The Reason I Ended Up in the AV World
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap. "Yamete~♥" "Eut!!" Splurt, splurt, splurt, splurt. As the woman's moans and filthy scenes poured from the screen, I came hard right then and there. The wad of tissue gripped in my fist was drenched, soaked through with cum.
"Hoo... all done."
Any guy finishes jerking off and his head clears right up— that's the classic sage mode. But this dude watching porn and beating his meat wasn't hitting sage time. No, he was grinning at something else entirely.
Click, click, click. He'd just downloaded that latest vid and slotted it onto his external drive. Boom—1TB filled to the brim, packed tight.
"Heave-ho!" The guy who'd barely slept or eaten for days, lost in a marathon wank session, finally flashed a triumphant smile. Goal achieved. He hefted the drive and headed to the shelf nearby.
It was lined with identical externals, stacked full—except for one last spot, just big enough for this one.
Slide.
"Finally... collected 'em all!!"
A hundred drives in total, every one a hefty 1TB. Massive capacity. But here's the kicker: they were all stuffed with just one genre.
Porn.
"Took over ten years to finish it..."
Anyone else would stare in disbelief, like, "What the actual fuck?" But this guy, gazing at his porn-packed shelf, was beaming with pride.
"Porn: 100TB!!!"
Impossible? Not a single duplicate across the whole collection, all neatly shelved. Tell your bros and they'd laugh it off as bullshit. Spill it to a girl friend? Sexual harassment lawsuit. Girlfriend? Slap and breakup. Parents? Disownment material. But this dude wore his freak flag high, proud as hell.
It started the day he first discovered porn. From then on, snagging vids he liked became a hobby. At first, just a few here and there, like anyone else saving clips. Then one day, his hard drive filled up with nothing but smut.
No biggie—he hated deleting gems, so he bought an external. That faded one on the far right? His first porn drive.
"Even I think it's kinda nuts..."
The first 1TB drive was easy. Then they piled up. Half a year later, he had five. A reality check hit—"Do I really watch this much?"—but he shrugged it off. Thought he'd cap it at ten for kicks.
That playful goal snowballed into obsession. Ten became twenty. Twenty hit thirty. He kept stacking, cherry-picking vids to his taste. Four years back, he blew past fifty and set his final target.
100 drives. 1TB porn externals each.
His sex drive and stamina outpaced any normie, tastes broad as hell too. He stacked 'em faster than expected. And today? Victory.
Each drive crammed with 2-4GB vids apiece. A hundred of 'em? Downright legendary.
"Burned all my vacation days for this... but no regrets!!"
Five-plus hours a day hunting porn and stroking, yet he still held down a job. March already, and he'd torched every single PTO day to hit this milestone.
He figured the last 300GB would go quick. But those precious days? Obliterated. Worth it. Mission accomplished.
"Means straight back to work tomorrow... but no regrets!"
Holed up in his room the whole break, scouring porn and jerking nonstop. No vacation left. Zero remorse. He just stared at his collection, grinning ear to ear.
"Ughhh... gotta crash first, though."
Satisfaction and joy sharpened his mind for a sec, but the nonstop wank binge had wrecked him. Exhausted to the bone. All he craved was sleep till work tomorrow.
Stagger.
"Huh? Feels worse than usual today..."
He'd pushed too far before, collapsed into bed half-dead from jerking. Same deal, he figured. Flopped down.
Lower half naked from the session, no energy even for undies. Eyes forced shut against his will. Brain fog thick as hell.
"Gotta eat... shower... clean up... ugh... fuck it... tomorrow..."
He knew slacking meant regrets later. But his leaden body wouldn't fight. Eyes slammed closed.
And just like that, the man bid eternal farewell to the world.
Died.