In the garage

The latest is so unbelievable, I can't believe it took me this long to figure out how to do.

The point is to hang without control of getting down. That's what is so great about having someone else to pull the chair away; you don't control your own destiny. If you're done hanging, you must wait for that someone to put the chair back into position.

I figured out recently how to disconnect the garage door from the garage door opener mechanism. Tie the chair to the mechanism, push the remote control button, and the chair is dragged away, presto, destiny out of your hands.

The first time I tried this it worked perfectly. I tied the chair to the door opener arm, stood on the chair, then attached myself to the ceiling of the garage. I checked the digital clock as it moved to 3:15pm and punched the remote. Slowly, the slack in the rope tightened and the chair started to move from under my shoes. Seconds later, the chair was pulled away from me, and there I was, hanging from the ceiling with no way to get down, as the chair moved to the front of the garage, well out of my reach.

I hung for about two minutes, then started taking off my shoes and socks, while hanging. Then it was off with the shirt and shorts. And finally, I pulled my boxers off to hang naked. All while holding the remote control. It was 3:19.

And as quickly as I was naked, I mistakenly dropped the remote and watched it bounce on the floor just below me.

There was a sudden sense of panic in me. I looked at the remote and looked at the chair and started cursing myself. I couldn't believe my predicament. I'd only been hanging for about five minutes and knew I had some time to figure out a solution, but out of nowhere, my penis started getting hard. In less than a minute it was rock hard and I still had no way down. And I was getting a little scared. I'd really be screwed if I came and had no way down. 3:20pm.

I started looking around to find something to pull the remote over to me, but couldn't find anything. Then I felt that familiar tickle and I knew I had only another minute or two.

I spun myself around to find something to grab onto. Nothing. And I was only about thirty seconds away from cumming. I had to do something fast. The problem with cumming while hanging is as soon as it blows, you want to get down as fast as possible. 3:21pm.

Involuntarily, my breathing started to pick up pace and my penis started to throb. I looked down at it and saw pre-cum starting to ooze. I tried to concentrate on something else, but knew it was useless. I was breathing heavy and I could feel it the cum starting to boil. I couldn't help it, I was about to cum. I started to moan a little, then started to grown a lot and seconds later, the ropes of hot cum shot out of my erection with a fury I hadn't seen in months. It shot clear up to my face and hit me on both cheeks and on my forehead, then in my hair, before I could point the erection down to the ground. 3:22pm.

And I was still hanging and starting to really panic. I leaned forward to make myself a little bit more comfortable until I could figure out a way down, and realized if I lean forward enough, I might be able to reach the remote.

I moved the belt down to my hips and leaned down to the floor. The remote was just a few inches out of my reach. I could feel the minutes tick away as I began to swing a little to move closer to the remote.

The clock ticked to 3:25pm and I couldn't believe I'd been up here 10 minutes. The belt dug into my sides and I swung closer and closer to the remote and finally, I got it, and pushed the button.

The chair slowly moved my way and I waited for it to get close enough. It took 10 agonizingly slow seconds to get to me. I pulled it in, shifted my weight, and stood on the chair. I looked at the clock. 3:29. I'd hung for 14 minutes; almost half of those minutes were after cumming.