...The number is eleven.

I was on vacation time from the school... 15 years old and nothing to do for three weeks? Well, there was a lot of masturbation to do as a matter of fact.

I woke up early on the last week of the mid term break, it was a Friday, and as usual I slept with just my T shirt and my trousers. It was around 7am and evidently I had some morning wood to take care of, happy to at that moment. Enjoying every single minute of it as a matter of fact, and then off to some breakfast. After having breakfast and before my morning shower I got a little bit horny as well, the erection was back and with it some speed on my right hand so I could enjoy. After my shower I realized I had already masturbated twice in the same morning, not that uncommon for me to do it 5 times in one day, but within the same hour I had done it twice already? I could be on to something here, and so my idea, setting up an unbreakable record, at least for me that is.

Between my shower and lunch time at noon, three more times to set the score at 5, and before noon that was. My mom called me to go to the dinning table and have lunch with her. We had a good time eating: that food that cannot be compared to any other just because it was prepared by mom: not even the finest 5 star restaurant could compare, at least to me.

I took a little nap, and because I don't usually take naps I felt odd. I woke up around two o'clock and the only thing I could think of was how much time I had wasted sleeping instead of masturbating a few more times for the masturbation marathon. I closed my bedroom door, which at the time was something that I did quite often and my mother did not see anything wrong with: little did I know she was aware of what I was up to, just kept it to herself.

I masturbated three more times in the next two hours and felt the need to get out of my room. I felt the smell of my room, the heat and the fact that my underwear could not take any more cum. The score was at 8, already a career high, but the idea I had in the morning was to set a record, an unforgettable day full of masturbation that would be hard to repeat.

Speaking of hard, it was time to get back to my room after a 30 minute break, and a change of underwear to deal with a hard situation I had beneath my trousers. It was almost time for dinner and I scored two more for the record, and, noticing that even though I was still having strong and good orgasms, there was not a huge amount of cum that I was cleaning but my erection was still very hard after the 10th masturbation of the day.

I got out of my room for dinner time with my mom, brother and dad, and got ready to get some sleep afterwards. I got ready, said good night to my parents and brother and closed my bedroom door once again but to sleep this time.

In my head was the fact that I masturbated ten times, while I was taking my clothes off, to get in bed and be wearing only shirt and trousers. Getting naked. Thinking of masturbation. Thinking of my hard penis. My trousers already showing a bulge. My shirt goes off and lands on the floor. Wearing only trousers and already a full erection. Record. Masturbation. Naked women. Cum. My hand on my penis. Trousers around my ankles. Moving slowly. Moving faster. Delicious masturbation. Faster. Naked women. Faster. How hard my penis was. Faster. ORGASM. A small moan came out of my mouth and heaven was within reach at that beautiful moment, enjoying a few seconds of pleasure.The eleventh time was completed. The record was set, and would be tough to beat.

I was elevated, still feeling a bit of that last orgasm, almost naked, trousers around my ankles and no more clothes on, the covers were almost on my ankles as well. They say an orgasm lasts only for a few seconds but this one I felt was going on for hours and I was enjoying a lot. A knock on the door... for another story, maybe...?