I'm in my last phase of packing, but I'm taking a break because I've been so fucking horny since last night. Had a memorable chat with a guy who lives down in Northern Virginia, where I'm preparing to move on Tuesday. He said he's been a fan of the site for a while and was "thrilled" when I said I was going to move down there. Fucking cool -- I'd been kinda stressed out about moving, for all the usual reasons that get under most people's skin when they're about to pull up stakes and head to a new city. But the anticipation of hanging out with this guy, who really seems to understand why cock-to-cock masturbation excites me so much, has me so cheerful that I was actually whistling earlier while folding clothes into cardboard boxes from the liquor store. Perry Como's ''Hot Diggity Dog Ziggity Boom What You To Do Me,'' was the melody I whistled, 'cause I had such a grin on my face from imagining this dude's stiff penis all warm and hairy against mine. Anyone who'd seen me would've thought that I'd fallen through a wormhole from the Eisenhower administration. Wow, I'm so looking forward to going down there now...

Oh, yeah... you guys might want to check out a couple of URLs that were recently posted on Clubstroke. It's genius -- someone has meticulously sequenced all these digital still photos together like a flipbook to create animated .gifs of hard cocks getting masturbated. The flickery silent-movie quality of the resulting motion has a charm that you don't get with actual video clips, and of course it's just plain hot to watch those thick male erections lovingly carressed by a dude's hand. Anyway, the two related sites are Tireless Hand and Erection Photos. I just know the creator of the site must be one seriously dedicated 'bator. Enjoy!

Hey, almost forgot -- I got so excited during a chat with a different buddy last night that I was inspired to make my own animated .gif after the examples linked to above. Check it out (113K).

P.S. I've actually gotten a couple of other interesting offers from masturbators in NoVA, so it looks like I'll be having plenty of fun in the coming weeks...

Special delivery

It's Friday. My last Friday in New York City. I guess I can officially rule out my fantasy of inviting the burly UPS guy in for an afternoon of beer and masturbation. As though to taunt me, a series of JPEGs in which a UPS deliveryman does something extremely unprofessional showed up today on one of the Yahoo! groups I'm subscribed to. (I'd tell you dudes which one, except that the group is no longer accepting new subscriptions, so there's no point.) Look at all that fucking chest hair! Say, if I ever flip out and become a would-be transsexual serial killer -- ''It rubs the lotion on its skin or else it gets the hose again!'' -- this fella's torso would make such a comfy bathmat, dontcha think?

Just kidding.

Near perfection

I haven't been blogging in the past few weeks, and my libido has slumped just a bit because of the stress associated with moving. But that doesn't mean my penis has been entirely idle. Last week I had a repeat encounter with the guy from the Buddy Sleeve story. It was -- wow -- one of the hottest experiences I've ever had with a j/o buddy; as I told the guy, it set a new standard excellence as far as I was concerned. He wasn't into kissing, which would've made it absolutely perfect for me, but he was really into cock-to-cock. I'm talking about a profound appreciation for the feeling of unity and connection that a man can only feel by rubbing his erect penis against the penis of another masculine guy -- as he put it, ''it's like our cocks are mating, man.'' Exactly. Of course, I'd known before that he and I were both C2C enthusiasts, but this time it went to a whole new level. As an added bonus, he introduced me to a little maneuver that I'd never even thought about before -- namely, sucking each other's toes while masturbating, which I found surprisingly enjoyable. I know he reads this blog, so this post is kind of a going-away present from me to him -- I know he'll get off reading it.

Anyway, here's the email I sent to him just a few hours after he'd gotten dressed and left my place:

Hey, Jim --

You are one hot motherfucker! So incredible to get together with another man who truly understands how hot cock-to-cock is. And the toe-sucking thing was brand-new to me but it felt so amazing when we were dick-to-dick, balls-to-balls, head-to-foot sucking on each other's toes like some yin-yang of male flesh. The surprising thing is that I'd always assumed that sucking toe like that was some sort of submissive thing, but I didn't feel that way at all. It was like "Here we are, both of us secure enough in our malehood and with enough respect for each other as men that we can give each other this ecstatic pleasure with our hard dicks and hairy nuts full of sperm, and by worshipping a buddy's foot."

I wish I could've shot a load all over your fucking dick, but sometimes the pot has that effect on me. I'm sure gonna spurt some hot semen all over myself at some point today, remembering how good your bone felt rubbing against mine.... feeling those erections throb together. Two horny men all fucking boned up from seeing and stroking each other's stiff hairy cocks. Oh fuck... I'm getting so hard as I type this. I may shoot a load sooner than I thought. Dude, I loved the feel of total connection with another man when we were lying on the mattress, double-jacking our two hard male dongs while sucking on each other's feet. We were completely united through our erect cocks.

Okay, now I'm sitting here masturbating. Might as well... I really want to shoot a load. For you. I wanted to shoot my sperm all over your dick, let you feel the hot load you'd worked out of my balls. Or better yet I'd want to ejaculate on your chest... love to see a buddy's chest hair splattered with my hot white semen.

Oh, man, I'm so fucking hard again now. Jacking my hard penis whenever I'm not typing. Remembering the taste of your throbbing cock in my mouth. It's been a long time since I had such an intense craving to suck a j/o buddy's dick like that. I love cock-to-cock so much and usually that's what I stick to, but when I saw your stiff dong rubbing around my chest, your piss slit closing over my nipple like your cock was nursing on me, I just wanted to feel your dick with my tongue. The tongue is more sensitive to textures than the fingers and I had this need to feel all the details of your hard cock with my tongue. And I wanted to use my mouth to give your fucking man cock some intense pleasure.

Hey, you know what? I'm gonna turn on the camcorder and shoot myself masturbating while I type this... then I'll capture some still pics from the video to send you so that you'll be able to see my spermload.

So I'm masturbating on camcorder now. For my buddy Jim... I want you to get so fucking hard remembering the feel of my erect penis against yours. I can't say too many times that it's SO GOOD to find a buddy who is deeply into dick-on-dick.

Man, still bating my hard dick for you and totally on the edge. But I need to take a break and get something to eat because I've still got the munchies so bad from the pot. I'm gonna send this now so you'll have something to read if you're home, to get you in the mood to stroke out another load into your sleeve. I'll send you another email later after I've shot my cum on camera for you.

NYC: 1, Me: 0

Hey, guys---

I got a worried message from a reader today asking if everything is all right, since the blog has gone silent again. Well, I'm fine, obviously; the reason I haven't been posting is that I've been getting ready to relocate from Brooklyn to the fair suburbs of Washington, D.C. The job market in NYC is still pretty bad, and freelancing has gradually taken its toll on my morale. So, basically, I'm about to start over with some new scenery. I still want to keep this blog going, though -- not only because I personally love masturbation so much but also because so many dudes have written to say ''Wow, this is exactly what I've been looking for.''

And I'm gonna stick with the Brooklyn Jack name even after I've moved south, because -- well, ''Brooklyn'' has a certain cachet that you just don't find in suburban Virginia.