Hi guys,
It is now late Friday afternoon close to 5 p.m. in our nation's capital. The day began a cool note when I left my apartment at dawn early this morning to go to an appointment. Then I returned home to do some housework and surf the web on my first day of vacation. A little while ago this afternoon, I did my weekly laundry. I am now relaxing with sips of sherry.
Exhibitory beauty, that is how I describe the human body at rest. This refers to both sexes, because there is a genre of painting and drawing that focuses upon the human body in repose, both male and female. Nothing more beautiful can be that of a naked man or woman in repose. With a woman, her buxom matronly body with well-shaped, full breasts. With a man, his strong, virile body, complete with his genitalia, his penis and two testicles (scrotum) in repose. Such natural, unspoiled beauty which was exhibited by our First Parents in the Garden of Eden, cf. Michelangelo's paintings in the Sistine Chapel in Rome. The Italians in the Renaissance had it right. They were not ashamed of the human body. The human body in their estimation was both the creation and reflection of the Creator, the Good Lord.
But beauty also has an active form of the human body in motion. It is always refreshing to see young women in athletic attire jogging through the streets of the inner city. Here many women wear jockbras (or jogbras) which keep their breasts supported and in place. Such garments are analogous to jockstraps and compression shorts many guys wear in athletic competition.
I give two examples of men with whom I shared a living space many years ago. The first was Martin who was my roommate during my sophomore year in college. He had a lithe, athletic body and while he didn't have a handsome face, he certainly had a smoldering sexuality in his body. He was a long distance runner and played soccer. We also engaged mutual masturbation and sucking each other's cock several times. He was a missionary kid, whose Anglo American father married a Brazilian mother, because Martin had a swarthy countenance which I found appealing. His circumcised penis was also swarthy and his glans! A deep purple, so suckable. Sadly our sexual encounters were hurried and fleeting and afterwards he was so guilt ridden which caused us to break up as roommates. But Martin told me when he was growing up in Brazil, he and his Brazilian friends engaged in cock sucking as something normal and pleasurable.
The second guy was Tom with whom I shared an apartment during the last six months of my graduate school years before coming to live here in DC in 1978. Tom had both a handsome face and body. He too was a long distance runner. Tom had a beauty both at rest and in action.
The circumcised penis has these two types of beauty. The flaccid penis in repose is beautiful in its unobtrusive rest, whereas the erect penis salutes and rearing to go. It displays an active beauty which gives delight and pleasure to its owner and his partner in the sex act.
Take care.
Having lived in Washington, DC since 1978, I am alert to the effect that the season of spring is both fleeting and transitory from winter to summer. So it is this afternoon at 5 p.m. The official temperature is 80 degrees, but it feels more like summer. URGHH!!! Summer!!! Washington, DC style!!!
Friday, April 25, 2008
Sexual fullness-- and boing!!!
Hi guys,
ca. five a.m.:
Every healthy male certainly from adolescence and throughout his life exults in his sexuality. Most days, even when he is very busy with work-a-day life, he appreciate his male body. For me, such times happen early in the morning when I bathe and shaving. During those times, I am buck naked. I have been very fortunate in recent years, certainly since 2001 when I embarked on some years of professional, graduate study. Going to class, doing the class assignments, writing research papers, and taking examinations, all this acted as a tonic on note only my psyche but also on my body. I pursued this program of study at the Catholic University of America, a wide open campus, which Pope Benedict XVI visited recently a good week ago. I enjoyed my experience there and it was a bittersweet experience when I graduated on May 13, 2006. Since then, I have kept up with my daily walks here in DC and my wide reading.
In the twelve noon hour:
I had wanted to continue my discourse from above, but a guy out in California IM'ed me on Yahoo then. Turns out that he is uncircumcised and wants to undergo circumcision soon. I pointed him to www.circlist.com web site, which is perhaps the best web site devoted to circumcision here in the USA. I hope he can get in touch with David, the web site owner, who owns a medical supply business, who himself was circumcised a good five years ago in his early 40's. David takes young men under his wings and steers them towards this life-changing procedure. I hope David or someone else can point my friend on Yahoo IM to a urologist near him in Southern California.
