Too Much “Special Time”. By CpSingleton © 2016 (part one)
Calvin had a healthy obsession with porn. For years, whether in a relationship or not, he’d indulged himself in a little “special time”.
He’d always leaned towards the girl on girl action. Though didn’t mind a little hetro fun now and again. As long as it was nothing too kinky.
He considered it as harmless fun.
Curtains shut, volume down, tissue ready, fun time.
He didn’t notice it encroaching on his daily life, even when he was tossing out three to five “special times” a day.
This was during a particularly long companion-based barren spell.
He didn’t moan -outside of his customary “special time” climax moan- about the barren spell, he just got on with things.
He did suspect that some of his female colleagues may want to join him for a drink and maybe a threesome, but was shot down when offering a drink, therefore didn’t truly know about the threesome.
He began to realise, however, that he was watching far too much porn on one particular, fateful day, after he’d found a lump between his sack and his thigh…