Dick of the day

This was waiting in my inbox when I finally dragged my carcass out of bed on this fine Sunday mor-- uh, afternoon. Blank Subject: line; no accompanying comments; just one damn appealing length of throbbing male meat that is, I assume, attached to a Brooklyn Jack reader. I'd awoken with some fierce morning wood and the pleasant flashbacks of a quite unexpected and completely exhausting roll in the hay last night -- about which I'll be writing later, believe me -- so I appreciated having this tasty eye candy on my monitor as I slowly massaged my rigid penis and gulped down some freshly brewed joe...