Language: English
Pages: 21
Disappeared, Never to Return: My Descent into Gay Comic Porn
The first time I came across gay comic porn, I was 16 and fumbling through the arcane website of an unscrupulous manga pirating site. In between scanlated files of Dragon Ball and Naruto, there it was – a lurid cover featuring buff, shirtless men posing provocatively. Morbid curiosity urged me to download it. And just like that, my innocence slipped away like a discarded sock under the bed.
From that day onward, I was hooked. Every night, I’d sneak onto the computer at 3am to hungrily click through page after page of explicit gay comics. They were my sordid secret, a guilty pleasure I couldn’t get enough of. The more raunchy and uninhibited, the better.
My gay comic porn obsession consumed me. I stopped seeing my friends, ditched dates with cute boys, and began failing my classes. All I could think about were the men on those pages – their chiseled abs, powerful thighs, and beefy, veiny cocks. I’d stroke myself into a frenzy, imagining being bent over a table and power-fucked by a police officer, football player, or lumberjack. The dirtier and more degrading, the more I loved it.
My parents were at their wit’s end. “What’s gotten into you?” my mother would lament. “Where’s my sweet boy gone?” Little did she know, I was lost forever, replaced by a raging sex addict with an insatiable hunger for gay smut.
And yet, I felt exhilarated to be living my truth, even if that truth was jerking off to sweaty men pounding each other’s asses. It was wrong, but it felt so right. Let the haters hate – I was finally free to explore my deepest, darkest desires without restraint.
After two months of gay comic porn binging, I hit rock bottom. My grades tanked, my friends cut me off, and my parents threatened to take away the computer. Faced with the threat of losing my precious, I had to make a choice.
And so, with a heavy heart, I deleted every last gay comic from my hard drive and swore off smut for good. It nearly killed me, but I emerged a stronger, healthier person on the other side. And while I still enjoy gay comics, I’m not a slave to their charms anymore.
So to any young gay boys out there reading this, let my story be a warning. Gay comics are deliciously addictive, but they can utterly destroy your life if you let them. Enjoy them in moderation, but never let them consume you. Because once you disappear down that rabbit hole, there may be no coming back. Trust me, I know from experience.