Was just going through my inbox and saw something that I missed -- a Brooklyn Jack reader following up to my post in which I told you how, as a teenager, I would masturbate over imagery and fantasies of naked adult males who were closer to my father's age than my own age -- real men I could look up to, not the adolescents who sat around me in English class. Well, apparently I wasn't the only one whose teenaged imagination went wild over fully grown men:

While there was the occasional cute guy at school who got a rise out of me, more often than not I fantasized about grown men with sexy hair-filled chests, fully-blossomed scrotums and heavy penises draping down over them. I used to fantasize about my parents throwing a nude party with all their friends and how I'd be called upon to refill drink glasses, a job which would offer me an incredible waist-level view of all those grown-man penises in the neighborhood.

Damn, almost makes me miss those teenage days of such intense, never-fulfilled sexual yearning... Well, not really -- I mean, I'm mighty glad that my first opportunity to hold and rub another guy's erect dick came sooner for me (in college; I'll tell you guys about it some time) rather than later. Still, all that adolescent sexual tension is fun to remember.

Saturday night, kicked back at the computer in just a T-shirt, my erection throbbing impatiently for some fun as I type this. Hope some of you guys are masturbating too at this very minute; if you haven't started yet, take a look at the new addition to the Masturbation Stories section. It's another non-fiction account summarizing some highlights of a six-man circle jerk party that I hosted at my place last year. As you read it, I want you to take your penis out, get that fuckin' piece of big masculine meat nice and hard, and start worshipping your boned-up cock like a man's gotta do...

Oh, yeah, wanted to ask a favor of my readers: Spread the URL around, and let's get some more guys in here! I've posted links to this blog on sites like ClubStroke and CPM; if you have other favorite places online where you think there might be guys who'd enjoy this site, spread some word of mouth for me. Or maybe you've got some regular buddies that you stroke with on IRC or AIM or Yahoo Messenger; if so, share the Gospel According to Brooklyn Jack with your pals. The more dudes I see answering the poll questions or leaving comments, the hornier I get, because I know that I'm making other mens' dicks FUCKING ERECT. And the hornier I am, the more inclined I am to write hot material for your strokin' pleasure. So let's make that hit counter spin like it's the odometer on the freakin' Starship Enterprise...

The first Brooklyn Jack poll, on the question of readers' prior experience masturbating with other dudes, is now closed. Overwhelmingly, you guys reported that you've engaged in mutual j/o with a buddy before; count yourselves in a lucky club, O my batin' brothers, because we all know that outside of a forum like this, we're vastly outnumbered by men who fantasize about pulling dong with a buddy, but have never been fortunate enough for the opportunity. (Not to mention all the guys who have no idea what they're missing.) See the original post to find out what the final numbers were. And now, it's time for Poll #2: All you really need for a satisfying round of masturbation is your hand, your dick, and your imagination. But most of us guys discover, sooner or later, that j/o can become a lot more intense when you throw in a few more ingredients to really push your libido into overdrive. So, which of the following tools do you REGULARLY use to enhance ''private time'' between you and your penis? Check all that apply: Lube (including your own spit or saved-up semen, but not including your precum or a buddy's dick leakage, since this poll is about solo j/o) Sleeve-type toys or pumps Toys for anal stimulation Any of the various alkyl nitrites, a.k.a. ''poppers'' Other chemicals (pot, booze, whatever...) Video porn (tapes, DVDs, streaming Web video) Photographic porn (JPEGs, printed magazines) Text porn (print mags, online story archives, remarkably well-written erotic Blogs, ahem...) Online chat, webcamming, and/or phone chat Mirror (or camcorder displaying on TV, so that you can watch yourself beatin' that hard dong) UPDATE: Aarrrgh! Someone points out that I neglected vibrators in my list of options; it also occurred to me that I really should've had "cock rings, straps, bootlaces, etc." on there, too, since I know that a lot of guys enjoy the extra rigidity that results from constricting the base of the penis. (I even put on a leather cockstrap myself, sometimes.) Oh, well... really too late to change it now.

