Hello.
I want to make this short. I don't have much time. My father will be gome anytime. Sorry if this is blunt.
I'm 15 years old, turning 16 in June, and I'm a white, male american. That's all you need to know of me personally.
*deep breath...* I touch, I'm addicted to gay porn/hentai/yiff, more so the yiff than anything. I am not sure if any of you know what that is, but I will not go into detail. I've had this problem for more than 2 years, and I don't know when I'll stop.
My story:
When I was young, I was curious and innocent boy. I had been curious about male and female stuff. For some reason, I was more into myself, and then into trying to find out how other boys were like.
I was maybe 9 or 10 when I had my cousin over. He and I played video games together, and he was trouble-making kid. He always was fidgety and wanted to go outside and ride bikes and tear things up. Well, we were in the house and my parents were off doing something. We had gone under the cover in my room and looked at eachother's privates. We touched one another and played with eachother, as if we were playing with action figures or dolls. Kind of weird? You bet. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I didn't think too much of it or thought it was that bad.
Later, we went to the bathroom at the same time a coulple times, messed around more, and then we forgot my bathroom door's lock was broken. My father came in on us. The first thing I did was run crying from the bathroom into my room and laid there. I was always afraid of getting in trouble, because I told my parents EVERYTHING all the time.
My dad did not punish me. My dad merely forgave me and told me that he was proud he told me about it then to hide it. But the thing is, he found out first. I didn't tell him directly... I admited it.
Anyways, ever since then I haven't seen my cousin. Well, actually I talked to him on the phone once, and I asked him about coming over. I told him not to do that ''thing'' we did with me. He said "What thing?" and I kept trying to elaborate without really saying it. He still played like he was dumb...
The years after, I've always been interested in other guys' parts. I didn't know about homosexuallity at all. I just thought it was cool to look at it, I guess. I'm not entirely sure and I don't want to lie about anything or misconcieve what I may have been thinking at the time.
Sumo Wrestlers stuff was something I felt I NEEDED to see. Thankfully I didn't. I just imagined it in my head when I went to watch a channel that had it on.
Big guys, older guys, the one's that are fatter than a train; I looked at them all and wondered about this: since they're big, they're stuff must be big, right?
Well, pft. I was wrong.
A year or two later I discovered masturbation. I interperted it as oral on your ownself. I found out it's actually pleasing yourself without need of a partner. I played with myself at night all the time, and one time I tested my limits. I tightened myself up, and kept going at it for an hour. And then...the feeling. The pleasure. The mess. Oh God, the mess. I had thought I just went all over myself! But luckily I stopped it with my hands and ran to the bathroom late at night real fast, holding it, and when I released it in the toilet... It was the most weirdest and ugliest thing I had ever seen come out of my body since the 13-14 years of my life.
Then it got worse.
And worse.
And worse.
I began to look at nasty images online. I had before looked at them, but never before did I know how to mas. I did while looking at them. And...the feelings were tremendous.
Then guilt came along, right when I got down to seeing all the gay sites. I looked at stuff I had NEVER dreamed of ever seeing before!
I felt lucky. Then I felt like it was a dark secret needed to stay in me.
I did it all the time, almost everyday, everytime I got a chance, it was wonderful.
But guilt came. And came. And soon my father...
Found out.
I saw a folder on my desktop one sunday morning, and it said "SICK". My...my heart stopped. I looked inside and saw... all the pictures I had looked at before. All the nasty disgusting things.
I was trembling.
I went to try to go online, to fix the errors. But all I got was that my pages had been blocked. Every site I wanted besides yahoo or other safe site was blocked (I MEAN EVERY ONE OF THEM) through use of IE's content advisor.
I got scared, I wept, and then I tried to change it, but couldn't. I tried deleting internet files that weren't there. Then I deleted the SICK folder.
I then knew it was my dad who did it. He was laying in bed. I knew he had gotten up earlier that morning. I ran outside, weeping, and cried while I let my dogs off, thinking "I'm so dead..."
Soon, I came in and started to type a letter to dad, and printed it off. It included stuff like me never doing it again, swearing on the bible that I would quit, telling my dad that I was NOT GAY.
The whole time my fingers felt like they were falling off, I was shaking so bad.
Then, I laid it outside on my table, and folded it, and named it DAD. I told mom to leave it there and dont read it. I went to my bed and cried in my pillows, guilt-trodden.
Later after what seemed to be HOURS of crying, my dad asked me to come with him. I almost knew for certain my mom may have read the letter. My Dad knew what it was. He took me to the store. Mom was frantic wondering what was going on since I'd been crying so much. My Dad said that he had just gotten mad at me or something to that effect. He saved me the grief of Mom's knowing of this.
