I vow to continue masturbating for the rest of my life.
Three nights ago or so, I was laying in bed jacking off my 6 inch cock (not bad for a 15-year-old I must say). My mum was in the adjacent room reading a romance novel and I was jacking off as quietly as possible so as not to alarm her. The idea of having her walk in and join me is exciting and can fuel my pleasure but at this point in time I needed to finish the job uninterrupted. The sheets are thrown back, my pillow is puffed up and my legs are spread. I'm butt naked and am stroking my 3-inch-wide meat. My balls are throbbing and waiting to let the love juices erupt. My hood begins to squilch from the pre-cum flowing so I turn onto my left side which ceases the sound. I squeeze my legs tight and my throbbing tool expands slightly but noticeably. The head gets a lovely purple vermilion colour. The veins continue to pulsate and I am on the verge of letting rip. The tighter I squeeze my thighs the more intense the pressure and level of intensity grows. I use the last ounce of my strength and give ten quick strokes and explode with a giant orgasm expecting a massive load of cum to shoot out and dowse my sheets. The orgasm subsides after two or three minutes and I switch my light on expecting a shit-load of cum. But in fact there is not one glob of it anywhere. Only a small patch of pre-cum has hit my sheets. I marvel at this and vouch to continue the perfection of my masturbation yet I still wish to branch out and discover it with a girl. Peace out.