Hanging in the closet

I remember hanging in the closet when I was 13 years old. There were a set of hooks, the kind that has two hooks, one on top that's bigger, and one on the bottom that's smaller. There were two rows of these hooks in the closet, one screwed into the wall at about four feet and another at three feet.

I remember standing naked on a chair with a belt wrapped around my waist, hooking the belt to the top hook four feet up on the wall, and positioning my hole so the hook on the lower set of hooks would go in my hole.

I'd be attached to the wall by two points: by the belt around my waist and the hook up my hole.

I remember stepping off the chair real slowly, pulling the chair away, and hanging there from the hooks. My feet were about a foot off the ground.

I remember it being so incredible. My stomach muscles would get tired and I would have to bend over.

And a few minutes, no more than five or six minutes into the hang, I'd feel it coming, and then it would shoot all over my stomach, my chest, and because I was upside down, it would shoot all over my face and in my hair.