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Wow, my first Blog tip! I guess someone had a good time; thanks, buddy.

Now, just $69,995 more and I'll have matched Blogosphere champion Andrew Sullivan's record for reader donations.

So, as I was saying, last night I got to enjoy some really amazing dick-to-dick fun with another guy for the first time in a few months. I'd posted a follow-up to a thread on the NYJacks message boards and got a scorching hot email in response from a dude who complimented me on my style and opined that the two of us might turn out to be tailor-made for each other as masturbation buddies. Based on that email and several more follow-ups, I had no doubts about it either, so you may well imagine that when I got another message from him yesterday morning inviting me to come over in the evening to hang out naked and jack each other's fucking erect cocks for a few hours, I was climbing the walls for the rest of the day in anticipation.

_{[Aside: Besides the fact that I hadn't touched another man's hard penis for a while, I was especially eager to do it with this guy because I haven't always had much success hooking up with buddies who get into the same type of verbal action that I do. I mean, I know there are plenty of dudes out there who share my fondness for "Penis Talk" and just getting totally mantric about the experience of sharing hard cock with someone else who knows in his core, who truly groks, that his need for sexual bonding with other males is something powerfully and uniquely masculine. But it seems like mine is a minority taste -- obviously, some guys don't get into verbalization at all -- you're lucky to get a few grunted oh fucks out of them. Other dudes like to talk, but they speak a different language than I do: Not to disdain anyone else's turn-ons, but ''I wanna be your cock slut -- make me your fag" just doesn't get my motor running.]}

Anyway, I showed up at the guy's place in Manhattan a little after 7 pm. Very handsome guy, friendly, about 40 (Woof!), and as horny as I was. We settled down on the couch with a couple beers and he brought out a pipe for a few hits of the ol' 420 -- two minutes later I'm about to cough up a lung, but I knew the pay-off would be worth it (I don't indulge in maryjane very often, but I learned from a buddy a few years ago that the triple-threat combo of a moderate pot buzz, poppers, and a couple of stiff dicks is a recipe for mind-blowing orgasms.)

After some low-key talk about our dating experiences and work life, the pot kicked in with kung fu fury, and without even thinking about it I had started to grope my crotch, feeling my penis begin to stiffen inside my jeans. I was getting the giggles, but he seemed too intent on checking out my package to comment on that. Finally, he suggested we stand up and take our pants off.

Man, that's always a nice moment -- getting to the underwear stage with a guy for the first time, his hard bulge -- and, if you're lucky, the glistening wet spot where his cockhead strains against the fabric -- giving you a promise of what's ahead. (I don't, incidentally, have a strong preference on the boxers v. briefs issue, as I think they both have their virtues. Traditional boxers, being non-stretchy, tend to tent out more dramatically when a guy's erection is at its maximum, while the semi-elastic fabric of briefs/boxer-briefs really highlights the contours of the hard penis shaft. Either way, it's fuckin' sexy.) Anyway, we just savored that for a while -- I mean, just the hot sight of another man squeezing his erect dick through his underwear. Squeezing it for you to see, teasing you, although he wants take his meat out and show it off to you just as badly as you want to see it.

I wasn't actually sure who was gonna whip it out first, but as my cockhead was starting to poke through the gap in the buttoned fly of my flannel boxers, he finally settled the matter: ''Fuck, dude, take your underwear off and show me that thick fuckin' hard cock.'' I obliged, but of course I didn't merely ''whip it out'' like some inexperienced frat guy having his first booze-fueled circle jerk. I'm a seasoned jacker of 31, so I slowly eased my rock-hard erection out of the fly, teasing my buddy for a few more seconds just because I enjoyed watching his hand grope the bulge in his black briefs more urgently as he stared at my crotch. ''Oh man that's a hot-looking dick, guy,'' he breathed, as I finally gave him a good look at it.

''Let me see yours, fucker,'' I grinned, partly from the pot but mainly from my erection and the fact that I was sharing it with a buddy. ''I wanna see how fucking HARD it makes your dick to have another guy showing off for you like this.''

