Quercetin

I knew a guy named Billy back in college. He was the typical jock. He played football, had an attractive girlfriend, and he had a high sex drive.

Billy was boastful in the locker room, often professing to the males of his wild nights of sex he and his partner had. He confused—on multiple drunken rants—how he had sex with his girlfriend six, seven, even 10 times a day. And Billy even managed to tell the guys, “And you know what? You know what? I masturbate three or four times a night after we would have sex!”