Miserable, sodden weather today in New York -- not a brisk spring shower, but just a cold, interminable drizzle. On the bright side, what better excuse to hole up in my bedroom for some quality time with Li'l Brooklyn Jack, who's begging to get out of my khakis right now. Just squeezing the erection through my pants right at the moment -- no sense rushing things; sometimes it's nice just to let the tension build, to feel your hard penis strain against your zipper for a while, knowing that when you finally open your fly, there's going to be a dark wet circle of precum on your underwear. Sometimes even enough that you can dab up a drop with your fingertip and taste it... savor the salty signal from your dick that it's ready to be played with, that it wants the firm grip of your hand, that it's time to do what every man loves. But for now I'm just going to keep enjoying the swollen hardness through my pants, and picturing you as you sit their with that erect dong in your hand, buddy, deliriously masturbating while you look at pictures of other dudes displaying their rigid manhood, and imagining what it would be like for you and me to put our stiff penises together...