Hanging sideways to something better

I was 14 years old and liked hanging. I'd been doing it for a little over two years and didn't see anything wrong with it. I wasn't hurting anyone, wasn't getting into any trouble, and man, did it feel good. The sideways hang was good. I hung under my bookshelf for months. Pushing away the chair, hanging for five or six minutes, cumming in the palm of my hand, sometimes eating the semen, the hanging was good. I didn't learn the art of masturbation until I was almost 16.

But I'd been looking for something else, something that would set me free of hanging under the bookshelf or between my closet doors. What I found was the light fixture in the middle of my room. I found that if I could screw a large hook into the wood surrounding the light in the ceiling, I could hang from that screw. I practically ran to my father's shed to find a large screw/hook. I stood on my bed, hooked the belt around my waist, then attached it to the hook in the ceiling, and stepped off the bed. It was unbelievable. I never hung under the bookshelf or between the closet doors again.

I even moved my bed to be sure I had room to hang without the bed being in the way. The weekend I figured that out, I must have hung ten times each day, Saturday and Sunday. I added it up and in just those two days, I'd been hanging for more than three hours. Three hours! The first time was five minutes, then six minutes, then seven minutes, then eight, nine, ten, 11, 12, 13, and 14 minutes. By the end of the night, I'd hang for 14-15 minutes before I could get it to cum. And then it was only shooting blanks.