''Oh, you wanna see it?'' he mock-snarled, his hand really flying up and down that hard shaft that was straining to get out of his briefs.

''If you don't show it to me, I'm gonna reach over there and make you take it out, dude.'' That line of argument seemed to persuade him, and I finally got to see his hard dick. Not as thick as mine (then again, I'm definitely on the right side of the bell curve when it comes to penile girth), but longer, with a pronounced upward bend to the shaft. Wasted no time getting my hand on it, and we sat face to face for a while just relishing the sensation of having a buddy's erection sliding through your fist, knowing the pleasure he's feeling, inwardly thrilling that he's got a hard-on because of you.

''Yeah... hanging out with a bud, just two guys working our fucking hard cocks for each other,'' he said, prompting me to reach for the bottle of poppers that I'd brought along. Two lung-filling snorts apiece later and it was off to the races:

''Oh fuck this feels good you hot fucker. YEAH! Masturbate my FUCKING DICK for me, buddy! Feel that hard man meat throbbing in your fist. You like my cock... it's there for you to fucking worship, man...''

''Yeah, you're hard 'cause you're fuckin' NAKED with another MAN and my erect fuckin' PENIS makes you horny, dude.''

''Cock to cock, man. Two dudes relaxing and stroking their meat together... big balls bouncing... [SFX: Hhhhhhhhhhrrrrrrfffff!] Fucking put our dicks together, buddy... rub 'em penis-to-penis.... two BIG HAIRY MAN DONGS sliding shaft on shaft''

''Damn, dude, I fucking love your hairy chest... I wanna feel that fucking male fur rubbing against my hard COCK. [SFX: Ssssnnnnnrrrrrrffffff!] Aw yeah... aw yeah... hanging out naked, man-to-man, getting off on each other's stiff DICKS. Sharing the penis pleasure with another guy. Fucking masturbate with me, dude... love to watch you stroke your THROBBING PENIS!''

Et cetera. I think between the two of us we must've gotten up to rock-concert decibel levels, or at least it sure seemed that way. Felt so good just to be shouting our love of hard cock, of masturbation, of maleness. After a couple of ecstatic hours in this shared goon-state, his verbalizations suddenly started turning into these proto-human hoots and grunts and growls, and I knew he was about to go over the edge. ''Shoot that fucking cum on my dick, buddy,'' I urged him. ''I want to lube up my dick with your sperm... yeah, let it go. I wanna feel you EJACULATE that HOT JIZZ on me, man...''

And then... BLAMMO! If I'd been loud before, I must've scared the hell out of his neighbors when I saw his hard cock start to shoot. Felt his warm jizz pulsing all over my erect penis, my pubic hair, my balls. Heard his deep grunts of male sexual satisfaction with each spurt. ''FUCK YES, MAN! JACKING MY DICK WITH YOUR FUCKIN' SEMEN! Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah feels so good on my cock... OH DUDE, I'M GONNA SHOOT MY LOAD!''

BLAMMO!

Man, I hope he'll be up for a repeat...

Good morning, troops! Do me a favor -- raise your left hand if there's a HARD THROBBING PENIS in your right one while you're reading this now. Southpaws, reverse as appropriate.

Gotta take the dog around the block and then I'll fill you guys in on some of the juicier details about the fun I had yesterday jacking man-to-man with a horny bud.

Guuuuuuuhhhhhhh. For the entire duration of my subway ride back to Brooklyn, I'm afraid, I was sitting there with this blissed-out New Age chick grin on my face. The other passengers must've thought I was about to launch into a five-minute seminar on the Life-Transforming Power Of Celestial Consciousness.

Little did they know I was grinning because I had another guy's jizz drying on my pubes. More later. Let's just say he was high-energy, verbal, hairy fuckin' chest, and I got to jack off with his sperm lubing up my dick. Hey, why I am suddenly humming "Raindrops on roses, and whiskers on kittens"?

Hey, guys -- just added a new section to the sidebar: Masturbation Stories. From time to time when I'm in the mood to write a little fiction on my favorite theme of horned-up adult males jacking off and shooting cum together, I'll post links to them over there.

