The secret is this: you have to make your mind associate sex with intense physical trauma. The method that i used was simple. I journeyed to the jungles of asia. I went amongst tribes that had no running water, no electricity, no nothing. Their lineage had gone back hundreds of years, just living in the goddamn woods and shyt. They ain't have no Honda Civics, they ain't have no storage buildings, they ain't have shyt. Only reason they didn't kill ya boy was because i had that Gameboy Color on me and they thought I was a wizard. You can imagine how fugly the women of such places would be and i am here to tell you that you have to multiply what you imagined by like 10 or some shyt. Brehs, when i got in one of them huts and one of them ragged women pulled her shawl off and i seen that kandahar-headed thing, i wept. I ain't ashamed to say the shyt. But there is a point after gettin it in with such beasts when the stress like melds with you and your body refuses to climax, like a climax would be existential terror to your central nervous system. Now i can go like three hours each time before i wear my body down through sheer willpower and force it to finish.