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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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