Shooting On Myself

Woke up this morning and smiled as I ran my hand across my chest, feeling the glazed-donut crackle of the dried semen that I'd feverishly rubbed all over my torso last night -- oh fuck oh fuck workin' this big hard male cock yeah pump that fuckin' fist, Jack, yeah gonna feel that hot jizz from my fuckin' hairy nuts oh yeah I love being a man love my erect hairy dong love to see other dude's stiff dicks love to masturboooooooooooooh FUCK! -- even as my right hand was still milking the last few spasms of cum out of my twitching erection. Usually I'll reach for a towel and wipe up after I ejaculate on myself -- nearly always has to be on myself, though once in a while it's fun to aim my erect penis horizontally and let it go all over the hardwood floor, trying for a distance record. But last night, after a nice long Yahoo chat with a buddy, I was just in the mood to leave the slippery mess of semen on myself, to smell the bleachy aroma of male pleasure as the spooge dried on my chest hair, knowing there were many millions of living sperm cells from my own heavy, man-sized testicles still thrashing around for something to fertilize in the larger cum-puddles that hadn't cooled yet. Anyone else know what I'm talking about?