Alright, I guess with a title like that, I’m killing the suspense a little bit. But, it’s accurate, so what’re you gonna do, right?
It all started on the day I faked being sick so as to not go to school. Well, really, it started way before that. Probably with my porn collection.
Like a lot of horny teen guys, I watch a lot of porn. And I jerk off to it. Well, ok, I watch a hell of a lot of it, and I jerk off probably way more than the average guy. Like, most people seem to talk in how many times a week, in my case it’s how many times a day. And three is kind of average, really. But I’m pretty sure I don’t have a problem. Sure I guess I don’t get outside that much, and I’ve skipped homework, and come in next day groggy after jerking til the sun comes up…but like I said, I can handle it, it works for me. Anyway, those were my habits before what happened.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. Again. I probably started watching porn after Dad left us. My mom was pretty broken up about it, and so she gave me the job of cleaning some of his boxes out of the study and garage. Well, there was a lot of crap there, old school texts and boring stacks of appliance manuals and whatever. But there were also some porn mags, and videotapes. I knew there was gonna be something bad on them, so I waited until no one was home (my older sister was living with us too at this point; she’s pretty hot, blonde with big tits, but she’s in college now, so this story really isn’t about her at all) and I slid it in the VCR. I don’t think I’ve gone a day without jerking off since then. Most of those tapes are still in a shoe-box at the back of my closet.