Learning through drawing – diversity of male anatomy (part 1)

This summer was extremely hot, and with Tom, we decided to cool off at a local lake. The place is usually very crowded, but we found a calmer, shaded place. While Tom was having a nap, I got bored reading a book and started to look at the people walking by and bathing. It was fascinating to see different people and their body types, and in men, bulges with visibly varying content. It immediately reminded me of one memorable class with Linda that really stuck in my mind—a hilarious lesson on male anatomy and, believe it or not, visual art…

Linda always managed to surprise us
with some bizarre tasks.  

After some intense exercise and practicing kicking, Linda called her sweaty and gasping girl squad "You did well today," then gave us unexpected homework: "I want you to draw your boyfriend's" genitals, both testicles and penis, in a relaxed and erect state on an A4 sheet, aiming for true depiction and detail, and bring your creation to the next class." There was a brief moment of complete silence. We looked at each other with a mix of awe and confusion, finding it extremely odd, having difficulties seeing any connection to self defense training. Then I heard some chuckles and even a weak "What?!" and  "No way!"

Yet, as we have learned many times before, Linda's bizarre demands and exercises often made sense in the end, and protesting would be futile anyway. Tania, obviously without a boyfriend, was asked to draw a random naked man she could find online. Although we were initially a bit baffled, we all left the dojo motivated to do our best to accomplish the task. Walking down the street after saying bye to my classmates, I realized how fascinating and revealing this psychological experiment might be.  

A secret snapshot of Tom's morning wood enabled
me to get the image of his aroused genitals.  

It wasn’t as easy as it first seemed; the problem was not that we were not a bunch of Picassos, sure, we could all do some simple sketch from memory, but getting the exact proportions and appearance was almost impossible without having real genitals in front of us, staying still as a model. We often handle them during intimate activities, but neither measure nor conduct detailed anatomical studies on them. Ideally, we could simply ask our guys to pose for us, letting us take time to do it properly. But who would be willing to reveal the real purpose of this highly unusual activity, with a sole focus on the external reproductive system instead of his Greek statue-type torso?  Then I also realized that the truthfulness of the depictions could be highly questionable. I suspected that some girls would like to show off and consciously or maybe unconsciously exaggerate the real size of their partner's manhood.  Who would not want to have a hung man and take pride in it, even if it means strutting in borrowed plumes? On the other hand, it is understandable that none of us wants to be embarrassed by having a sex partner with a pathetically tiny penis.

I was deeply worried about possible Tom's inquiries, why I was doing this, and whether it had anything to do with that “weird” self defense course. Rumors about Linda's unconventional pedagogical and training methods were spreading throughout the university. I wanted to protect his sensitive, innocent soul from such cringe, but at the same time, I was determined to complete the assignment responsibly, regardless of its peculiarity. Ultimately, I decided on a sneaky approach: to use my phone to secretly take a quick snapshot of him when he was leaving the shower—that would be for the flaccid state. In the morning, before waking up, he almost always gets morning wood. By gently removing his pajamas, it was the perfect time for another unsuspected snapshot to capture the changes in his aroused state. This allowed me to take time when he was not home to study all his anatomical features and reproduce his private parts into a drawing. I admit, my artistic skills are limited, so I inevitably produced a huge pile of crumpled paper rubbish. I tore the unsuccessful attempts into small pieces and threw them into the garbage outside so Tom would not find them.

Artistic drawing is not easy,
but in the end, I was satisfied. 

Once I was done, not to lie, I was quite proud of my work. I couldn’t wait any longer for the next class, not only to see other girls' creations and what kind of man’s equipment they reproduced, but also to understand the purpose of the whole thing. On the day of the class, I found myself rushing to the dojo as if I had never done before, having carefully folded the precious art piece and hidden it well in my handbag. My heart was pounding with great suspense.

Exactly as I suspected, just entering the dojo suggested that this class was going to be fun. Some girls couldn't control themselves and, before receiving any instructions, proudly showed their intrigued peers their artwork, peppering it with funny stories about how they managed to capture visuals of their darlings’ jewels and what kind of tricks they had to invent, which caused a lot of frantic giggling and some highly ungirly remarks. I do not blame them; none of us wanted to fail Linda's assignment. We noticed Bob and Peter did not come, so that somehow indicated that the things we were going to learn were not for their innocent ears or eyes, which only added to our excitement to the point that we did not notice Linda had just arrived. Hearing the loud chatter and vim, she did not let us wait long; this time, she even skipped the regular warm-up exercise, which was quite unusual.

“I see you are quite impatient. So let's check how you managed your assignment,” Linda asked us to sit down in a semicircle around her on the mat, and we did so quickly, filled with anticipation. She then gave instructions for the next activity. “I want each of you to go one by one, show the other girls your drawing, and then describe your partner's male organs in words. You can, for example, compare them to various fruits or other everyday objects if that helps. Comment on shape, size, skin, pubic hair, and other important features.”

We had a lot of fun showing
our creations to our classmates.

It was great that Ana was the first to present, since she's naturally outgoing and not too shy. Without hesitation, she confidently held up the sheet for us to see her boyfriend's genitals, using her finger to point out the parts she was discussing, just like a teacher addressing her class.

 “Well, as you see, these are my boyfriend's testicles and penis. I call his testicles bolas because they are perfectly round balls that usually hang really low, swinging vigorously like two pendulums. You obviously can't see it here, but even a small flick causes great discomfort, which I often shamelessly take advantage of.”

After these words, we all burst into laughter, but Ana continued, “They like to move up and down depending on the temperature and the intensity of my petting. His penis is like... let's say, a cucumber, I mean, when relaxed and unused like a typical pickle, but it can elongate to become long and thick, like those used in salads,” she proudly pointed at the drawn erect penis.