Then, we drove to the store, and he talked to me. The whole time I was crying, admitting what I had done, most of it, not so detailed, but generally. And he knew. He knew... And he told me that my guilt was enough punishment, that he didn't need to take my computer or games away, that he didn't need to ground me, even after all the stuff I told him he could do. I even suggesting going to church every single sunday. (since my dad was beginning to get into the word of God more and more)
When all this was finished and done, life went on. I stopped all this mas and porn and nasty images for ... 3 weeks?
Then it clicked off again. I started it. AGAIN. This time, more discreet, more cautious. I did it while they were gone, while they were out for what, 20 minuites. I even did it while my Dad played Resident Evil 4 in my bedroom.
I had a word vomit to my Dad one day after hearing so much about how bad porn is for your kids and stuff, and after all the times he asked me that heart-wrencing question; ARE YOU BEING GOOD?
*nod. nod.*
After trying to get off the computer for 2 weeks to try to quit the mas, it failed... Then our trip to my grandparents, I told myself not to mas. I still did. I felt horrible.
Well, I told him I had been lying when we were home one day. He still didn't punish me, he just tried to talk it out with me over eating pizza, and while my mom was at work. I told him I didn't know any other way to quit other than to tell him. He kept telling me some ideas like instead of getting that temptation, look at the anatomy of the human body. I thought that was a great idea. But it wasn't enough.
I started again after 2-3 weeks of free of porn, but I still masturbated. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, I always asked myself, and I felt guilt every time. Now, it's still going on. I recently mas.'ed a couple hours ago to some yiff. My Dad's out to pick my mom up from work, and I'm about to order pizza. I don't know what else to do. I tried to quit on my own, but the temptation...It made me fall. I tried to quit last night. I didn't mas last night, but I mas'd today once already. It got me. But I won't again tonight. I normally mas about 1-2 times a day, 3 if I'm really failing... I try to keep it to once or none at all. Do you know how sweaty and hot and uncomfortable I get under the covers after masing? I can't get more than 7 hours a sleep a night...
All the tissue is normally thown in the toilet or the trash. It literally stinks sometimes. I just... throw it out and tell myself ''here's my chance to get right with myself and God" and then the next day I do it AGAIN.
I don't know what else to do. I'm trying to stop. Please, pray for me that I quit starting tonight. I will not MAS tonight. I will not MAS tomarrow. And I won't espeically SUNDAY. EVERYDAY! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU GOD, PLEASE FORGIVE ME OF MY TRANSGRESSIONS AND MY FAULTS, AND PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE LIED TO YOU MANY TIMES...
I want to be Grandpa's little angel again...
I want to make this short. I don't have much time. My father will be gome anytime. Sorry if this is blunt.
I'm 15 years old, turning 16 in June, and I'm a white, male american. That's all you need to know of me personally.
*deep breath...* I touch, I'm addicted to gay porn/hentai/yiff, more so the yiff than anything. I am not sure if any of you know what that is, but I will not go into detail. I've had this problem for more than 2 years, and I don't know when I'll stop.
My story:
When I was young, I was curious and innocent boy. I had been curious about male and female stuff. For some reason, I was more into myself, and then into trying to find out how other boys were like.
I was maybe 9 or 10 when I had my cousin over. He and I played video games together, and he was trouble-making kid. He always was fidgety and wanted to go outside and ride bikes and tear things up. Well, we were in the house and my parents were off doing something. We had gone under the cover in my room and looked at eachother's privates. We touched one another and played with eachother, as if we were playing with action figures or dolls. Kind of weird? You bet. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but I didn't think too much of it or thought it was that bad.
Later, we went to the bathroom at the same time a coulple times, messed around more, and then we forgot my bathroom door's lock was broken. My father came in on us. The first thing I did was run crying from the bathroom into my room and laid there. I was always afraid of getting in trouble, because I told my parents EVERYTHING all the time.
My dad did not punish me. My dad merely forgave me and told me that he was proud he told me about it then to hide it. But the thing is, he found out first. I didn't tell him directly... I admited it.
Anyways, ever since then I haven't seen my cousin. Well, actually I talked to him on the phone once, and I asked him about coming over. I told him not to do that ''thing'' we did with me. He said "What thing?" and I kept trying to elaborate without really saying it. He still played like he was dumb...
The years after, I've always been interested in other guys' parts. I didn't know about homosexuallity at all. I just thought it was cool to look at it, I guess. I'm not entirely sure and I don't want to lie about anything or misconcieve what I may have been thinking at the time.
Sumo Wrestlers stuff was something I felt I NEEDED to see. Thankfully I didn't. I just imagined it in my head when I went to watch a channel that had it on.
Big guys, older guys, the one's that are fatter than a train; I looked at them all and wondered about this: since they're big, they're stuff must be big, right?
Well, pft. I was wrong.
