The Addiction Part1
#1 of Addiction
You must be 18 or your invidual state/countries legal age to read this adult work. The below is a recount of How Thyst became the sexual addict he is today! Enjoy part one!
Hi. My name's Thyst. I'm a black dragon, just a little over 21 years old. I come to you with a little story... the story of how I became addicted to orgasm.
Now, you might ask yourself, addicted to orgasm? Let me tell you how it started, Set the way back machine for 1993 and sit back...
I was washing one day in our old house. I had this really silly belief I had to run from my bedroom to my bathroom stark naked. There I was, head peaking out my door, watching for sign of my parents. I made a quick dash into the bathroom, my clothes under my arm. I looked in the mirror, loving my look. A little hatchie fat still but rather handsome, or so I thought. I looked down at my penis, half out and limp. I had had that dream again the night before... furs all turning into both boys and girls... all the same dual gender. It always excited me when I had that dream but I didn't like it when my shaft got hard. I'd been having this dream for years, literally since I was 8.
I knew I wasn't supposed to touch myself but I did anyway. I'd found that it felt too good for me to really listen to my mother about it. I had finished reliving myself when I shook myself off... the shower was running, I would turn it on first when I get in because the water took forever to get hot. I found... if I slapped my shaft up against my skin it felt... really good. So I started doing an odd little motion. I'd lay my hand flat against my base then press up, using the loose skin of my sheath to rub under my tip as the rest of it slapped against my crotch, it felt so good!
I had no idea what I was doing. I just knew it felt better when I moved faster, so faster I went. I could feel something building. Oh God it felt so good! I stroked faster and faster, slapping my little dick against my belly over and over again. Then it hit. This... wonderful explosion. It went all over me, making my knees weak. I had to sit on the toilet for a few minutes afterwards as the now scalding water steamed up the air. My first ever orgasm.
I didn't know what to call it, so I assigned my own names. My penis getting hard was plumping, because it looked like when you cooked a hotdog. Getting off was... well, just rubbing. I was hooked from the word "oh!"
Fast forward a year, I'd been doing my little ritual of masturbating before a shower every time I took one. Every two days I'd have the most pleasurable experience I'd ever had the opportunity to pull my body through.
At school I'd take frequent trips to the bathroom. My school was a private one, very small, but we were in an old public middle school. The bathrooms were down at the other end of the building and huge... I'd sneak down there and 'slap' myself until I came. It was there that I learned that I could wrap my hand around my shaft and stroke... it felt so much better than slapping did!
That night I laid in bed, staring up at my ceiling. No one was around and I was feeling hard again. I let myself 'plump' before pulling my pants down a little and I looked at my penis under the covers. I pulled them back a bit and began to stroke. I moved slowly at first, exploring now that I'd found a new way to get off. I felt this muscle... I pulled it and I watched my tip flare wider. It made it feel even better! I stroked for at least a half hour, loving every minute of it, whimpering as I felt the most intense orgasm yet build in my loins. I felt something wet on my hand and looked down. There was nothing there and the wetness was gone. I was starting to make pre-seminal fluid, more commonly called precum. I came very hard that night, so hard I fell asleep with my pants down. It was like a rush of heat that just took me away and I had not a care in the world.
When I woke up the next morning, I was still with my pants down. I was so embarrassed. I covered up right away and waited for my parents to come wake me as they usually did.
This new way of making myself feel good lasted about a year... until the fateful day I had my first wet dream...
To be continued!