Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2022 12:00:17 +0200
From: Sam Will <Sam.willsWill@mail.com>
Subject: Part 4: Into the Goon State

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Aaron got up and walked out but I stayed rooted to the spot pumping away in
a world of my own. Literally.

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Gooning, like drugs can be, like alcohol can be etc is an addiction. It's
not fair to compare them. Each have their own destructive forces. But
gooning, mindlessly pumping is totally an addiction.

It was the pandemic that drove it into my life. It was the hook, that gave
me all the spare time I needed to own the hole and sink myself into it,
deep.

As Aaron walked out I was just in a totally new world. It's hard to know
unless you've truly been there. But it's one where your penis is just
everything to you and all you want to do is show it all you have. You also
have no desire to cum. To cum is to ruin your train of thought, to loose
the hours of momentum you build up.

Aaron walked back into the living room, a bag over his shoulder "look Sam,
I love you, but you've got to sort this out. I'll be at.."

I didn't hear what he said. I didn't care to be honest. My cock was so
fucking solid I just had to grip it and pump it. Spitting into my hand to
grease up my dick more.

As the front door closed I let out a roar!! Like some lion. This wasn't a
roar of power though or a roar of fear or desperation. It was a roar of
base level heat that was wild.

To jerk off is to be healthy. Society is so fucking messed up that safe
jerking off is still seen as weird or perverted. I'm not talking about
anything that harms people, I'm talking about a need to get on your dick
and pump. Partners get freaked when they find the other jerking
off. Although my straight male friends say they love finding their partners
playing with themselves.

Aaron was in the context of this Covid world missing a massive opportunity
to create a new more powerful, deep relationship with masturbation as a
core part of it.

I looked into the full length mirror in our living room and saw myself. My
leather gear on, my cock rock solid and I grinned at myself. A nasty,
freaky grin. A voice inside of my head said `drone' and suddenly an idea
popped into my head.

Aaron and I were two well dressed, expensive haircut, short beard kind of
guys. The look was almost scarily matching. My hair was always styled, dark
in colour. The idea in my head made my tongue pop out and I started nodding
looking at myself.

I put my AirPods into my ears, grinned again at myself and put on some
trance backed gooner hypno. It was looping to allow no let up. The volume
on full.

What I did next just kept going round and round in my head. Over and over
to do it. I grabbed a chair and put it in front of the mirror and went and
grabbed my hair clippers. I also got a bowl of hot water, my razor and
shaving foam.

How long it took I'm not so sure.

However, at the end my head was shiny, shaved. I nodded at the mirror,
muttered "gooner drone" and got back to work on my dick