As a lifelong consumer of porn I used to worry that I was addicted. I probably am. "Probably" is surely generous.  But, I no longer worry. Or care. I just enjoy, as discreetly as possible. Never been caught with my cock in my hand but I've had a few close calls. 

I've enjoyed every step of the progression. Access to each new discovery along the way has been glorious. From finding my mother's dress, bra and panties in the living room (after she apparently disrobed to put out for Dad) and playing with those as a naughty boy, to sneaking my father's Playboys (and the occasional Penthouse or even Hustler when he was really feeling dirty), to borrowing my mother's bodice  ripper novels and wanking to the good parts---it's always been top notch entertainment. 

Later, videotapes in the garage, tucked away behind the toolbox only I could move, pulled out to stroke to as soon as my wife left. The occasional adult book store when I could slip in w/o being seen. And the fun times at strip clubs when wife was away. I loved that particular indulgence, but had to quit when my sons got older. Too worried I'd bump into them or their friends. But desperately wanting to find a girl from their circles dancing.  And then finally, the internet. Holy shit. It changed everything. Porn addict utopia.  Add in the camera phone a few years later and it just keeps getting better. 

The tech leap I anxiously await is the great release of personally identifiable and searchable nude selfies. Amatuer has always been the hottest. Homemade stuff the very best. Imagine being able to find all that stuff that's surely in the cloud. Nude photos, sexy pics, blowjob pics, fucking pics, all the dirtiest of dirty--- from all the people you know.  Coworkers. Friends. Neighbors. Gulp, family members.  All on demand. Pull up whomever you want and see their naughtiest stuff.  I'll never put the laptop down when we get there. I hope I live long enough.