When I was 12 years old

I always wanted to fly, but am unsure if that's the reason I began to hang. Not really sure of why I started, but I knew that I wanted to fly.

It began when I was 12 years old. As 12 year olds normally do, I was alone in my room upstairs and discovering things about myself in my underwear.

I found a magazine, a National Geographic or something. No pictures of African women without clothes, but rather a picture of an astronaut hooked to a cable and 'floating' in the air on some kind of training down in Houston.

I remember looking around the room and finding a hook on the wall and figured I wanted to try that to see what it was like.

I grabbed one of my belts from the closet, wrapped it around my waist, brought over a chair to climb on, attached the belt to the hook, and slowly stepped off the chair.

It was magical. There I was floating in the air... well not exactly floating. My butt and legs were up flat against the wall, but it was close enough.

I remember it being a singular moment for me. I'd found something that I could do in my room that wasn't dangerous, wasn't immoral, and wasn't something my parents could find out easily.

I was still in my underwear and while hanging there, dreamed of being in space. I remember it being so unbelievable that first time of discovery.

I also remember what happened next as I was hanging there.

I had a rise to my fries.

I was hanging there about two or three minutes and in that short amount of time, I got an erection so hard, I couldn't believe it.

I remember reaching down into my underwear to touch it and suddenly, it burst out with gobs of semen which shot all over my hand, all over my underwear, and covered my penis and balls.

I quickly reached for the chair and unattached myself from the hook on the wall, then sat down on the chair.

It was an unbelievable feeling. And looking back on it, has to have been the first time I came. Has to be the first time I came.

I looked down at my hand. It was still dripping with the stuff. I wiped it on my underwear and took another minute to think.

I wanted to do it again, as quickly as possible. It had only been about fifteen minutes, but I wanted to do it again, now.

I took a deep breath, climbed back on to the chair and reattached myself to the hook, then moved the chair away and hung there again.

This time, though, was a little different. I still got a rise to my fries, but that feeling of cumming didn't happen. So I hung there for a little while longer. And a little while longer. I kept an eye on the clock. Nine minutes I'd been hanging.

Then I remembered what got it to cum was my hand down my underwear. I quickly reached down to hold my erection and I could feel it begin again. I could feel it build up. I could feel it getting there and then suddenly, it erupted again, shooting more cum all over myself. I withdrew my hand and reached for the chair to let myself down.

It was unbelievable. I just couldn't believe what had just happened. I didn't understand what happened, heck, I was just 12, but it felt so good, I just had to have more.

I hardly left my room that entire summer. Every opportunity I had to hang from my shelf I would take it.

I remember I would hang in the morning before school, come home for lunch and hang at lunch, then come home after school and hang. Then hang after dinner, then once before bed.

I used to keep a diary of how minutes I was hanging. In that first year, I'd hung an average of three times a day, for about five minutes each time, almost every day. I worked that out to about 90 minutes a week.

I was out of control. The cum was unbelievable and I remember thinking that if this was what growing up was all about, I was going to like growing up.

There was a time hanging on that wall that I remember not being able to reach the chair and going into a deep panic.

I was hanging with my butt against the wall, so I tried to manuever myself to get to the chair so I could get down and turned to my right, lifting my butt off the wall, and putting my right hip against the wall.

The feeling was totally unbelievable. I couldn't believe it.

From then on, I only hung sideways.

I remember days and days and weeks and weeks of running upstairs, taking off all my clothes, wrapping the belt around my waist, and stepping off the chair. Slowly moving my hand down to my erection and pointing it down until it came.