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CHAPTER 1
Hi. My name is Mike and I'm addicted to masturbation. There's not much about me that's important other than that, given that I don't really care about anything else in life other than stroking my cock. It started off slowly as I figured out, as a child, how good it felt to stroke my dick. The first time I found porn on my dad's computer was the moment I fell in love. As time passed by, I found myself thinking about cock all day, every day.
But I was so obsessed with cock that just jacking off wasn't enough. I wanted everything related to dick, which meant the toilet in my bathroom never saw a drop of piss. Everything that came out of my dick went directly to my mouth, and boy did I love drinking piss. My obsession led my grades to drop, because I couldn't bother studying. Watching gay porn was way more important than studying, which meant I would spend nearly all day with my hands on my cock.
My dad walked in on me a few times. The first time, he just pretended that he didn't see anything. "You sure like stroking that dick, huh", said he the second time. After the third, he decided I needed to get "the talk".
"Listen here, son." He said, "Masturbation feels very good, but there's a time for it, you know?"
"But why is right now not the time?" I asked.
"Your mother is as home. She could walk in on you, and you know woman don't understand a man's need."
"You do this too, dad?"
"Of course I do. Every man does, after some time."
"That is so cool! But... when do you jack off? When is the right time?"
"Well... when you're alone."
But deep down in my heart (and my cock), I knew the answer. The right time to jack off is all the time. Whenever as possible. But I never saw my dad's dick, and if there ever was a good moment for it, this was it.
"Hey dad, do you wanna see the porn I was watching?"
With a concerned look on his face, he said "Well son, your mom is home. She wouldn't take this nicely." But I couldn't give up. I could see his dick getting harder under his pants.
"But look at how hot it is!" And as I said that, I held up my notebook, showing him a scene where the male pornstar was licking a girl's asshole.
He closed the door before me.
Jackpot.
"I suppose your mother wouldn't come here without knocking. Besides, I came here to talk about sex anyways."
"It's pretty cool, isn't it?"
"Yeah son, you have a very good taste in porn" he said, stroking his dick over his pants.
"Have you ever licked a butthole, dad? What does it taste like?"
"I sure fucking have. It's one of the best tastes on earth, it really gets you addicted. It's a shame your mother doesn't let me lick her ass."
"Can I lick your ass, dad?"
"I don't know about that, son. We're both guys, and besides, that door isn't even locked."
While hearing that felt a bit... disappointing, there was a glimpse of hope. If mom wasn't home, would I have been successful? If that's the case, I just need to make a habit out of jacking off with dad.
As I pondered that, dad took off his pants.
"You're not wearing any underwear, dad"
"I'm a man. I don't need underwear, a dick should be free."
I loved this masculine side of my dad, and I wish I could see that more often. It's a shame he's never like this, I guess it must be the horniness making him loosen up.
I wish I was more patient. If I just keep jacking off, I could have gone up with my plan, but being the horny slut I am, I couldn't keep myself from him.
His cock was the most beautiful I had ever seen, and boy have I seen a lot of cocks in porn. It was so long... I wish I knew how long it was, but unlike most guys in erotica, I did not have a ruler in my hand. Unfortunately. But it was about as long as my forearm, and so goddamn thick. It looked like a fucking Pringles can, and boy was it a beautiful one.
So, knowing that it was a bad idea, I dived head in on his cock. I sucked it like it was the last one on earth, like I would die if not for his sweet, warm, man milk. And, to my surprise, he actually didn't seem to mind. He didn't call me a whore and asked if I wanted his dick the way I wanted him to, but I was ok with silence. At least silence was getting me dick.
I took every opportunity I had to shove his cock as deep as possible on my throat just so I had the chance to put my tongue on his balls. God, his balls. He had just come home from work and his balls were so sweaty, so salty, I don't think I ever tasted something better and I could not stop rubbing them on my face, getting all that ball sweat there.
He didn't hold on much longer. I suppose he was in a hurry, with mom being home and all that.
"Son, I'm going to cum!"
I didn't answer. There was no way in hell I was getting my mouth off that cock. He didn't seem like was enjoying the idea of cumming on my throat, but I wasn't gonna give him a choice. My mouth wasn't going anywhere.
"Oh, fuck!" He yelled as his warm cum entered my mouth.
He was so out of breath he could barely speak. He just sat there, in my chair, looking up at the ceiling as if he didn't want to look at me.
"Listen, son" he said in a – very – concerned voice. "You can't go out sucking a guy's dick like that. And you can't jack off all the time, you need some self control. There's more to life than cock."
Wrong. Cock is the most important thing in the world. I knew that, and he knew that, but the difference was I was brave enough to admit it.
"So from now on, you're only going to masturbate when you're alone, ok? Do we have a deal?"
I couldn't actually answer because I still had cum in my mouth. I still hadn't swallowed, I was savoring the taste, and the more I held it, the better it tasted. But I had to answer him, so I just nodded in a "I don't like this but ok, I guess" kind of way.
He brought his pants up and left the room. I was conflicted: part of me wanted to take a bath so that mom didn't notice the stench of ball sweat in my face, but the other part of me wanted to never take a bath again so that I could keep jacking off to the insane smell of my father's ballsack.
But you know me. I'm a slut. It wasn't a hard decision to make.