For this entry, I speak of the "sexual fullness" every male feels from adolescence onward throughout life. This "sexual fullness" is localized in a male's genitals, especially his seminal vesicles and ampullae where spermatozoa and seminal fluid accumulate. When such organs become full, they send subtle indications to the male consciousness that a guy has to take action through sexual activity. Hence "sexual fullness" many guys feel is the root of horniness. It is the heart of being a horndog. A guy has this itch that is localized in "having balls filled with cum" and that sweetness that every dedicated masturbator, jackoff artist, feels in his penis as he touches it. Every touch "down there" inflames him, pours fuel on the fire in his loins and groin. He wants to either jack off or fuck.
I am not sure if I will "go all the way today". I may instead go ahead and do some housework, perhaps lie down for a long nap this afternoon. I guess the stresses of my workplace have gotten to me lately. But still there is that sweet itch "down there" that needs to be satisfied, perhaps later on.
More later. Take care.
P.S. Here is a good article on seminal vesicles on wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seminal_vesicles
P.S. II. But there is an end result of sexual fullness that is loaded up in one's groin, one's loins, and that is the woody that goes boing!!!
ca. five a.m.:
Every healthy male certainly from adolescence and throughout his life exults in his sexuality. Most days, even when he is very busy with work-a-day life, he appreciate his male body. For me, such times happen early in the morning when I bathe and shaving. During those times, I am buck naked. I have been very fortunate in recent years, certainly since 2001 when I embarked on some years of professional, graduate study. Going to class, doing the class assignments, writing research papers, and taking examinations, all this acted as a tonic on note only my psyche but also on my body. I pursued this program of study at the Catholic University of America, a wide open campus, which Pope Benedict XVI visited recently a good week ago. I enjoyed my experience there and it was a bittersweet experience when I graduated on May 13, 2006. Since then, I have kept up with my daily walks here in DC and my wide reading.
In the twelve noon hour:
I had wanted to continue my discourse from above, but a guy out in California IM'ed me on Yahoo then. Turns out that he is uncircumcised and wants to undergo circumcision soon. I pointed him to www.circlist.com web site, which is perhaps the best web site devoted to circumcision here in the USA. I hope he can get in touch with David, the web site owner, who owns a medical supply business, who himself was circumcised a good five years ago in his early 40's. David takes young men under his wings and steers them towards this life-changing procedure. I hope David or someone else can point my friend on Yahoo IM to a urologist near him in Southern California.
For this entry, I speak of the "sexual fullness" every male feels from adolescence onward throughout life. This "sexual fullness" is localized in a male's genitals, especially his seminal vesicles and ampullae where spermatozoa and seminal fluid accumulate. When such organs become full, they send subtle indications to the male consciousness that a guy has to take action through sexual activity. Hence "sexual fullness" many guys feel is the root of horniness. It is the heart of being a horndog. A guy has this itch that is localized in "having balls filled with cum" and that sweetness that every dedicated masturbator, jackoff artist, feels in his penis as he touches it. Every touch "down there" inflames him, pours fuel on the fire in his loins and groin. He wants to either jack off or fuck.
I am not sure if I will "go all the way today". I may instead go ahead and do some housework, perhaps lie down for a long nap this afternoon. I guess the stresses of my workplace have gotten to me lately. But still there is that sweet itch "down there" that needs to be satisfied, perhaps later on.
More later. Take care.
P.S. Here is a good article on seminal vesicles on wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Seminal_vesicles
P.S. II. But there is an end result of sexual fullness that is loaded up in one's groin, one's loins, and that is the woody that goes boing!!!
Spring has sprung!!!
Hi guys,
Spring has finally arrived here with verve and gusto after a weeks of wintry weather which seemed to want to hang on and not let go. We have had one of the wettest winters I can remember. Through March and the first part of April, we have had days in which there was a penetrating coldness which banished any thoughts of spring. But the winds are now coming from the southern direction and the sun is making itself felt. So mother earth has responded with vibrant greenness everywhere in flourishing grass and leaves on trees and bushes.