“They are actually called English cucumbers,” interrupted Susanne, eager to show off her culinary knowledge.

“Does it also taste sour?!” Laura's unexpected inquiry made us laugh again.

“No, at all, it is very succulent and delicious,” replied Ana with all seriousness.

Artistic representation of
Tom's erect penis 

 It sounded like a pubertal locker room banter we used to have in high school, but Linda let us have some fun and did not interrupt the ongoing cheerful chat. At the end of her talk, she praised Ana for her drawing and vivid description. The details she managed to capture were excellent; she depicted the deep crevices on the relaxed scrotum, long prepuce protruding from the penis end, and she made a great effort to illustrate a lot of long curly pubic hair covering the whole area.  

Now, when the ice was broken, the other girls enthusiastically followed her path, and we all fought to give the best presentation of our better halves' most precious body parts, intermitted with some more or less inappropriate remarks.  Some of us are naturally shyer than others, and expressing ourselves in such a tense situation was not always easy. Luckily, Linda managed to create a nonjudgmental, lively atmosphere. When the talking stalled and we groped to find the right words, she encouraged the audience to ask concrete questions, such as the estimated penis's length, girth, or volume of the testes. 

There were some memorable moments, such as when Laura was honest about the size of her boyfriend's penis in the flaccid state and called it a fat earthworm. Or when Tania presented a drawing of a male pornstar with a huge penis, which was circumcised—none of our boys are. The unusual curvature of Rebeca’s boyfriend's penis also drew a lot of attention, as well as an unusually tight scrotal sac. Susanne, as always, was very precise and used the correct medical terminology as much as possible; sometimes, we had no clue what she was talking about.  Some presented privates were clean-shaven, some bushy, some penises were truly on the shorter side… but we were absolutely not judgmental.

To be honest, most presented flaccid penises
were of the shape and size of a small pickle

I admit, I was very nervous when it was my turn, but I think it went quite well in the end. I described Tom's testicles as of normal size, resembling two ripe figs just fitting into my hand, and his penis, which does not impress at first sight, but when it gets aroused, it becomes a fat sausage, revealing a cute red strawberry-like glans. Listeners noticed the thick vein running along the penis shaft, which I managed to detail well. Don’t want to sound too self-appreciative, but I was also happy I got appraised for my artistic outcome, maybe not the best, but memorable for sure😉.

After we finished the round, Linda expressed her satisfaction with the well-played-out first exercise stage. “Now tell me. What have you noticed?” she asked us.

“Oh, we are actually very talented artists!” exclaimed Emma naively.

“No doubt about it”, Linda nodded, with a bit of an ironic tone and a smile on her face. “And what else?“

“Our boyfriends are all well-equipped real men!” Laura rushed to a somewhat dubious conclusion, possibly knowing this was not what Linda expected, but trying anyway.  

 Clearly not getting the right answer, Linda grinned and repeated, “Do not want to argue on that, I leave the judgment to you, but what else?”

“There is a high variability among the male genitals, in type, size, volume, how low they naturally hang, and how they react to arousal…even though the sample size was just six.” Finally, rational Susanne understood Linda's direction and answered correctly.

 “Exactly!” Linda agreed. The natural diversity of male reproductive organs in many aspects, not only shape and size, is remarkable, which has very important implications for self defense, more than you ever thought. You might choose a boyfriend and his genitals, but not your attacker. The knowledge of male anatomy and its variables and utilizing it to your advantage is one of the essential elements of my system, but it also involves a significant change in a woman's mindset.” Linda said in an almost preaching voice.

Our guru then announced the continuation of the exercise. “Now, put all the drawings in this box, and each of you draws one piece. Then imagine it as an attacker's genitals in front of you. Explain to your peers which technique you would choose and why it would be the most effective for the given type of organs.”

An awkward moment of silence followed.  We knew it was going to be a weird class, but like this? OK, one thing is to show some naughty drawings, and the other one is to listen to how your friends would batter our loving partner's precious sex organs. These were not just some anonymous imaginative drawings of some bad guys' junk, but our lovelings.

“Ana, again, you go first,” ordered Linda. Ana, this time, more hesitatingly drew a first paper and tried her best to explain the details of how she would injure Emma's boyfriend's testicles as well as his penis.

Linda often exhausted us not only
physically but emotionally as well

Now on, we all had to listen to gut-wrenching explanations of snapping penises to induce penile fracture, testicle twisting to induce torsions, and flattening the glands to mushy nothing. We got the opportunity to show all the knowledge of the most destructive techniques we learned from Linda, including the vivid descriptions of exposed penis heads being pepper-sprayed or bitten off completely  The saggy testicles were pulled till the cords inside snapped; tight testicles were punched in an upward motion to crush them against the hard pelvic floor.  Ironically, a long penis and sizable, low-hanging testicles were no longer a sign of male pride but rather a fatal weakness and a disadvantage for the owner.

This was an emotional rollercoaster. Instead of shooting  some funny remarks, we naturally became defensive and even shouted things like “Do it to your boyfriend's junk!” I also almost went nuts when I heard Rebeca saying that Tom's testicles would be ideal for a ‘handmade’ fig jam and that his cute little soft, strawberry-like penis head she would ruthlessly pinch with her long nails till separated from the stem. I looked at her with depreciation and hoped to get a chance to ‘return the favor’, which I luckily got.

I think we all felt relieved when it was over. Linda, while showing an expression of mixed irony and satisfaction, let us digest the exercise and cool off a bit. Suddenly, Bob and Peter appeared, staring in disbelief, or rather shock, at the pile of bizarre, often rather amateurish anatomical studies scattered on the floor, and at us, sitting emotionally exhausted. They had no idea the game we played, but feared they soon were going to get involved in some unorthodox ones, and their poor genitals were going to play an important part inevitably…