Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2020 17:43:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: apolmaz94@yahoo.com
Subject: DISCOVERING MY FAVOURITE HOBBY PART 2

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DISCOVERING MY FAVOURITE HOBBY

PART 2 – AGAIN, PLEASE

The Saturday continued with me feeling guilty all the day about what I
did. On Sunday morning I went to the church with my parents and I went
directly to the confessional to ask for god's forgiveness. After the mass
we returned to our daily home.

Oscar Wilde said that when you masturbate you feel like everybody knows it,
and that happened to me.

On Monday one particular teacher told us about masturbation and how bad it
was. On Wednesday we had to attend mass (it was a catholic school) and the
priest started talking about sex and how it was supposed to happen only
between a man and a woman after they are married.

I was feeling extra-guilty and decided not to masturbate again. That
materialized on a bunch of inconvenient stiffness of my boyhood. I tried to
hide it every time and avoid touching it because it was `bad'. It was
really hard.

On PE we had to change our clothes. My school was only male (there was
another school for girls) so we changed our clothes inside the classroom. I
watched my class mates as we were changing our clothes and I felt that warm
sensation inside of me again followed by a hardening of my balls (that was
new) and a hardening of my prick.

We weren't allowed to change our underwear in public, we had to go to the
showers to do it, so I just went to the showers and put on my gym
clothes. I was thinking all the time: you can't get hard for your friends,
that's gay. Finally my dick went soft again and I could attend the PE class
normally.

The week ended and I survived without touching myself. On Friday night we
went to our second home. When we entered I had that warm sensation again,
maybe my cock recognized the house where I stroked it.

I woke up on Saturday morning. The house was empty so I looked what time it
was and it was 11 am. I went to the kitchen and saw a note written by my
mother. It said that my father went to a party with my uncle and she had
gone to do some groceries.

I was alone... immediately there was a tent in my pants. I thought: maybe I
can rub it a bit and stop before it explodes, it cannot count as jerking
of.

I took off my pajamas and contemplated my naked body. My dick was fully
hard defying gravity, it almost looked like it wanted to escape my
body. The head was half-covered with my foreskin and there was a clear
viscous liquid oozing from my peehole.

I took a drip of it with my finger and contemplated it. It couldn't be cum,
I hadn't have the sensations I had the last weekend.

I Just slid my finger with the drop of precum between my foreskin and the
head making a slow circular movement around it. It was a strong sensation
but it wasn't as touching the head directly. I stopped because the
sensation was strong and I thought I could shoot my cream quickly if I
continued doing that.

I laid on my bed and started to do the classic up and down movements that
every guy knows perfectly. I was out of this world, feeling every stroke
and noticing that there were more drops of precum coming slowly from the
little slit of my hard meat.

I tried to speed up and then slow down, it made it feel even
better. Suddenly I had that feeling starting around my asshole and going
through the whole length of my shaft. I recognized it as the feeling I had
before shooting my man milk (or the clear stuff I had on my first time) so
I just stopped.

After a few seconds the sensation disappeared, so I thought that I could
continue. I grabbed firmly my dick again and continued giving myself some
pleasure.

I was oozing more precum and my movements started to make a noise. It was
like when you jump into a puddle, but with a much higher speed.

It didn't took much time to the electric sensation of an imminent cumshot
to return. So I stopped again, this time it took me more willpower to
stop. I was heavy breathing and my pole was rockhard, I have never seen or
felt it so hard, I thought I could break a brick with it.

A few seconds later that sensation was gone again so I started that up and
down motion again. It was feeling better than the first time, but it wasn't
as great as the ejaculation.

After a few minutes of stroking I wad that sensation inside of my dick
again going from the base to the head. This time the sensation was stronger
than before and I couldn't stop myself.

My muscles tensed, my breath stopped and all I could say was a few noises
with my mouth closed. Mi right hand was busy at the time so I put my left
in front of my dick and collected all the manjuice I shot on it.

After a few instants of recovering my breath and enjoying the relaxed way I
felt after the strong orgasm I looked at the liquid on my hand.

I was very surprised, it was a bigger load than the one I have shot before
and this time it was white as a pearl. I smelled it and I felt attracted by
it's scent.

Suddenly I heard the front door opening and I panicked. I was laying in
bed, naked, with a boner between my legs and my cum on one hand. I tried to
find a place where I could clean it without leaving my room, so the toilet
paper and the sink were discarded. I couldn't find anything that my mother
wasn't going to wash so there was only one option.

I opened my mouth and drank all of it. It was salty and sweet at the same
time. I kept it on my mouth for a few seconds and enjoyed it's taste.

My mom knocked at my door and asked me if I was awake. I told him that I
was getting dressed. She asked me if I had breakfast and I told him yes
(and what a tasteful breakfast).

I got dressed and opened the door.

I had a lot of questions in mind, but one thing was clear, I was going to
do it again.

END OF PART 2


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