There is a myriad of things to learn about milking ourselves.
After two or so days of non-milking myself, it was a two day wonder of beating my meat at the beach. Milking, beating, tasting and over flowing down my cock and fondling my milk up and down my cock-shaft. It was so lovely, I sigh about it now, as I did then. New hand strokes, new positions of my body and cock. Will this delight which is my cock ever give me more? it does, more and more, day by day.
My new thing is to beat so fast, and my hand sprints ahead so fast, that my slapping mansack is going up when my fist is going down, and my tight fist is going down whem my sack is slapping up. Beating a drum was never this much fun, or this fast. The slight pain is lovely. Its as though my balls are saying 'let me play also' and they do.
Oh well, its time to work in the yard and dream about the next time we can play at the beach. First though, a nice milking session.