Mailbag

Got a couple of nice letters today from my burgeoning crowd of fans; if things continue at this pace, my back-of-the-envelope calculation shows that Brooklyn Jack's First Church of the Almighty Penis Triumphant should edge out the Raelians as America's Hottest Cult sometime in mid-June. Can global domination be far away?

Anyway, one respondent writes:

^{Just found your pic folder on Yahoo ChronicPenisMasturbator profiles -- woof! [The same pictures are also available in the Brooklyn Jack Yahoo Forum, under the ''Photos'' link. --Ed.] I think what turns me on most is what's going on in a man's mind -- cocks and bodies are nice, but if I'm hangin with a true committed chronic bator, who totally worships his cock, and can't get enough, that will send a steel rod right up my pole and keep me hard and stroking for hours... Would welcome a chance to hang out with you man -- do some masturbation bonding -- with a fresh tub of Albolene close by!}

Bonding is what it's all about, guy -- buddies sharing the ecstatic experience of being men with hard cocks. Another reader -- who identifies himself as a horny and happily married octogenarian -- wrote that my poll question about semi-public 'bating made him reminisce about the wild oats he's sown over the years:

^{You reminded my of my more public exploits of years gone by. I recall discovering accidentally the men's toilet in the parking garage of at the Battery. I really entered to piss after having parked my car, and as I relieved my bladder, I was aware of activity behind me. I discovered a man in the booth handling his dick and observing my progress. I turned and after shaking those last drops I continued to stroke until I shot a load on the floor, much to my viewer's obvious pleasure. Thereafter I visited that site every time I could and on one occasion checked in around noon. The room was full of Wall street types indulging in all sorts of display. One man gripped my cock as I pissed and when I was finished he continued to stroke me. I turned do to the "crowd" and there was much crotch stroking as he jacked me to shooting.}

Well, that easily outdoes the best stories I have from my exploratory days in a certain men's room at the University of Virginia. The writer goes on to demonstrate that he and I, though born a half century apart, are tapped into the same urge that runs strong in some males -- an urge that's distinct from sexual orientation, I think, because some mostly-straight guys feel it intensely, while some gay men don't seem to feel it at all:

^{Yes it's great to revel in one's manliness with another who is equally excited about being a man!}

Amen and Hallelujah to that, brother!