My story may seemed odd, but doing the world's most favorite sport, doing something interesting for grins and giggles just had to be done. Give it a try and come up with one of your own.
The teenage male. Endless hardons begging to taken care of. I, like most teenage boys usually have sex on the mind but with limited options to take care of the ever present urge, had one - masturbation. All throughout my teenage years my mom worked nights at her job which gave me some nights to masturbate without any worry of being interupted!
I masturbated many different ways. One finger (thumb not included), two fingers, three fingers, the whole hand, with lube and without lube. Endless masturbation, then I got an idea. Teenage boys seemed to shoot like gallons of cum, but really, how much? So, the next night of masturbation, I shot my load into a cup and measured the results and found I shot almost tablespoon of semen. Hmm, it seemed like it would be more but it did not matter, it is the fun of doing it. Then I had another idea, how long would it take to fill up a bottle?
So, I found a jar with a lid and since it was winter I could keep my jar cool until I filled it without it being discovered (putting it in the fridge would not be a good idea). So night after night (and some days too), I masturbated into the jar until I filled it - a tough but enjoyable job). It took me a month and a half of squirting semen into that jar, and when done I had a jar that had a separation of clear and milky fluid. I looked at my accomplishment and then poured the contents into toilet and threw the jar away and went back to masturbating.