[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...