so eager to make it.

She felt the head of his penis touch her down below, and she braced herself for his entry. But there was no entry.

She raised her head. His features were contorted.

And then she felt the wetness of his semen outside her vagina.

‘Oh, Je-sus,’ he groaned, as he finished his orgasm. ‘Jesus, I just couldn’t hold it in. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. I don’t know, it just happened.’

She put a kindly hand on his bare shoulder. ‘Don’t worry, Chet. It’s happened before. That’s why we’re together. But I promise you, if you do it my way, and have plenty of patience, I promise you one day soon you’ll be fine.’

‘I don’t know,’ he said helplessly. ‘I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do it.’

Later, dressed and bidding Gayle good-night, Hunter had felt Gayle restrain him as he reached the front door.

He half listened to her as she said, ‘I’m confident enough to give you another piece of advice. I always give it when we get to this part of our programme. At this point, when you see your girlfriend again, there is to be positively no sex. Take her to a movie or sit with her on a sofa, and kind of repeat our exercises in a real life way. I mean, hold and stroke her hand, her hair, her face. Touch her breasts, but over her clothes not under them. Forget about your erections. Hold back. Get into your feelings and her own, and nothing more. Between slowing down with your girl, and with what we’re doing, it’ll work out soon enough.’

Leaving her, Hunter was less optimistic. He trudged miserably to his car at the kerb and pushed in behind the wheel.

He sat there in the darkness assessing his loss.

He had been certain he would make it tonight, and with penetration he would have been on his way.

Christ, he thought, wait’ll Ferguson and Scrafield and Hoyt Lewis learn about this. It could dynamite their whole game plan, and his future. If he couldn’t make it with this dame, he could not go into a court of law and swear under oath he had done it to her, paid the little nympho for a real fuck, when he hadn’t fucked her. And this Gayle dame would also be swearing under oath he hadn’t gotten into her. He couldn’t risk a lie.

Yes, once the truth were known, there was no case against Freeberg, no story, no job on the Chronicle.

Then, sitting there in the darkness behind his wheel, he realised that they didn’t have to know. Ferguson, Scrafield and Hoyt Lewis didn’t have to know a thing about this night’s failure. As far as they knew, he was in the middle of his therapy with a - a prostie. They had to know only when he’d made it and could honestly swear he’d made it.