***Graphic, 18+***

 

Since I was 15, I’ve had a sex addiction. To be kind, perhaps it hasn’t been an addiction, but it’s been a coping mechanism and form of pleasure for me. Ha, I guess those are major components of addiction. I used to masturbate around a dozen times per day back then. Internet porn was just becoming available to me, and I had a massive porn stash. I spent hours in my room, alone, watching people fuck and women flaunt their bodies. Tits were my thing, sometimes I’d just spend hours searching the web for “huge tits” and jerk off whenever I found a pair that turned me on. I was mesmerized by the female form and couldn’t think of a more perfect creation.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Even at 32, I’m constantly touching myself, and quite often unknowingly. For example, if I’m watching tv, my hands are down my pants, gripping my dick. This, unsurprisingly, arouses me and then I need to jerk off. So, imagine just how often I’m doing that.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s not really much to share about myself when it comes to accomplishments though, I do have a B.S. in Information Technology. That’s my line of work – I’m a boring IT guy who spends way too much time on computers. I’ve never been married, have zero kids, and am currently single. I live in an absolute dump, but there’s an explanation for this. From my grandfather, I inherited a generous piece of land which included a shack of a house. It’s set far off the street, buried deep within old, towering trees. It’s incredibly quiet and serene. I hear owls hooting during the night and the leaves rustling with the wind. Once all the legalities of it were complete, I decided to move out of my outrageously expensive and small apartment to live there. With the land came a hefty inheritance, so, I also quit my IT job to focus on other things for a while. My plan was to tear down the shack, clean up the property and build a new home. I didn’t want anything extravagant, of course, but a new house suitable for a man like myself – single and needing an obscene amount of privacy, it would certainly do.

 

 

 

 

I haven’t started renovations just yet, I’m compiling information about logistics and what I’ll need. So, for now, it’s in complete squalor, but at the very least, I had somebody come out and connect me to the internet. Lord knows I need my porn.

 

One of the very first questions I tend to be asked is why I’ve never been married. I’ve been told by many that I’m a good-looking man. I mean, I’m tall, big, strong, and very masculine looking. I suppose one could say I have attributes of the ideal, “sexy man”. And to that, I can nod my head in agreement, however, there are quirks about me that others generally don’t know. As I’ve previously explained, there’s the sex addition thing. Basically, all the women I’ve dated couldn’t match or refused to submit to my overwhelming need for sex. So, there’s been no serious monogamy for this guy.

 

 

 

 

There’s another thing I haven’t mentioned. My theory is that women often can’t physically handle sex with me. Period. I have a monstrous cock, as in, it’s fucking huge. My cock can outshine any pornstar out there, believe me, I’ve probably seen it all. Even with my own large hands, I can’t fully grip it at its thickest girth. I quite literally have injured women with it, though that’s never been my intention. I, like anybody else, want love and sex, but with this heavy beast between my legs I scare women away.

 

Here’s another theory. I’ve often wondered if my libido is through the roof because it’s so big. I mean, it’s always just….there. It’s visible through my pants, at least, there’s a huge bulge. When I sit, it forms a big mound in my lap. I’m constantly adjusting myself and sometimes just the simple gesture of my hand moving my dick gets it all excited. It brushes up against things because its, well, out there. I’m hyper aware of it being noticeable, too, when just out in public. I constantly feel it brush against my thighs because I usually wear boxers. Other types of more supportive underwear tend to fit too tightly, especially because I get so many erections throughout the day.

 

 

 

 

I don’t know, maybe those are just side notes, not reasons. To put it plainly, my sex drive is out of this world and because I have a massive dick, there’s little I can do about it when it comes to women. Therefore, I’m left sexually frustrated, angry, anxious, and uncomfortable. I’ll just say it, I’ve been unfulfilled by never having a long-term partner and honestly, it’s quite depressing. I do, though, have hope that I’ll find a woman who is the perfect fit. Ha! See what I did there?

 

Here’s another fun fact. I’ve never been able to insert my entire cock into a woman. When watching porn, I’m envious of the guys who can plunge all the way into a pussy. It’s so fucking erotic how close and intense that looks. And God, watching women ride a cock, sit all the way down and grind on the guy is, for me, the stuff dreams are made of. I want to feel her warm, tight pussy grind against me as I fill her up. For huge-dick guys like me, if there are any others, this is only a fantasy.

 

I don’t know if I’ll ever find what I’m looking for, but I’m becoming achingly desperate. Desperate people can commit horrendous acts, so lately I’ve been jerking off even more often as a means of taming myself. I, at the very least, get some temporary relief from my worries after I cum. But the urges are becoming too frequent and are becoming increasingly powerful. The possibilities as to solving this are taking me to some dark and unexplored places…