It's a Habit...Part I

Let me preface with a confession. I need to cum at least once a day. It's been like this since I started having erections so hard they hurt. I discovered masturbation entirely on my own when I was changing one afternoon for soccer practice. I was pulling down my jeans to put on my soccer shorts and my underwear slid off, rubbing the head of my endlessly throbbing cock as they did, and I trembled everywhere in that instant of intense contact. It didn't take me very long to realize that touching my sensitive, naked dick felt so good and I clumsily rubbed and pulled and tickled myself as I got closer and closer to a dizzy ecstasy, not sure what was happening - and then in a moment of lighteheaded euphoria, my breath short in my chest, my ass muscles clamped tight and my tendons screaming, I exploded for the first time, jet after jet of milky, wet cum. It was the start of something I can't stop. Throughout the years, I've run into trouble when I've been traveling with family, away at camp, sharing a beach house, just starting out with a new girlfriend, etc., because I have to make myself cum every day. I just have to. If I don't, my balls ache and my cock swells up in my pants - and that's without being turned on or seeing anything arousing. I've had to pull over while driving, step into alleyways, use restaurant bathrooms, duck out of classes and business meetings ... and days when I go without, I just start to get out of control - writhing, wiggling, doing anything I can to get off. I have a couple of female friends who know my secret. I started masturbating with Molly in high school when we were talking on the phone at night. Molly was dating one of my friends from the soccer team, Roger, but she and had a friendly rapport and she was always talking about friends of hers she wanted to set up with me (I was usually single). Molly admitted in college that she knew what I was doing but when it first started, it seemed innocent enough and I thought I was really concealing it. She was telling me about Mandy, a girl she knew from church who was a year younger, and she said, "She's sort of immature but she's got a great ass." Those words were all it took - on my end of the phone, I gasped as I was unbuttoning my fly. "Really?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," Molly said, breathily. "Why, does that turn you on?" I was furiously stroking my cock - I'd never talked with a girl about what turned me on before and she was definitely enjoying it. I tried to keep my breath steady as I said, "Yeah, I like good legs and asses." "Oh, you'd like Mandy's ass," Molly teased. "You'd like it a lot naked. Naked and firm." All I could do was mumble, "That would be nice..." as I was cumming all over myself, trying to avoid grunting into the phone. It became a ritual. Molly would call and talk to me about girls she knew and drive me to masturbate. I needed it, and I think she enjoyed it. Maybe once, twice even three times a week, she'd whisper about her friends, always prompting me, making me talk when I had no oxygen in my lungs. In college, after she broke up with Roger over the Christmas break, she called my dorm room from hers (she and I both went to the large state university near our hometown). "I want to tell you about what I just saw," she said. My roommate was there. "Um, now is not a good time." Just hearing Molly's voice got me instantly hard. I was precumming myself, imagining stroking. Having to masturbate in the shower, in the woods behind the athletic field, in the academic buildings - it was out of hand already - I didn't need this. "Why don't you come over and I'll tell you about it?" she asked. I got there within five minutes and she opened the door wearing a pair of cut-off jeans shorts and a loose, cropped t-shirt. "You want to hear a story?" she asked. "I don't know," I said. "I think I might have a bad reaction." "I know what your reaction is," she said. "I want to see it for myself." "You know?" GOD, I was embarassed and aroused. I wanted her to know how much she turned me on, but I had really thought I'd kept it better concealed. "Oh, I think I do," she said. "I like it when I talk sexy to you and you mas-tur-bate." She pronounced every syllable. My knees started to buckle and my cock just throbbed. "Oh, my god," I said. "Does it turn you on when I talk sexy?" she asked. "Y-yes." I needed to stroke so bad. I was twitching and shivering. "You like hearing me describe my friends, don't you?" she said. "Yes!" "Well, I'm going to tell you a story and I want you to..." "To what?" I asked. "...to do what cums naturally," she said. Molly's roommate Jen was a tall blonde girl from Virginia who played lacrosse. She was pretty toned, but a bit bigger than typically attractive. Still, there was something about how her body filled out her clothes - so muscular and shapely - that it really got to me. Molly, too. "I saw her naked," Molly said. "She got out of the shower and I saw her nip-ples." "Stop!" I said. I started unbuttoning my fly. My poor cock was so swollen it was sticking out of my boxer waistband. Molly smiled. "I saw her ass and her tits. Her big, firm ass. Do you like that?" she asked. "Oh, my god, I do." I said. I wriggled out of my jeans and lay back against Molly's bed next to her with my hand in my boxers. "Do you mind if I do this?" I asked. She giggled. "Dan, I have wanted to see this for years." I pulled my boxers down to my thighs and I grasped my balls with one hand and the base of my shaft with the other. My cock was glazed with my precome and little filaments of it were sticking to my stomach. "I saw Jen bend over...that big ass bending over, Dan," she said. "I bet you would like to see that." "Yah..." "I could see her pert little lips between her legs when she bent over - she was putting on sweatpants to go for a run without any underwear on..." "Oh, god." I was now stroking, trying to hold out. "She put on a jog bra and a t-shirt, but no underwear over that big round ass, that firm ass..." "Tell me more, I said...tell me..." Molly, I realized, was lying next to me in bed now, pinching her nipples through her t-shirt. She is about 5'4, sort of petite, and then she was pretty skinny (not so much now) ... I looked over at her... "You like doing this to me?" I asked. "I love doing this to you...and I love talking about women's bodies," she said. "I think I'm going to cum," I told her. Her voice broke a little. "I love it when your breathing changes. I love knowing that you need it so bad." Her hands were in her jeans shorts. Molly - Roger's girlfriend, or ex, I tried to remember - was about to send me over the edge, for the first time in person. "You would have loved to see Jen's nip-ples, Dan. You would have loved her pussy lips. She shaves it, that narrow little line of hair, those lips." I started shaking crazily, feeling the juices well up within me. "Molly I'm going to..." "Dan, I want to touch her body so bad," she admitted. THAT was a surprise (and another story entirely - Molly wanted to turn me on but that wasn't her only interest) "... I want to grab her ass for you." That did it. I started shooting everywhere, panting and groaning. I felt the tingle in my sac and my balls tightening as I spurted into my shirt, all over the sheets, onto Molly's stomach and shorts... Molly got to her own orgasm, rubbing in circles over and over as she humped up and archedc her back. Oh, my god it was hot. I felt myself completely emptying and still pulsing with orgasm. It was that hot. She wiped up some of my cum with her finger and sucked it into her mouth. "This is fun," she giggled. She scooped up more cum and held it out in front of my mouth. I didn't want to taste it initially - I was so spent and so euphoric (and my ears were ringing) - but I did ... I sucked her finger into my mouth and then I did it again and again until I had swallowed most of my load. We kissed and she sent me back to my dorm with cum on my shirt and jeans. Molly still has powers over me that would amaze you ... I will tell you more about her (and about Christa) in the next story ... but I need to cum so bad now, after typing this. I hope you all enjoy imagining me stroking it. God, I need it. I think I'll taste it again.