911MrSuicidal
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Ok so I started my gooning career at like 11 and have been gooning relentlessly ever since. I then entered the major leagues when I was a teenager and would goon upwards of 5 times a day, this is where you could say I became a “pro”, however I still wasn’t an True Pro yet. When did I become a true pro? Well one night during lockdown when I was about 19 I had various dreams that were all about fleshlights. It’s funny though because I would never even think about fleshlights, nor did I ever want one so these dreams were so out of the blue. As soon as I woke up it was like I was possessed by an eldritch gooning deity or something and immediately went on my phone and ordered a fleshlight. It arrived a few days later and luckily I was home alone at the time when I brought the concealed package inside. I would use it relentlessly every night, premium luxury gooning you could say. Now one day when I was home alone I used my VR headset to watch a VR porn video of Stella Cox dressed up as Hermione Granger. This was quite literally the peak Gooning experience and about as close as my virgin incel self at the time was going to get to the real thing. There was a problem though, I began getting paranoid that my family would find it. Especially considering I had to hide it in the large pocket of my oodie when taking it to the bathroom to wash it out along with having to dry it out every night after using it. The main cause of my paranoia was when I would place it in an old shoe box in the corner of my room with a hole cut out at the back to help with the ventilation for the drying process. This was just too suspect though, I mean what if my mum wanted to clean my room up when I was out and she stumbled across it? Well unfortunately not all good things in life last and the fun had to come to and end eventually. It was a dark day when I decided that it was just too risky of an object to keep, I can’t remember if it was a gloomy day or not but it certainly felt like it. So what did I do you may ask? Well I cut it up into little pieces and concealed it in a black trash bag and disposed of it in a public bin. My head over my shoulder looking around, eyes wide open and filled with anxiety, simultaneously trying to not be seen but also to not come across as suspicious. It was outside a library and there was a covid tester outside the library front doors with a mask on who I’m sure thought I was up to something suspicious. Nowadays I only goon about once a day, definitely no longer in my prime. I still enjoy it though and look forward to my nightly goon sesh when I get home at night after bumming around with my mate all day. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed me sharing my gooning career. Love 
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brb imma goon to this foid rq