A year or two later I discovered masturbation. I interperted it as oral on your ownself. I found out it's actually pleasing yourself without need of a partner. I played with myself at night all the time, and one time I tested my limits. I tightened myself up, and kept going at it for an hour. And then...the feeling. The pleasure. The mess. Oh God, the mess. I had thought I just went all over myself! But luckily I stopped it with my hands and ran to the bathroom late at night real fast, holding it, and when I released it in the toilet... It was the most weirdest and ugliest thing I had ever seen come out of my body since the 13-14 years of my life.
Then it got worse.
And worse.
And worse.
I began to look at nasty images online. I had before looked at them, but never before did I know how to mas. I did while looking at them. And...the feelings were tremendous.
Then guilt came along, right when I got down to seeing all the gay sites. I looked at stuff I had NEVER dreamed of ever seeing before!
I felt lucky. Then I felt like it was a dark secret needed to stay in me.
I did it all the time, almost everyday, everytime I got a chance, it was wonderful.
But guilt came. And came. And soon my father...
Found out.
I saw a folder on my desktop one sunday morning, and it said "SICK". My...my heart stopped. I looked inside and saw... all the pictures I had looked at before. All the nasty disgusting things.
I was trembling.
I went to try to go online, to fix the errors. But all I got was that my pages had been blocked. Every site I wanted besides yahoo or other safe site was blocked (I MEAN EVERY ONE OF THEM) through use of IE's content advisor.
I got scared, I wept, and then I tried to change it, but couldn't. I tried deleting internet files that weren't there. Then I deleted the SICK folder.
I then knew it was my dad who did it. He was laying in bed. I knew he had gotten up earlier that morning. I ran outside, weeping, and cried while I let my dogs off, thinking "I'm so dead..."
Soon, I came in and started to type a letter to dad, and printed it off. It included stuff like me never doing it again, swearing on the bible that I would quit, telling my dad that I was NOT GAY.
The whole time my fingers felt like they were falling off, I was shaking so bad.
Then, I laid it outside on my table, and folded it, and named it DAD. I told mom to leave it there and dont read it. I went to my bed and cried in my pillows, guilt-trodden.
Later after what seemed to be HOURS of crying, my dad asked me to come with him. I almost knew for certain my mom may have read the letter. My Dad knew what it was. He took me to the store. Mom was frantic wondering what was going on since I'd been crying so much. My Dad said that he had just gotten mad at me or something to that effect. He saved me the grief of Mom's knowing of this.
Then, we drove to the store, and he talked to me. The whole time I was crying, admitting what I had done, most of it, not so detailed, but generally. And he knew. He knew... And he told me that my guilt was enough punishment, that he didn't need to take my computer or games away, that he didn't need to ground me, even after all the stuff I told him he could do. I even suggesting going to church every single sunday. (since my dad was beginning to get into the word of God more and more)
When all this was finished and done, life went on. I stopped all this mas and porn and nasty images for ... 3 weeks?
Then it clicked off again. I started it. AGAIN. This time, more discreet, more cautious. I did it while they were gone, while they were out for what, 20 minuites. I even did it while my Dad played Resident Evil 4 in my bedroom.
I had a word vomit to my Dad one day after hearing so much about how bad porn is for your kids and stuff, and after all the times he asked me that heart-wrencing question; ARE YOU BEING GOOD?
*nod. nod.*
After trying to get off the computer for 2 weeks to try to quit the mas, it failed... Then our trip to my grandparents, I told myself not to mas. I still did. I felt horrible.
Well, I told him I had been lying when we were home one day. He still didn't punish me, he just tried to talk it out with me over eating pizza, and while my mom was at work. I told him I didn't know any other way to quit other than to tell him. He kept telling me some ideas like instead of getting that temptation, look at the anatomy of the human body. I thought that was a great idea. But it wasn't enough.
I started again after 2-3 weeks of free of porn, but I still masturbated. WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, I always asked myself, and I felt guilt every time. Now, it's still going on. I recently mas.'ed a couple hours ago to some yiff. My Dad's out to pick my mom up from work, and I'm about to order pizza. I don't know what else to do. I tried to quit on my own, but the temptation...It made me fall. I tried to quit last night. I didn't mas last night, but I mas'd today once already. It got me. But I won't again tonight. I normally mas about 1-2 times a day, 3 if I'm really failing... I try to keep it to once or none at all. Do you know how sweaty and hot and uncomfortable I get under the covers after masing? I can't get more than 7 hours a sleep a night...
All the tissue is normally thown in the toilet or the trash. It literally stinks sometimes. I just... throw it out and tell myself ''here's my chance to get right with myself and God" and then the next day I do it AGAIN.
I don't know what else to do. I'm trying to stop. Please, pray for me that I quit starting tonight. I will not MAS tonight. I will not MAS tomarrow. And I won't espeically SUNDAY. EVERYDAY! PLEASE, I BEG OF YOU GOD, PLEASE FORGIVE ME OF MY TRANSGRESSIONS AND MY FAULTS, AND PLEASE FORGIVE ME FOR I HAVE LIED TO YOU MANY TIMES...
I want to be Grandpa's little angel again...