The inaugural entry, The Buddy Sleeve, is actually a non-fiction account, and as such would normally go here in the main Blog. But since the buddy session described therein took place last year, and some of you may have already read about it on Chronic Penis Masturbators or the NY Jacks message board where I originally posted the account, I decided to plunk it under the Stories header. If you haven't read it before, hope you enjoy it and that maybe you'll get some inspiration for the next time you're hanging out with a fellow cock-stroker...

P.S. Speaking of which, my jeans are fucking tight here because a buddy who lives in The City has invited me over for a few hours of dick-to-dick pleasure. As I haven't had my hands on another man's erection since before Christmas -- despite more than my share of cyber and phone j/o with chat buds -- I've had pretty much a non-stop boner all afternoon thinking about our planned get-together tonight. Naturally, I'll let you guys know how things went once I'm back online.

UPDATE: Leaving for Manhattan in about 10 minutes. Just snapped this so all of you dudes could see the mood I'm in. (Not the best photo I've ever taken, but you get the idea...)

[Some problems with Blogger for a while this morning, so this post is really a couple hours old already...]

Ah, nothing like morning wood, is there, guys? There’s a slovenly freedom in walking around unshowered, unshaven, drinking coffee and scratching my hairy nuts, with this nice stiff boner poking out of the fly of my boxer shorts and bobbing as I walk. Pissing into the bathroom sink just because I can, and because it’s more practical than trying to bend forward over the toilet so that I can aim my skyward-pointing erection down at the bowl. Reaching down to give it a squeeze and a stroke every now and then, even though I’m not quite in the mood to really masturbate just at the moment. Geez, I fucking love just being a man.

P.S. Wow, the hit counter at the bottom is just clicking away. I imagine some of those are returning visitors impatiently checking in for updates that they can stroke their throbbing dongs over, but the poll counter -- which isn't supposed to allow repeat votes -- is now up to 133 unique participants. Very cool, dudes; I hope we can build up a solid fraternity of dick-buddies who truly understand what masturbation should be about for a guy: namely, exulting in your manhood and bonding with other dudes over our obsession for those FUCKING ERECT, ATTENTION-HUNGRY PENISES we've all got and the LOADS OF WARM, SLIPPERY SEMEN we love to squirt all over our naked torsos, even on our own faces and into our eagerly open mouths, in an ecstatic act of self-worship...

P.P.S. Okay, now I'm suddenly kind of in the mood to jack this wood...

Merciful god, I'm turning into such a degenerate! Ah, well -- as hobbies go, this beats the bejesus out of, say, latchhook rugs, or collecting bottlecaps. You may recall that I mentioned my UK buddy Chris below; well, I've been promising to send him a DVD featuring some, uh, short-subject documentaries that I'd made with my digital camcorder. Chris wheedled me into enclosing a pair of cumstained boxer briefs along with the DVD, and this morning I decided that I might as well add one more load of fresh semen to the underwear before shoving them into the padded envelope and heading for the post office. (I was kinda blueballing anyway after an uncompleted edging session last night.) So, I sat down at the computer, opened up a few juicy JPEGs, and soon had my kielbasa up to a full-on erection. Right then, conveniently enough, I got an IM from some guy who'd seen one of my posts on Chronic Penis Masturbators. ''Perfect,'' I sez to myself, and the following conversation ensued -- his comments in italics, mine in boldface:

