A Strange Addiction

“Dad? Karin?” I called out, poking my head inside the front door. I held my breath as I waited anxiously for an answer. The only response was the street noise behind me. Excitedly, I entered the house, kicking my shoes off as I hastily closed the door.
Not even stopping to grab something from the fridge, I hurried to my room. Slamming the door shut with my foot, I flicked the light on before checking if anything was out of place.
Good. Kon is gone doing whatever and I have the house to myself.
My mind raced happily.
No one home. Just me.
The realization sank in and a faint smirk crossed my face.
Becoming more and more aroused by the mere idea of what I was about to do, I could feel tension rising in my gut and spreading throughout my body.
Frantically, I closed the blinds on my window before nearly throwing myself onto the unmade bed. I sat up, my hands automatically reaching to unbutton my school slacks.
I could already feel my burning erection pushing against the tight restrictive cloth, aching to be released.
Damn. It’s been a long time since I’ve been this horny.
The moment my pants were undone, they were kicked aside along with my boxers. Instinctively, I tore off my shirt, leaving myself completely nude on my bedspread. My erection quickly became the center of my attention as everything in my room faded.
Already, I ached to relieve myself, to orgasm and spill my seed over my bed. I shuddered as my fingers wrapped themselves around my burning shaft.
As I closed my eyes, a single image invaded my thoughts. His scent flooded my nostrils by memory and I nearly came as I recalled his sweet mixture of sweat and cologne.
“Oh, Renji,” I mumbled into the silence as my hand began pumping slowly.
Envisioning his hand replacing mine, my pace quickened and I could practically feel his luscious red hair cascading over my chest, tickling my skin. My breathing became erratic and uneven as more images f my foe plagued my mind. Steadily, my movements increased in speed, my hips jerking with need.
His voice whispered playfully in my ear softly, teasing me with his cruel words Once again, I moaned his name, it rolled smoothly off my tongue.
Feeling close to release, a lengthy groan escaped from my throat as my strokes quickened.
“Ohhhhh,” I panted, sweat forming on my brow, “R-Renji…….”
My voice was dry and deeper than usual as I purred his name.
Why am I drawn to him?
I hated myself for being attracted to him, for coming at the thought of him, but I felt as if I couldn’t help it; he was too gorgeous for me to ever stop thinking about him.
I lost all conscious thought as I reached my climax, my muscles jolting and clenching at once. With my hand tightly grasping my sensitive flesh, I pumped rapidly and unevenly in an attempt to further extend my orgasm.
Crying out his name, I came hard and fast, the milky white mixture coating my thighs and hand.
With a final violent jerk from my hips, the last of my seed shot from my manhood.
I laid there almost lifelessly as my breathing slowed down, my erection slowly becoming flaccid once again. My eyes fluttered open and I stared at the mess I had made; the creamy fluid sticking to the sheets. It was clear that I’d need to wash my bedding before anyone came home, but being post-orgasm, I felt as if I could lie there forever.
Slowly, I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, smearing my essence. I sighed deeply and stood up, pulling off the sheets.
After I tugged my boxers on, I left my room with the sticky laundry in hand. Still nervous that someone could come home at any second, I hurried in putting the sheets in the washer, harshly turning the dial. I waited for the sound of water flooding the machine before spinning on my heel to return to my room.
Just a few steps away from my bedroom door, I heard the front door swing open. I cringed as a loud high-pitch voice called out,
“Ichigo? You home?”
“Yeah,” I answered in a strained voice, ready to close my door.
“Come help us with the groceries, Ichigo!” Dad’s voice cut through the rustling of paper bags.
“In a minute!” I yelled, attempting to put my school slacks back on, only to notice that I was trying to fit both legs through one hle.
“Now, Ichigo!”
“I said in a MINUTE!” I shouted back, now wrestling with my shirt.
I had barely buttoned it up when Dad barged into my room, face red from yelling.
“What were you doing that made you too busy to help you own family with the groceries?” he demanded, hands on his hips, attempting to be menacing.
Struggling with a lie, I stuttered,
“My…..uhhh…my….homework! That’s it! My homework!”
Dad raised an eyebrow in disbelief, but before he could scold me, Karin called his name from the kitchen. He left without saying another word and I fell back against the wall in relief.
That was close.
Feeling better that I didn’t get caught, I headed for the bathroom. After all, I was still covered in my own fluid and I needed to get it off as soon as possible.
After double-checking that the door was locked, I stripped for the second time today.
I turned the shower on, the water gushing from the showerhead. Cautiously, I stepped inside. The water barely burnt as it came into contact with my skin.
As I began to wash the seed from my body, thoughts of Renjj started to overwhelm me and my hand began to wander.
Stop.
I told myself sternly, trying to focus on anything but my tattooed desire. It seemed to be working because I could feel the tingling sensation die down into nothing.
I finished my shower without any more incidents and retrieved clean clothes and redressed quickly, avoiding everyone in the house as I recovered the now clean sheets from the dryer.
Is it normal to feel this guilty?
I wondered as I headed back to my bedroom.
No.
I decided.
It’s only because I think about HIM.
For some reason, I became angry as I thought of how many times I had jacked off to the thought of Renji,
This has been going on for weeks.
I admitted almost reluctantly.
It’s sick……I’m sick.
With my newfound realizations, I crawled into my newly made bed and wrapped myself tightly in my comforter.
Sleep found me easily as I stared out the window, the stars twinkling