Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2021 10:06:04 +0200 From: Sam Will Subject: Part 1: Into the Goon State Not suitable for under 18s Gift to Nifty My previous big story is "Becoming Jeff's Leather Slut" which is in the Authoritarian section ********************* Part 1: Into the Goon State This is very much the intro part into a story of a descent from a fully functioning me with job, home, partner into a total goontard set against the world in the Covid-19 pandemic. ********************* The strike on the world of Covid-19 at the back end of 2019 and through 2020 & 2021 has had profound changes on society. On how we work, our relationships, our social lives, where we live, our financial stability etc. What took some time for psychologists, therapists etc to realise was the impact on our sexual lives. For those in stable relationships there were sometimes delights. The "Covid Baby" boomer. For others in bad relationships, pure hell. For me though aged 36, in a solid relationship, good job, nice suburbs house the wind was set fair. Working from home was possible, sex existed, a back yard with grass existed. Everything to keep me safely indoors without going to crazy. I'm Sam by the way, yeah 36, in good gym shape, Masters Degree, good looking, well paid managerial job. Everything that I could ask for. My partner, Aaron was an almost twin of me. They say opposites attract but so do twins. About the only thing different about us was our field of work, him law, me engineering. After that we worked out together, socialised with the same people and we obviously slept each other. One small difference was our relationship to porn. Mine was casual. Yeah, I'd used it to help get me off, especially in more lean times at college. Aaron meanwhile wasn't keen. He saw no merit in "pumped up straight guys trying to act gay". It just wasn't for him. So we didn't watch it. Even if I was away by myself I didn't. Then the first lockdown happened. In Aaron's world work carried on as normal just from home. For me it slowed down as the work slowed down, yes I'd log on every day, but as days and weeks passed there was less and less to do. One Thursday afternoon I clearly got so bored it was time to watch some porn. I knew what I wanted. I wanted leather guys, with big muscles, smooth bodies and big dicks. Yeah they might have been all straight when it was recorded in the `90's but I didn't care. I sat at my desk, pulled my veiny uncut dick out and turned on `Leather Muscle'. Yeah it wasn't Oscar winning acting, but it was doing the job when Aaron walked in. "What Sam? Seriously? God if you have too just clean up" he said throwing me a box of tissues. Aaron had that ability to put you on the back foot. Not to shout `stop' but to let you finish and then face his disappointment. Twenty minutes later, balls drained a bit I was in the kitchen making a smoothie. "So you cleaned up?" he asked. "Yeah, yeah it's all done. Sorry you walked in on it. I just got a bit, well you know, horny" I replied. That was the problem, for everything incredibly attractive about Aaron his horniness wasn't one of those things. Sex was good with him, but it was something you scheduled like a meeting or going to the gym. It lacked all spontaneity. He never seemed to just get the urge. "Well if you're going to make a habit of it don't bother, I'm not interested if that's how you plan to waste your time". He was angry now, pissed off. But like a do not enter sign it was begging me to go in. So the next afternoon I kicked back for 30 minutes and pumped. Then it became a habit, an addictive part of everyday. Even at that early stage I couldn't begin to imagine how much I'd ruin my life for it and how I'd sink. *********************** Love comments: sam.willswill@mail.com