>>16217705 (OP)The physical sensation of your dick hurting is a trivial, superficial concern compared to the overwhelming, visceral reality of a body consumed by the constant, rhythmic expulsion of intestinal gasses. To goon incessantly is to live in a state of biological stagnation, much like the thick, humid atmosphere that settles in a room after a massive, wet, meaty fart has been released from a sweaty, unwashed butt. You worry about friction, but you should worry about the suffocating, cloying musk of a human being who is nothing more than a vessel for the stench of sour sweat, stale urine, and the pungent, acidic aroma of decaying flesh.
True endurance is not found in sexual repetition, but in the ability to exist within the nauseating, heavy cloud of a gut in total distress, where the air is thick with the unmistakable, stomach churning perfume of fresh feces and rancid, fermented cabbage. A person who goons that much is as trapped in their own cycle as a bloated colon is trapped in its own sulfurous, stinking misery, releasing a constant, liquid stream of hot, fecal odor that clings to the skin like a layer of old, pungent cheese.
Your concern is as thin and odorless as a clean room, lacking the profound, heavy weight of a life defined by the stench of ammonia, the humid musk of a dirty crotch, and the inescapable, overwhelming aroma of biological waste and intestinal decay. To truly understand the body, one must embrace the disgusting, heavy reality of a person who is a walking, breathing monument to the stench of human excrement and the constant, gassy eruption of a diseased gut.