masturfuckingbate buddy...I've admired your posting in club stroke and chronicpenismasturbators....keep pulling man, I'm edging today!
good timing, man... i just lubed up my stiff dick
great man! love the looks of your big spongy head!
it's so fucking swollen right now, dude... love to masturbate my fuckin' ERECT PENIS
oh man totally turned on, would love to watch you walk around naked with that rigid erection wobblin and bouncin!
fuck, guy, i wish you were here... we'd be fuckin' naked, masturbating, showing off our throbbing erections to each other... getting so fucking turned on from checking out another man's hard penis
yeah, love it
oh fuck... just tasted some of my precum, guy
love em rock hard and straining or even soft and floppy, big fucking round ball sacs turn me on, big fucking porn pervert here, love collecting tons of it!
cool man... i myself love to collect amateur porn... just regular guys like me armed with digital cameras and their stiff dicks that they want to show off to the world
amateur porn is the only kind bud, the lewder the better, love looking at other gooned up jackers
oh fuck yeah.... seeing a man totally blissed out on his own cock
I love a guy offering me his cock, shaking and taunting me with prick!
wow, I just shot a spermload... I was edging for hours yesterday evening and didn't finish then
fuckkkkkkk great buddy, let me know if you feel like edding some time, I'm going for few more hours today...
sure will, man... added you to my buddy list
Now I've gotta go to the post office... I'm gonna mail the underwear that I just blew my jizz all over to a buddy!
wow! perverts unite!

So, the package is all ready to go now; if you'll excuse me, I've got a quick errand to run...

Okay, here's the single fucking coolest piece of feedback I've gotten so far -- from the comments link that comes up when you click on ''view results'' for the poll below:

I am 77 yr old and have been jacking since I was 7. Hav always been interested in seeing and playing with other guys' dicks.

Why is this so fucking cool? Because this guy has been getting off on his penis for seven decades, and he's apparently still going at it, which should be encouraging news for all of us. Plus, I've always looked up to older men. Even when I was a pimply teenager (I'm 31 now), the guys whom I really, really wanted to see naked tended to be not the smooth sinewy adolescents that I went to school with, but fully adult men in their 30s or 40s.
_{[Aside: I remember finding some of my dad's old Playboy mags stashed in the basement. You know what one of my favorite images was? It was an ad for some kind of whiskey, set in a winter cabin, with a man and a woman snuggled under a quilt at opposite ends of a sofa, presumably playing footsies while they smiled mischievously at each other and sipped Old Crow, except I'm pretty sure that wasn't the brand being advertised. Anyway, the guy looked a lot like Ted McGinley, with towsled hair and this masculine set to his jaw and a hairy chest, and boy did I have a lot of fun as a fifteen-year-old, masturbating my erect penis while I looked at that picture and hoping that I'd grow up into a hairy masculine man just like that.]}

Men with bodies that were solid and mature-looking, yet still rugged and youthful. Men with hairy chests. Men with stubble on their faces. Men whom no one would mistake for boys. And as I got older, my masturbatory fantasies kept on looking forwards to manhood, not backwards to lost youth. It was kind of a thrill when I turned 30; I'd finally caught up with the demographic that I'd been lusting after for all these years. Now, 77 is a leetle outside my ideal range when I'm building a man in my head to masturbate over, but I think it's fucking hot that this guy is still enjoying his masculinity just like I do. And imagine -- if you figure that on average, a boy has started ejaculating by age 13, this guy was spurting semen out of his hard fucking dick before my own father had even popped out of the womb! Makes me wonder how much sperm this man has ejaculated in aggregate -- gallons? hogsheads?

I've modified the Blog template to include some permalinks over there on the sidebar to the right. Chronic Penis Masturbators is a Yahoo! group with what must be the most self-explanatory name of all time. Clubstroke is one of the first sites I ever found that was expressly about masturbation (as distinguished from porn sites that are merely fun to visit while jacking off). Man2Man Alliance is an absolute must-read; the creator of the site has the singularly ambitious goal of changing the way that mainstream society and gay subculture(s) think about sexual contact between males. Finally, Masturbation NYC Hook-Up and NYJacks are two sites where I've personally had some luck finding buddies in my area for in-person penis rubbing.

_{If you'd like to recommend additional sites for inclusion in the sidebar -- especially other geographic-specific sites, since obviously not everyone reading is in the NYC area -- drop me a line (click below, and be sure to replace [at] and [dot] with the appropriate characters) or leave the URL in the comments section, and I'll check it out.}

Since I've been asking for reader comments, I guess I should acknowledge a few of responses that have really gotten my jeans tented up like fuckin' Barnum & Bailey's. One dude calling himself NYCGooner writes:

Gooning on dick is my single favorite pasttime. I would love to be with another buddy(ies) and to sit back together and revel in the joys of manly masturbation. Talking about penis. Showing the penis. Stimulating the penis. Smelling the penis. Tasting the penis. Loving the penis. Edging the penis. Rewarding the penis. Showering in manseed as we shoot our hot loads of cum over our bodies.

