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.