Not suitable for under 18's Gift to Nifty ********************** "Yeah Aaron, I'll stop".
Never was a more pointless line said, I wouldn't, I couldn't, I'd dug to deep now. **********************
`A global movement'. Such a phrase makes you think of politics, maybe lifestyle like eating less meat or drinking less alcohol.
However, the idea of a global masturbation movement would shock and confuse many. Of course there are many reasons why. From being hopelessly in love with your partner to having a family etc.
But it exists. In quiet ways of a morning jerk off to guys who just have to show off. This morning looking out of my window there was a guy unloading a lorry. He lifted his T-Shirt to wipe his mouth and I saw his washboard stomach. It wasn't long before I was pumping to that. Just the thought of it, the smell of him. I couldn't see his face clearly. That didn't matter. I had all I needed to make him porn and to get to work on my dick.
Aaron was serious. And pissed off. That difference in us was weird compared to how similar we were in so many ways. As our respective work days ended I decided that the only way I could satisfy my horn was with him. My plan was genius!
We were both gym guys. No hiding that. We both ran. I wanted him nice and sweaty and horny. We'd always fucked after a run. There was something about it that charged our heat.
"So man, fancy a run" I casually said to him. He still looked disappointed in me and shook his head. "Seriously Aaron, you punishing me?" I carried on "fuck you then".
I didn't give a shit and left the room and went to my computer to start beating off again. The voices in my head telling me to do it. To be the best gooner I could be. My clothes came off and before long I was on my leather office chair pumping one out again. Riding my edge.
Scrolling through Twitter at the same time I came across profile after profile. Goon guys. There was one though that spoke to me. He encouraged DMs and I messaged him.
In no time at all he'd replied: `Screw your bf. If he's so unaccepting of your goon nature then screw him. We're the future bro. Stoopid, dumb gooners, pumping out our brains for porn'
I felt totally accepted by this stranger. I pumped harder and harder before my brain snapped!
I got up from my chair and marched, naked, hard, past Aaron in the living room.
"Like, what the fuck Sam?" Came his angry shout.
But I was dizzy, my brain somehow short circuiting.
To our bedroom I went to pull out my harness, leather assless chaps, boots and gloves. I was years since I'd worn them as Aaron and I had sort of left that scene and stopped being those guys.
It took me a few minutes to get myself perfect, perfect for porn that was.
As I marched back through Aaron again shouted "what the fuck" but now I spun around and faced him and pumped my cock relentlessly towards him.
"Gooner stoopid, gooner dumb, gooner needy, gooner horny" spilled from my mouth. I felt different. I knew he was there. But then that realisation came, I was turning him into porn, porn for my pleasure. My tongue dropped out and I started to drool.
Aaron got up and walked out but I stayed rooted to the spot pumping away in a world of my own. Literally.