That's a man who's definitely operating on the same wavelength as I am. It's funny that most people think of ''penis'' as a prim little word from high school biology class, but for some guys -- including me, as you've probably noticed -- the word is absolutely fucking charged with eroticism in a way that terms like ''cock'' and ''dick'' aren't. Don't get me wrong; I'm infatuated with those words, too. But there's just a certain... ne znayu chevo* about the word PENIS. Maybe it's because of the biology-class associations that the word is hot. Jane Goodall isn't gonna write ''the male chimpanzee rubbed its dong against the tree limb''; she's gonna say p-e-n-i-s. Thus, hearing it subconsciously reminds us human males of our animalistic nature, our sub-rational, aggressive, primitive male rutting urge, and it ain't hard to figure out what's arousing about that. Well, that's my first attempt at a hypothesis, but whatever the tangled psychology behind it, I think it's one groovy-sounding word.

Another comment I enjoyed:

a man's driving force is between his legs...that's why he'll do anything to protect the hairy orbs n to make sure that the main vein drains em off as often as possible...a man's pride n joy...watch any dude in action...whether he's fuckin, jackin off r gettin blowed n chances are he's got his eyes closed - he doesn't care about his partner - she - he - drop-dead-gorgeous r bone ugly - pussy r palm...what matters to him...ALL that matters to him is that throbbin piece between his legs and the manly charge that's buildin up in the balls behind it...

That says it all, guys.

_{* Russian for je ne sais quoi. Apparently, boycotting all things French is the latest way to show your Yankee Doodle spirit, and I'm just trying to pull my weight. Buy bonds!}

Let's see -- 85 unique responses to the poll so far, with 88% saying that you've engaged in mutual penis stroking with a buddy before. Hot to know that plenty of you guys have experienced the dick-stiffening pleasure of holding and rubbing another male's throbbing, precum-covered erection.

6% of you haven't taken it to that stage yet, but say that you've watched a guy masturbating and displayed your erect penis to him in person. If anyone cares to ring in on the comments section for that post with the poll question, it would be interesting to know if the guys who gave that answer were sitting across the room from your buddy while you put on a show for each other, or if perhaps the two of you were in adjacent stalls in the buddy booths of an adult bookstore, hornily feasting on the sight of a hard cock sliding through a man's pumping fist just on the other side of the glass, hoping you'd get to see him ejaculate his hot cum all over the window.

Just one guy said that he'd never done in-person buddy masturbation but was interested in trying it; all I can say is ''Dude, if you ever get the chance to try it, you won't be disappointed... it's so fucking hot when two horny men can share the experience of enjoying their hairy fuckin' male erections in person.''

No one so far has said that he enjoys buddy j/o in chat rooms or over the phone, but has no interest in trying it for real some day. Finally, 5% identified themselves as ''new to the idea.''

It's great to get responses from so many of you; I hope you guys will stick around and help me make this a fun place for us masturbating males to bond in the celebration of HARD THROBBING PENIS.

Now, here's another set of questions for the readers -- this time, answer by clicking on the comments link below, and remember that you don't have to supply a real name or an email address if you prefer not to. I'm curious to know (a) what your age is, (b) your city of residence, and (c) whether right now you're masturbating your erect dick, as I figure some of you might be reading this from work and can only give the hard bulge in your pants a surreptitious squeeze under the desk for the time being. Don't be shy -- come on and share some hot penis talk with me and your fellow readers, buddies.