Often the male has to deal with winter in his own life. Most often in modern-day America, he lives in perhaps a large metropolitan area and has to encounter long work-a-day commutes and a demanding work life at the office. He may likely encounter this in a testy relationship with his boss. A couple evenings ago, I had a long telephone conversation with a good friend on such testy relationships. Once again I run the risk of sounding sexist, but many men may agree with me that women make worse bosses than men. That may be true ; it also depends on the personality of the boss.
But I live aside issues at work in this posting, except to say that there changes, some major, afoot at work. I continue my job search for a more rewarding job elsewhere. Later today I plan to buy a notebook to put down my thoughts about life in general and my work life in particular.
Spring has sprung!!! I have begun a four-day vacation away from my workplace. I want to enjoy spring time here in Georgetown and the azaleas in bloom in the central courtyard of my apartment upon which my apartment faces. My windows are open to the spring breezes. Building management a week ago rewarded me with prompt service in installing three new sets of window blinds in my apartment. I am now in business. This weekend I hope to spend some time in throwing out old papers and magazines.
Spring has sprung!!! People have shed their winter clothing and these days are donning looser and skimpier summer clothing. The last few weeks on my days off from work I have been wearing Under Armour Heatgear in smart colors. All this acts as a heady tonic on loins and groin. Right now I am wearing a heather gray C-IN2 terry cloth jock underneath a pair of navy-blue BIKE coaches shorts. My RIC'ed penis and his two bros are happy and excited in this combo.
Take care.
Spring has finally arrived here with verve and gusto after a weeks of wintry weather which seemed to want to hang on and not let go. We have had one of the wettest winters I can remember. Through March and the first part of April, we have had days in which there was a penetrating coldness which banished any thoughts of spring. But the winds are now coming from the southern direction and the sun is making itself felt. So mother earth has responded with vibrant greenness everywhere in flourishing grass and leaves on trees and bushes.
Often the male has to deal with winter in his own life. Most often in modern-day America, he lives in perhaps a large metropolitan area and has to encounter long work-a-day commutes and a demanding work life at the office. He may likely encounter this in a testy relationship with his boss. A couple evenings ago, I had a long telephone conversation with a good friend on such testy relationships. Once again I run the risk of sounding sexist, but many men may agree with me that women make worse bosses than men. That may be true ; it also depends on the personality of the boss.
But I live aside issues at work in this posting, except to say that there changes, some major, afoot at work. I continue my job search for a more rewarding job elsewhere. Later today I plan to buy a notebook to put down my thoughts about life in general and my work life in particular.
Spring has sprung!!! I have begun a four-day vacation away from my workplace. I want to enjoy spring time here in Georgetown and the azaleas in bloom in the central courtyard of my apartment upon which my apartment faces. My windows are open to the spring breezes. Building management a week ago rewarded me with prompt service in installing three new sets of window blinds in my apartment. I am now in business. This weekend I hope to spend some time in throwing out old papers and magazines.
Spring has sprung!!! People have shed their winter clothing and these days are donning looser and skimpier summer clothing. The last few weeks on my days off from work I have been wearing Under Armour Heatgear in smart colors. All this acts as a heady tonic on loins and groin. Right now I am wearing a heather gray C-IN2 terry cloth jock underneath a pair of navy-blue BIKE coaches shorts. My RIC'ed penis and his two bros are happy and excited in this combo.
Take care.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
RIC'ed baby boomer recreation
Hi guys,
"I wrote the body of this posting on Saturday afternoon, April 19, nearly a week ago."
There is nothing so wonderful, so pleasurable as the weekend. In our hectic, work-a-day society these days two days away from the workplace in most people's minds are much anticipated and yearned for. Unfortunately for most of us, we have errands to run and chores to do around the house. I, for one, in a little while have to go a shoe store to purchase a new pair of shoes.
Humans, being social animals, who are through our evolution and our societies have long lifespans compared to most other animals. Earning a living is necessary for our individual survival throughout life and for the maintenance of the wellbeing of society. Generally most adults work eight to nine hours a day. Unfortunately in present-day American society, most people to commute to their workplaces, which add an additional two-three hours to their daily routines. Next comes the hours between each work shift and commute spent mostly at home. That includes time with spouses or partners and children. A good night's sleep is also important. Generally most adults here in the USA sleep five or six hours per night, perhaps more on the weekend.
