Friday, March 30, 2012
Yesterday ended up being a roadtrip to a little town just across the state line to buy Mega Millions lottery tickets for my wife's boss; they, of course, were at work. What was supposed to be a 45-minute wait, turned into 5 hours-45minutes of standing in line.
The 1-hour-plus drive had me squeezing my dick to keep from pissing my pants after all the coffee I'd downed to wake up and the iced tea I'd taken with me. I kept thinking I've gotta stop...I've gotta stop...I'm gonna piss myself if I don't pull over. I made up my to do just that, take my whizz on the side of the road no matter how many cars went by, and the little town popped into sight over the crest of the hill. I pulled into the parking lot, got out of my car and...pulled my dick out of my pants in the nick of time. It's a good thing I was comando - all I needed to do was pop the buttons on my 501's. The engine was still running, a youngish couple pulled in next to me, and there I stood with my cock in my hand pissing onto the gravel. Neither one of them made any comment and I got into line right behind them.
Within the first 90 minutes of waiting, word spread that the restrooms had backed up; the system had been over-stressed. All the guys took to pissing in the parking lot I'd already christened - including the guy who'd pulled up next to me. The poor women complained it wasn't fair that we men could just go stand between a couple of vehicles, release the beast, and let it rip. But I did notice more than a few women leave the line and their heads drop down between cars, so a few of them were smart (brave) enough to squat and drip-dry.
All that whipping my cock out in public to piss and seeing all these other dudes with their cocks in their hands kinda made mine stiffen up. Early on in the drive home the roughness of the road vibrated my pecker in my pants. I opened the buttons of my jeans to relieve the pressure of it pushing against the fabric. It sprang out and that's where it stayed for the entire drive home. I'm sure more than one trucker on the interstate got a good gander at my prick poking up from between my thighs. Oh, well...I hope you enjoyed the view guys!
I was so tired and sore. My wife got home and finished dinner, we ate, and then she filled the tub up with hot water for me to soak my weary bones...and, of course, my cock added its two cents to the boneyard. I gave myself a nice, slow hand job, splattered a huge load of jizz all over myself, and relaxed for a while. More than an hour later, I rinsed the cum off, dried myself and took my still half-hard dick to bed. Slept like a baby.
Now I can only hope the numbers hit. What? You think I didn't buy a few tickets for myself since I was there? To steal a line from The Hunger Games (albeit altered a teensy bit): "May the odds be ever in my favor!"
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Okay, I know this gonna seem like a strange topic for the blog, but it's on my mind so what the fuck.
Briefs. They're on my mind. Mainly because I need to get new ones and I can't find anything that doesn't leave my crotch feeling like it's been packed into a glove three sizes too small. Why is it - especially with the male designers who you'd think would know better - there's never enough room for the equipment in these so-called "pouch" underwear?
Honestly, I've tried so many different brands and styles over the years I could've started an underwear museum. Maybe 12 years ago, I found E2U's - designed by a woman - that fit perfectly. A pouch designed specifically and precisely to fit the male anatomy. It held you in place with a light support, yet didn't scrunch your dick. They went out of business - not enough sales.
I searched for a few years until I found Skivviez brand Pouch Selection trunks. Another great fit as long as I ordered the largest pouch. Then what happens? I need more, I go back to the online store - gone!
What's a guy to do? Calvin and so many of the men designers tease you with promises of the contoured pouch for "gentle support without the scrunch." And it's bullshit. And you can forget about any room for those spontaneous boners during the day.
I can't handle boxers - don't like the goods flopping around - I'd rather go commando. But freeballin' in a pair of work dress pants isn't appropriate.
So I ask you: Who's got the scoop on a great pouch designed garment? One that will hold my cock and balls gently in place in a natural hang? One that won't make me feel like my balls are in a vice? One that won't make my cock feel like it's being crammed in?
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
...who's been back since the middle of the month. It's our old bi-buddy, Scott, over at
I've put a link to his blog on the side bar again under More Blogs.
But when he decided to stop posting he told his followers. And since I discovered that this morning, it got me to wondering what happens to some bloggers. I mean, some of my favorites have simply...stopped. Been out of it for 3 months or more. And, being the kind of guy I am, I honestly wonder what has happened. And as CoreyJo at Corey's Dark Corner can attest, my mind conjures up all kinds of awful scenarios! Have they been in an accident? Have they become seriously ill? What!?!?
Anyway, good to have you posting again buddy! You've got a great deal of perspective to offer, even though some comments are always ragging on your ass.
You seem to handle those negative comments with the proper attitude. And your posts give straight, bi, and curious guys a chance to explore and understand the way their cocks pop up for...cock. It's not unusual and there's nothing about it that's wrong. It's meant to be enjoyed.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
It's definitely what we guys live for.
Everything in between is distraction, filler. Emptying the baby batter from the balls is a man's most base instinct. It's why the other inate instincts exist in us: To drive us to survive another day so we can bone up and cum again. We seek food to sustain our bodies; we seek shelter to shield our bodies. Nature doesn't care if our balls don't produce any swimmers, our cocks get hard anyway with the urge to blast out that load. We mark and protect our territory for the purpose of achieving that most basic need: To shoot our cum. We protect our partners and spouses so they will be ready and able to receive what our cocks want to give: more cum.
A man's body can produce multiple batches of it every day so he can spread it around as much as possible. It's our sentient thought process, the ability to think and reason that stops us - well, most of us, anyway - from straying outside of the matrimonial bedding. In order to keep from spreading our cum far and wide, a majority of men take matters into their own hands on a very regular basis. This relieves the urge to go out and find a willing recipient - as man did hundred's of thousand's of years ago for thousands of years (except back then a recipient didn't even have to be willing, they just had to be there).
A faithful reader sent me a link to a blog that (from what I can tell so far, anyway) discourages men from jacking off. This particular thought process boggles my mind - especially because the blog author claims to be a man, though I have my doubts. I'm going to do a lot of reading of this blog and report my findings and impressions of what appears to be a growing movement within the extreme conservative community. A movement to reign in this base instinct in both genders unless it is for the singular and distict purpose of procreation.
|They want us to keep it soft|
|put it back in our pants.|
|and keep our hands away from it|
In the meantime, guys, I encourage you all to grab that boner and enjoy it! Nature provided it, nature urges you to use it.