Totally in edging wonderland now. Naked. Fully, ragingly erect. Left hand moving down to cup my hairy nuts, then up to tweak my nipples and stroke the fur on my pecs as the right hand strokes a constant rhythm on my rigid penis, which glistens with Albolene and precum. (Although I've been eagerly licking the precum off my fingers and savoring the aphrodisiacal taste of nature's own lube whenever another drop appears at the tip of my thick cockhead.) On the small TV in my bedroom, a much-viewed tape shows a hairy-chested, crewcut guy with a USMC tattoo jacking off in a restroom stall. From time to time, I take a hit from the yellow poppers bottle with the lightning logo, and grimace in bliss as the roaring sensation goes to my erect penis and my head simultaneously -- closing my eyes and imagining how good it would feel to have a buddy here with me, his stiff dick throbbing against mine as sweaty chests slide together, hairy legs entangle, hot panting breath exhales against a stubbled jawline as we cuss out our ecstasy: ''Love to feel your hard fuckin' cock throbbing against my big nuts, dude.''. Guys being goddamn MEN together, unselfconscious to be naked and erect and with a buddy who's as horny as you are, that's what it's all about.

P.S. Since I know the provenance of the picture linked above, I should give credit where it's due -- it's a regular chat buddy of mine who goes by the handle marinedik and has his own yahoo group for worshipful admirers. His style's just a wee bit different from mine, but he's one freakin' dedicated Penis Masturbator.

Settled in for an evening of penis pleasure. I've got some whiskey for slow sippin', the lights in my bedroom are dim, music's playing, tub of Albolene at the ready, plenty of mood-setting stuff to look at, and a nice solid hard-on tenting up my boxer briefs. And as a reader put it in the comments section earlier, maybe the hottest part, the thing that really makes me horny, is ''thinking about how there's so many other guys doing the same thing right now.''

Well, well! I started publicizing this blog on various masturbation sites less than 24 hours ago, and already I've gotten about a dozen positive emails about it from horny men out there. Getting an erection in my jeans right now as I type this, just imagining all those different guys stroking their rods while they read my stuff here. For me, there's simply no greater pleasure than bonding with other dudes over the universal male pleasure of a good stiff dick and a juicy load of semen all over your belly and chest at the end. So, if you like this site, spread the URL around, and leave some comments (you don't have to give your real name or email if you prefer to be anonymous) telling me and other Brooklyn Jack readers about the details of your lust for erect penis. While I'm on the topic of reader feedback, I thought a nice cheesy poll might be a good way to add a little interactivity to the blog. If I knew CGI from Shinola, I'd whip up a nice custom job that would combine radio buttons with a text fill-in field and tabulate reader demographics like age, location and orientation. But, being a humanities major, I'm forced to rely on some fugly freebie software I found with Google, as seen to the right. So, match up the questions below with the appropriate answer and exercise your right to vote, horndogs! Since you're read this far and didn't close the window as soon as you saw the picture over in the right sidebar, I'm guessing you've got at least some fascination with seeing another guy's dong all fucking hard and begging for a firm hand to stroke it. But how far do your interest and actual experience go? Pick the one answer that best applies: (A) I've engaged in mutual masturbation with another man before (i.e., jacked each other off or rubbed your lubed-up erections together) (B) I've stroked dick with another man, but there was no touching -- just watching each other flog the log (C) I've never masturbated with another man, but am curious about trying it in real life (D) I enjoy masturbating with other men in a ''virtual'' setting (i.e., online chatting, Webcamming, email trade, phone, etc.), but don't really see myself carrying it further than that (E) Actually, I'm pretty new to the whole concept of man-to-man masturbation UDPATE: This poll has now closed. The final tally is...

I jacked off twice this evening. First time was after my kung fu class; we'd done a lot of work on traditional forms at a pretty moderate pace, followed by sparring. I got into the ring three times -- the first two times with other beginning students, and the third time with ''Dave,'' one of the advanced students.

I'm not using his real name because I've got to admit that the guy has popped up in a few of my masturbatory fantasies, in addition to being a sort of idol of mine out of all the guys in the class. I mean, I'm not obsessed with the dude, but Dave and I are the same height, both in our early 30s, and have similar frames, with the most obvious differences being that (a) his upper body is a lot better developed, and (b) he's got years on me in terms of technique and speed and agility and, well, the whole shebang, basically. So I kind of mentally picked him as a benchmark that I should aspire to reach as I practice.

