Good morning
Speaking of noticing boners....
"You guys ever have one of those days when your dick won't leave you alone and you can't keep your hands off of it? Like it's hard when you wake up and it never really goes down?"
I'm sure every male has faced those days. Call it a "severe case of the hornies."
But, most likely, it's due to a really good dose of testosterone --- which is replenished while we sleep.
and contributes to the hardness of morning wood.
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Makes sense to me.
Around the house, sporting wood was commonplace and elicited no comment, except for some joshing sometimes. Jacking off was equally unremarkable. But I was lucky that, whenever the meat got stiff, I was never in a situation where I could not adjust it, play with it, or whatever it took to keep from embarrassing anyone, including myself. Guys, we all get hard when it's not convenient. Enjoy those hard dicks as much as you can.
I was a competitive swimmer in school and almost all of us were wearing tight underwear, usually “slants”. It almost always helped us hide our boners. I do remember some of the girls looking at each other and smirking when we did have an obvious boner. And they all seemed to enjoy the accidental display. I can only imagine the conversation that happened afterwards.
Nope.
Horny? Yes. Boned for long? Nope.
Wouldn't that give you blue balls???
XOXO
For me, it is days where I can not stop fondling my balls or while sitting and reading or watching the tv I can not keep my finger out of my hole.
Full moon? Or maybe the barometer goes down, speaking of, looks like the Midwest is going to get hit with blizzards and by Monday the temperature is going to be -14°F. Hugs and bisous.
When I was single and cruising the bars, I would have a perpetual chubby. When I would go out, I would wear a metal cock ring that went around my cock and balls, and I usually went commando when I went out. The ring kept everything angled outward and the denim would keep me aroused.
Then one WEEK night, I had a few too many drinks, got home late, crashed into bed, only to be woken up a few hours later by my alarm. Got dressed and scrambled to work. BIG office building in the Boston Financial district, giant men's room, had to take a wicked piss, raced into the men's room, saddled up to a urinal, whipped open my fly and my metal cock ring fell off, clanging LOUDLY on the tile floor as it bounced down the row of toilet stalls. Luckily I had the room to myself. That was the last time I wore hardware out to the bars.
When I was a teenager this happened a lot, being hard in the lockers was no big deal
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