But recreation is very important in one's life. Social activities with family and friends or just having fun on the town both enrich and relax. Athletic activities or working out at the gym are a vital form of recreation. Many people, including myself, enjoy times of solitude in quiet reflection and meditation which restore the spirit. Humans since the beginning of civilization have found value in various forms of worship as a group. Such worship solidifies the bond one has with the Divine and with other humans.
Lastly it must be said that sex is a form of recreation that is affirming to both the individual and his/her partner. One should note the root meaning of recreation. Indeed sex has been here on planet earth for millions of years, having its origin in the division of cells. As animals became sentient, they developed instincts for survival, protection, and reproduction of the species. Most animal species procreate at set times of the year. But I venture to say that higher animals, especially primates, and certainly humans, have feelings of love towards their mates. Hence you could say that sex is creation in its vitality, procreation. One also hears the adage, "Love makes the world go around." How true! Love brings humans together. Ideally, as dictated by most religions and societies, love is the expression of union, consummated in the sex act, coitus. But throughout the millennia of the human species, humans have had sex out of physical need alone. Males in most societies have been portrayed as horndogs, perpetually horny, with sex on their minds. A few months ago, I read an article that said that human males are hardwired for sex because in the midsts of time, males had to impregnate as many females as possible for the perpetuation of the species. Also many males enjoy each other's sexual company. For them nothing is more thrilling than sexual expression with each other and the concrete working out of their sexual drive.
Every male has this realization of this fundamental urge, this sexual within himself from his earlies years. He loves to touch himself "down there." This awareness blossoms and comes to fruition in adolescence when most males not only discover their rapidly maturing bodies, but what their penises can do for them in masturbation. Many males as they get older get over their guilt about masturbation. Their penis becomes their teacher and guide.
I am writing this section Friday morning April 25 in the 4-5 a.m. hour. Just now I hear Father Robin singing his morning song even though dawn is a good hour afar off.
There is nothing sweeter or more affirming than the recreation a male finds in his own penis through masturbation. There are several prerequisites for this recreation, the most being unhurried leisure. Taking time with your one-eyed buddy between your legs is perhaps analogous to having a serious date. Couples enjoy this in the conversations that they have in dating. Often such conversations will occur over dinner at a restaurant or having an ice cream sundae at an ice cream shop afterwards. Invariably fun is involved. Often for serious couples this interaction turns toward the physical in the expressions of affection for one another. Kissing, necking, caressing, petting, etc. One touch leads to another. The kissing becomes more insistent and passionate. Couples, especially those in a marriage relationship, will find those dates lead to coitus, fucking. How sweet!!!
The same is true with a male and his penis. From earliest years, most males realize this vibrant relationship they have with their cocks. For them, myself included, jacking off is one of the best forms of recreation imaginable :-)
Take care.
"I wrote the body of this posting on Saturday afternoon, April 19, nearly a week ago."
There is nothing so wonderful, so pleasurable as the weekend. In our hectic, work-a-day society these days two days away from the workplace in most people's minds are much anticipated and yearned for. Unfortunately for most of us, we have errands to run and chores to do around the house. I, for one, in a little while have to go a shoe store to purchase a new pair of shoes.
Humans, being social animals, who are through our evolution and our societies have long lifespans compared to most other animals. Earning a living is necessary for our individual survival throughout life and for the maintenance of the wellbeing of society. Generally most adults work eight to nine hours a day. Unfortunately in present-day American society, most people to commute to their workplaces, which add an additional two-three hours to their daily routines. Next comes the hours between each work shift and commute spent mostly at home. That includes time with spouses or partners and children. A good night's sleep is also important. Generally most adults here in the USA sleep five or six hours per night, perhaps more on the weekend.