And I guess that's why I started working up j/o fantasies about him -- mainly just wondering what he looks like totally naked (I've seen him with just his underwear in the dojo's changing area; he has a really great chest that's about as hairy as mine, but much more solid looking). And what his dick looks like -- how big does it get when it's erect, and all that. He seems like the kind of man who'd be pretty well endowed, but you never know.

So, anyway, tonight in class I got to spar with Dave -- he was obviously slowing down since I'm a beginning student, and I managed to land a few (controlled) punches. All the while we're circling each other, I'm staring him right in the eyes, trying not to telegraph my embarassingly slow kicks and punches by looking at the target. He's a handsome guy, we're both pumped and sweaty, and even as I'm panting and trying not to get clobbered, there's some little part of my brain that would like to wrestle with him, skin-on-skin, feel his muscles against mine. Of course, I really couldn't pursue that little train of thought right then and there, because I'm trying to concentrate on blocking his attacks without going into girly flailing mode -- if you've never done any kind of sparring before, coordinating your two arms so that you don't inadvertantly create an opening or get tangled up is harder than it looks. So, anyway, the class ends and I come home -- pumped up and also feeling particularly horny.

I put my kung-fu clothes in the bathroom sink with some hot water and detergent to soak -- this way they won't stink when I go to my next class and I don't have to do a full load of laundry. Slip into a pair of flannel pajama pants; I like walking around this way, shirtless, when I'm home alone, as I am this evening. I start admiring myself in the full length mirror that hangs in the front hallway -- I'm kind of a stocky, barrel-chested guy, but my upper body has never been well-defined. It's improving, though, now that I'm doing the kung fu, which means a regular pushups regimen. So all of a sudden I notice I've got muscles I didn't know I had, and I start feeling myself up in front of the mirror -- flexing my pecs as I run my hand through my chest hair, caressing the nipple. ''Oh, man,'' I think, ''I'm a fucking stud!'' Then I laugh at my narcissism, but damned if I'm not getting off on it as I continue to check out my muscles in the mirror. Then I think back to sparring with Dave earlier in the evening, and oh man, I feel that familiar stiffening in my pajamas. I head for my bedroom, grabbing a beer on the way, because I am definitely in the mood to masturbate now. There's a mirror on the back of my bedroom door, and I'm squeezing my stiff dick through the pajamas as I pose again -- ''You're a hot fucking dude,'' I say to my grinning reflection. I've always been, outwardly, a modest and self-effacing man, and it feels good to just worship my own masculine body like this, and to believe what I'm saying, because the exercise really is improving my physique.

I turn a little so that the tent raised in my pants by my raging erection is more visible in the mirror, and I just admire how hot that looks while my hands are feeling the fur on my chest and the developing muscles. ''I fucking love to be a man,'' I think. ''I love my body, my muscular, rough, hairy, sweaty, masculine body, especially my powerful cock...''

Shit, this narcissism thing was really working for me! I kicked off the pajama pants, finally... had to get my hard-on out, had to see the hard fucking meat bob and throb in the mirror. Pushed it down and let it spring back up -- yeah, it was a strong fucking erection. Finally wrapped my hand around the shaft. Oh, yeah, you know that moment when you first grab your rigid cock after not jacking off in a while? And you just want to utter a little prayer: ''Thank you, whoever's up there, for giving me this beautiful stiff dick to stroke whenever I need some pleasure in my life.''

Then I thought back to sparring with Dave, and oh man, did I take a running jump at the caboose of that train of thought from before. Imagining him and me getting pumped and sweaty, sparring, until finally we collapse into each other, damp and panting, and I can feel his skin next to mine, and then I feel something hard rubbing against my thigh, and we begin thrusting, the stubble on his chin grazing my neck as I reach down to squeeze his erection.

A few minutes of that fantasy and blam, I let go a big load of sperm all over the mirror. That was the first time I came tonight. Then I sat down at my computer and started typing this, recalling what I'd just done -- and hence the need for a second j/o session tonight!