There is no reason he shouldn't keep using it

Waking up, on the sofa, David stretched, groaning despite having fallen asleep on the sofa. He found he had rather an excellent sleep. This was slightly surprising, still he stood up and continued to stretch. First he would have a drink of his coffee and maybe use the Bike in the morning. In his mind he had already decided that he was going to exercise, mornings and evenings. It seemed a great way of doing things and considering how rested he felt today, there was no reason to stop.

Boiling a pot, he mentally planned his day. While he mainly worked at home during work days, perhaps he should start coming in, socialise with his fellow employees. Man, he couldn't even remember a time he thought of even socialising. Normally, he had spoken dismissively of them to people who listened. The thing about such a toxic personality, is that people eventually grew tired of the person cynicalness. He had been called uncaring, even crass. Looking back, it seemed time to address this.

A new David, everyone wins right.

As the coffee finished boiling, he poured into a mug and took the mug over to the kitchen table. Sitting himself down, he started drinking, since there was no work today he could focus on maybe tidying, it would take time. A big reason this place was such a colossal pigsty was motivation but also just being uncertain where to begin.

Drinking up the coffee fairly quickly, he placed the mug in the dishwasher instead of leaving it around, and head into the living room where the bike was.

Clambering on top, he started up the bike, and once again started pedalling, only pause to select incline feature on the electronic console. Closing his eyes, David started thinking again about his Dad. They had never been well off family, while they had scraped by enough to live the 'American Dream' money had always been tight. He tried to remember a time they were a happy family.

There was the camping trip, his Dad had taught him how to fish, but when Mother had burnt the meal in the BBQ Grill, he remembered the look of fear in her eyes. The nervousness, as she suggested, "Let's get a MacDonald's." thing is he could not remember fully how his Dad had reacted. As young as he had been, he had found they were getting a MacDonald's great. McDs always had great food.

As he pedalled the bike, a strange clarity came upon his body. It had been so long ago, it was not entirely unexpected he had forgotten things. But, now he was remembering, how he had heard something outside. No one else seemed to notice, so being a precocious lad, he had clambered off the seat. Heading outside, Mother was outside smoking, one of her hands holding her eye, when she saw David, she tried to smile, "Davie, your food is getting cold." uncertain how to respond, he had spoken up, "Mom are you are okay?" she had nodded trying to grimace, "Yes, I just made a mistake and your Dad told me as such." naive in his youth, David had walked over and hugged her and for a brief moment he heard a loud sob.

Then he parted, but how had he forgotten after this, Mom would wear a lot more make-up, in horror he stopped reeling from the epiphany that had hit him.

His Dad was physically abusive.

OH GOD.

How long had he been cycling, blinking he looked at and grinned, "Goddamn it, two hours!" still he could no longer relax or cycle, so gently he climbed off and tried to consider what to do. Since, there was nothing he was behind on. Perhaps, he could tidy up, then when he was done, jerk off to some porn, he needed something to relax his mind after what had happened, especially with how furious he felt.

Part of him was sorely tempted to pull out his cell and phone his Dad and demand answers. But no, if he was to do this, he needed to be able to relax.

With that, he started tidying, first binning anything moldy or worse. it was gross, beyond disgusting, but this had been his life, now he needed to do better. The worse part was how much he had let this place go to hell. It soon became apparent, a bin bag would be required.

Digging out a liner from the drawer near the sink he found this far more effecient, soon it was just discard take-away boxes and frozen food packaging, it was definitely not edifying, but he did find himself relaxing through the entire process.

Finally, he finished in the living room and stared in wonder, the apartment was looking rather good. Now he just needed to hoover, wait hoover? Was that really necessary, but a voice in his head told him that if he was serious about becoming new person, then there is no harm making new good habits. The logic did track, so sighing he dug out the vacuum cleaner and plugged into a spare socket, switching on he took hold of the handle.

Slowly, methodically even he started cleaning up the floor and any surfaces, it was hard to believe he was doing this. Then he told himself, if he wanted company around of the intimate kind, sexual kind, then he oughta give a good first impression. No need to go crazy, living room, toilet and bedroom that is what he would focus on. The other rooms perhaps another time. No, they did not to be clean. It was one night stands, maybe relationships, but unless they wanted to move in, why make effort to tidy the whole house.

Finishing the hoovering, he exhaled feeling a accomplished as he surveyed the more welcome looking living room, now time for a break.

Sitting himself down on the computer, he started up Pornhub, and started typing his search. Memories of his Mother pain echoed loudly through his skull. If he was to become a new person, maybe it was time to look into other avenues. Sighing he delete his usual search and decided instead to see what is on the front page, he looked through thumbnails finally deciding on one called Step Daddy Comes Home Early. Chuckling, he dug out his cock and started lightly massaging membe, as the video started. Normally, he rushed through the video until he got to the good bit, but he found a desire to watch whole thing. It was dumb story, frankly hilarious, but as soon as action started he felt himself rubbing his manhood vigorously, but somehow he just could not get good view of the girl. Instead it was the guy, and whether he would admit it, he found himself deeply excited.

Normally, he would switch to another video, but instead he watched, and without realizing, squirmed and bit his lower lip. It was like, he was wanting the man. His eyes locked on the thick throbbing member, he found himself unable to focus on anything but him. His arms, the shaft. Why was even continuing? It felt like there was a voice in his head. His hands continued moving faster and faster based on each thrust, and with each thrust he found himself shivering in response.

As the porn actor pumped the actress full of his semen, his lips unconsciously licked as his motion sped up, then finally.

His cock pulsed before erupting in a mess of ropes, up high, and he loudly groaned in response. Having finished he laughed nervously, nothing weird here. Still he scrolled down and saw description:

"Esctasy55 Studios prides ourselves on making porn for women, by women."

There was also details on the models, but he just sat down staring as his cock glew flaccid, this was just random. Closing his eyes, he wiped himself clean, before standing up, yeah there was nothing at all here. If he was far more confident guy, then it made sense if he was willing to admit that guys could be handsome too.