I was 8 years old when I discovered hardcore porn for the first time. Watched a man with a big fat thick dong drilling the tight pink pussy of a lady and making her scream. I was mesmerized and though I didn’t know what to do with my own cock, I achieved my first erection. I was hot. I was sweaty. I was addicted to the feeling. Flash forward two years and I was stripping down and getting naked and watching porn and grinding against my hand or a pillow like a champ. I was addicted to the hot sweaty addicted feeling I had. My body would turn red, my young muscles all over my body would spasm and the blood rushed right to the head of my young already thick cock. I’d gooner bate for hours and hours and hours on end with no end in sight until the feeling got so hot and so intense and so powerful that my young boy cock would actually start hurting and I’d have to stop. I was having dry orgasms like crazy. Constantly. Nonstop. Wherever I could. In the bathroom, in the living room when nobody was looking, at the dinner table when nobody was looking, at school.
The thrill of my new favorite hobby and somehow feeling like I’d get caught about my guilty newfound pleasure excited me. Then I turned 12 and started getting more extreme. I’d clip clothes pins to my nipples and the underside of my young balls because the rush from the pain turned into instant mind blowing pleasure. I watched lots of rough hot sweaty porn like the addict I was, I’d gooner bate my boy cock for hours, days even. Trying to deny myself a full blown orgasm. Then, one Saturday when my parents went out of town for a long weekend leaving me home alone, I was all alone in my bedroom all morning and afternoon in the dark (blackout curtains) and my laptop, TV, and desktop running nothing but hot sweaty powerful sex all around me, I pulled harder, faster, rubbed more intense than I ever did before, finally giving into my carnal lust and denial of my toe bending body convulsing mind shattering orgasm. All at once, all I could see was red, blinding light and I felt my entire body erupt like a volcano, my muscles melt away from my bones and my young boy body brought to my fucking knees. And for the first time, a long creamy shot of thick cum, long white ropes poured from my pee hole, flying halfway across my bedroom and hitting my carpet and the wall. With that, I basically passed out from absolute exhausted but when I came to, I decided to masturbate my cock again and again, I did it at least three more times over the course of another 12 hours before I finally passed out for real. When I woke up early Monday morning, I had enough time to clean up and hide all the evidence right before my parents came in the door and I went back to my usual quiet innocence. But every night and every weekend from my dark basement bedroom after everyone was asleep and nobody would know, I’d get back to work on being the addicted gooner Bator and porno addict I still am to this day.
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