Just a Guy

Well, I think I did okay on the exam. We'll see... This being unemployed for such a long period of time... well there are days I totally enjoy it, others when it becomes tedious and still others when you have a tendency to simply want to give up looking for work. It reminds me a bit of the movie Larry Crowne with Tom Hanks and Julia Roberts. He's unemployed and goes back to school, she's teaching creative writing classes. He's single (divorced or widowed), she's married and tired of supporting her unemployed husband. She confronts the husband and says she knows he does nothing but surf porn and masturbate all day long. At first he denies it. Then he says, "I'm just a guy, who's a guy, being a guy!"

Beautiful, honest sentiment. Several months ago, my own wife, rather than being confrontational, said with a wicked grin, "Eh, you surf porn and jack off all day, don't you?." I took the direct route: "Well, not all day... I do other things; clean the pool, make phone calls, make dinner."

We're just guys, who are guys, being guys... The man-berries get full and start to ache, the cock gets hard, and the hands find their way. Well, to be honest, the nuts don't necessarily have to ache. But that boner pops up, raging stiff, bulging against the zipper, it gets to twitching, and pre-cum spots our pants; or the thought pops into our head, 'Gee, a nice long, slow, session of playing with my cock would feel nice'. Guys just figure, "Why not?" and go for it. It's a great way to pass the time and it certainly doesn't adversely affect anyone or anything.

So, Ladies, understand that our jack off habits have nothing to do with you. We're just being guys...