But recreation is very important in one's life. Social activities with family and friends or just having fun on the town both enrich and relax. Athletic activities or working out at the gym are a vital form of recreation. Many people, including myself, enjoy times of solitude in quiet reflection and meditation which restore the spirit. Humans since the beginning of civilization have found value in various forms of worship as a group. Such worship solidifies the bond one has with the Divine and with other humans.
Lastly it must be said that sex is a form of recreation that is affirming to both the individual and his/her partner. One should note the root meaning of recreation. Indeed sex has been here on planet earth for millions of years, having its origin in the division of cells. As animals became sentient, they developed instincts for survival, protection, and reproduction of the species. Most animal species procreate at set times of the year. But I venture to say that higher animals, especially primates, and certainly humans, have feelings of love towards their mates. Hence you could say that sex is creation in its vitality, procreation. One also hears the adage, "Love makes the world go around." How true! Love brings humans together. Ideally, as dictated by most religions and societies, love is the expression of union, consummated in the sex act, coitus. But throughout the millennia of the human species, humans have had sex out of physical need alone. Males in most societies have been portrayed as horndogs, perpetually horny, with sex on their minds. A few months ago, I read an article that said that human males are hardwired for sex because in the midsts of time, males had to impregnate as many females as possible for the perpetuation of the species. Also many males enjoy each other's sexual company. For them nothing is more thrilling than sexual expression with each other and the concrete working out of their sexual drive.
Every male has this realization of this fundamental urge, this sexual within himself from his earlies years. He loves to touch himself "down there." This awareness blossoms and comes to fruition in adolescence when most males not only discover their rapidly maturing bodies, but what their penises can do for them in masturbation. Many males as they get older get over their guilt about masturbation. Their penis becomes their teacher and guide.
I am writing this section Friday morning April 25 in the 4-5 a.m. hour. Just now I hear Father Robin singing his morning song even though dawn is a good hour afar off.
There is nothing sweeter or more affirming than the recreation a male finds in his own penis through masturbation. There are several prerequisites for this recreation, the most being unhurried leisure. Taking time with your one-eyed buddy between your legs is perhaps analogous to having a serious date. Couples enjoy this in the conversations that they have in dating. Often such conversations will occur over dinner at a restaurant or having an ice cream sundae at an ice cream shop afterwards. Invariably fun is involved. Often for serious couples this interaction turns toward the physical in the expressions of affection for one another. Kissing, necking, caressing, petting, etc. One touch leads to another. The kissing becomes more insistent and passionate. Couples, especially those in a marriage relationship, will find those dates lead to coitus, fucking. How sweet!!!
The same is true with a male and his penis. From earliest years, most males realize this vibrant relationship they have with their cocks. For them, myself included, jacking off is one of the best forms of recreation imaginable :-)
Take care.
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
I want it so bad II (Reunion of lovers)
Hi guys,
There is that ache, that yearning every guy feels for his beloved, that becomes sweeter, more insistent and urgent, that ache that borders on sweetness/pain that separation increases every passing day.
For sexual partners, true lovers, such separation makes consummation in sex, coitus, fucking, all the more beautiful and powerful. Lovers reuniting after periods away from each other mostly likely take time to enjoy each other's company. Say if a husband returns from a long journey lasting days and months, his wife will make him feel at home and give him the comforts of house and hearth. What I am saying is that rest is necessary after the privations and exertions of a long journey.
Such was my experience a few hours ago when I returned home from an exhausting day, exhaustion produced from a short yet intense unit meeting that I had to attend late Tuesday morning. It is past midnight on early Wednesday morning. I feel refreshed and hopped on the Internet for a while.
Invariably when I use the Internet at home, I am presented with a smörgåsbord of sexual images and articles. I go mainly for photographs of the naked male, often in the phase of sexual arousal. Such males are mostly circumcised. For articles on sex, I go for those that are informative and believable. The same is true with pornography, which I don't read too much. I enjoy old fashioned suck and fuck stories, with little kink as possible.
Monday night I came across an article on the Net entitled "Edging -- enhancing your orgasm". This article was written for both men and women. The section devoted to men was twice as long as that for women. Even though I am gay and my sexual preference is for other men, men can derive great benefit from reading the section devoted to women.
