I’ve always found that killing time during the summer really opens up the imagination. This is especially true since I live with my parents. I don’t start college for another two months, and I don’t have a job or a boyfriend. I don’t mind too much though. It leaves me with plenty of time to masturbate. I love masturbating, and I can sometimes do it six times a day. My average is only three times a day. Jerking off that much can get really old, so I’ve attempted to introduce new elements into my practices.

I use the “stranger hand” every once in a while to get the sensation that someone else is giving me a hand job. I cum a lot whenever I do this, but it still feels too tame. I want something that feels dangerous and pushes the limits of sexuality. I’ve thought about masturbating in parks, libraries, grocery stores, and movie theaters, but I can never work up that much nerve. It is much easier to do something dangerous when you’re alone.

I prepare to try out this new method that I read about online by getting all of my dirty magazines spread out across the floor. My eye catches one particularly hot guy on the glossy page. He has large muscles, red hair, and a monster cock. Just thinking about his dick inside of me gets me hard. I lock the door to my bedroom, walk over to my bureau, and pull out a necktie that I only use for church and special occasions like weddings. I strip off all of my clothes and begin to jerk my seven-inch cock while standing, getting it nice and hard for my dangerous experiment. The veins curl up my shaft like ivy on a post and bulge with each rush of blood. I rub my skinny chest and pinch my nipples, scratching the skin every so often to feel a little bit of pain.

I then sit down on the carpeted floor across from a mirror and stare at the magazines in front of me. The pages are filled with countless images of guys fucking guys. A large dick on one page looks small when compared to the dick on the next page. I start massaging my balls to build up the tension in my pipes.

I add some mineral oil to my throbbing shaft and wrap the tie around my neck. I make sure that the knot is tight and that there is no loose fabric. I turn around and attach the tie to the doorknob, figuring that if I pass out or something I won’t die because my collapsing weight will tear off the doorknob. I wrap the tie around the knob so there is not much slack. I pull hard on my shaft as I let my body slowly slide down. The muscles in my neck begin to tighten. The air getting to my head begins to diminish. I’m pounding furiously on my dick and a little bit of pre-cum begins to seep out.

My heart beats wildly as I become more and more light-headed. “I’m cheating death,” I think to myself, “I have complete control over my life right now.” I stare at myself and my twitching cock in the mirror.