I should probably confess now that previous bravado about how many times I can do it in a day were grossly exaggerated. I apologise now if any of you were trying to manage 10 because I set that out as some kind of benchmark. Sorry chaps.

Something to look forward to : As you pass a certain age occasionally you get a massive pain in the head for a few moments akin to a cold ice lolly headache after the hand reminisces about old conquests from time to time.

I should probably confess now that previous bravado about how many times I can do it in a day were grossly exaggerated. I apologise now if any of you were trying to manage 10 because I set that out as some kind of benchmark. Sorry chaps.

I genuinely managed 10 as a teenager on one occasion. By the end it seemed like there was spunk on virtually everything in my bedroom, although admittedly it would only have been my hands, legs, belly, discarded clothes and my mum's Cosmo magazine which had a special pull-out about sun tans. And it was also true that by the end what was coming out looked like a small amount of shaving foam, it was just a frothy white substance. But the lie was that I can still do that. I've never even tried that and my limit would definitely be three these days.

Well anyway, you have been reading my brief m*sturbation autobiography. Also available on Kindle.

Edited by Part Time James (13 Jan 2017 11.35am)