But now, I've learned to enjoy when it happens. I even fantasize about it, now.

It all started with wet dreams. There was a time when I'd be having them at least once a week. You know how it goes: I'd wake up from an intense dream, only to find my underwear sticky and wet from the mess I'd made in my sleep.

After that, I'd find I'd have erections at all the least convenient times. That's just a part of life, right? Except for me it was always so much worse. I'd find stains in my underwear that leaked all the way through to my pants. Sometimes I'd notice as it was happening, the heat and tingling sensations rushing to my cock... but other times I didn't. Eventually I realized how much precum I could leak, and that I wasn't really ejaculating, but it's not like that meant my clothes were any less at risk.

The first time I made out with a girl in college, I was focusing so hard, struggling not to cum in my pants right then and there. Of course, you can guess how well that went. Feeling her body close against mine, the heat of her right on top of me, in my lap. I thought I could hold out, but she started to slide her hips back and forth, ever so slightly, and I could feel myself going over the edge, even through the fabric.

I don't think she noticed when I came. Or, at least I don't think she did.

Sometimes I wonder what she was thinking, if she had noticed. Did she want to call me out, but chose not to out of pity? Did she think it was hot? Was she secretly wishing she could belittle me for it, but didn't know how I would react?

Nowadays, I'm trying my best to embrace it. I'm coming to discover how hot I find the idea of both cumming without warning, even ejaculating when my cock is completely flaccid and soft. And not only that, but bringing myself to orgasm in all the least likely of ways:

Playing with my prostate, a toy firmly in my ass, stroking and pushing on until I tense up and start squirting. Slowly touching and massaging my legs, abs, shoulders, and working away at deep muscles until all those little triggers are hit and I uncontrollably find myself building up to an orgasm, without even realizing it. Even hypnosis, and guiding myself into climaxing with nothing but the power of suggestion, listening to a hypnotist's smooth and sexy voice.

Overall, I don't think I could go back to before I could cum on a hair trigger, even if I had the choice. I'm addicted.