This article turned me on a great deal, because I have learned very much from my RIC'ed penis, his two brothers and ancillary organs as a devoted masturbator. But I could not act upon the impulse for some loving. Work and its issues have been on my mind the last few weeks. While the situation has not been resolved, there is a lull or truce, as I suppose happens to other employees in similar situations all over the world.
Right now I am wearing my sweats. It is cold tonight and the radiator is emitting its early springtime heat. Oh I am so horny. I have been playing with myself, no, not in full-fledged masturbation, jacking off, beating my meat. Masturbation, jacking off, beating meat, are action words. This is nothing passive in these words. It is what a male does on himself in such powerful sexual play. Masturbation is analogous to coitus, fucking, where good, old-fashioned sex the man takes the active, superior role in the traditional missionary position.
For a good hour, I have been only caressing my penis, lightly squeezing and teasing my glans. Damn, I haven't porked off in so long that my Munsingwear Kangaroo Pouch briefs are moist with precum.
I have been glancing at the edging article for time to time while composing this entry. This article fills me with excitement because my RIC'ed one-eyed buddy is also pulsating with excitement. I am caressing him in my sweats. There is a delicious sweetness in this excitement, of the anticipation of the main course of the bate.
Finally I let my buddy out to play. He is jumping with excitement. There is nothing so beautiful as the release that comes through orgasm and ejaculation of semen, which just happened now!
Take care.
P.S. Written 5/17/08 a.m. Here is the URL of the excellent article on edging:
http://www.orgasmedging.com/edging.htm
There is that ache, that yearning every guy feels for his beloved, that becomes sweeter, more insistent and urgent, that ache that borders on sweetness/pain that separation increases every passing day.
For sexual partners, true lovers, such separation makes consummation in sex, coitus, fucking, all the more beautiful and powerful. Lovers reuniting after periods away from each other mostly likely take time to enjoy each other's company. Say if a husband returns from a long journey lasting days and months, his wife will make him feel at home and give him the comforts of house and hearth. What I am saying is that rest is necessary after the privations and exertions of a long journey.
Such was my experience a few hours ago when I returned home from an exhausting day, exhaustion produced from a short yet intense unit meeting that I had to attend late Tuesday morning. It is past midnight on early Wednesday morning. I feel refreshed and hopped on the Internet for a while.
Invariably when I use the Internet at home, I am presented with a smörgåsbord of sexual images and articles. I go mainly for photographs of the naked male, often in the phase of sexual arousal. Such males are mostly circumcised. For articles on sex, I go for those that are informative and believable. The same is true with pornography, which I don't read too much. I enjoy old fashioned suck and fuck stories, with little kink as possible.
Monday night I came across an article on the Net entitled "Edging -- enhancing your orgasm". This article was written for both men and women. The section devoted to men was twice as long as that for women. Even though I am gay and my sexual preference is for other men, men can derive great benefit from reading the section devoted to women.
This article turned me on a great deal, because I have learned very much from my RIC'ed penis, his two brothers and ancillary organs as a devoted masturbator. But I could not act upon the impulse for some loving. Work and its issues have been on my mind the last few weeks. While the situation has not been resolved, there is a lull or truce, as I suppose happens to other employees in similar situations all over the world.
Right now I am wearing my sweats. It is cold tonight and the radiator is emitting its early springtime heat. Oh I am so horny. I have been playing with myself, no, not in full-fledged masturbation, jacking off, beating my meat. Masturbation, jacking off, beating meat, are action words. This is nothing passive in these words. It is what a male does on himself in such powerful sexual play. Masturbation is analogous to coitus, fucking, where good, old-fashioned sex the man takes the active, superior role in the traditional missionary position.
For a good hour, I have been only caressing my penis, lightly squeezing and teasing my glans. Damn, I haven't porked off in so long that my Munsingwear Kangaroo Pouch briefs are moist with precum.
I have been glancing at the edging article for time to time while composing this entry. This article fills me with excitement because my RIC'ed one-eyed buddy is also pulsating with excitement. I am caressing him in my sweats. There is a delicious sweetness in this excitement, of the anticipation of the main course of the bate.
Finally I let my buddy out to play. He is jumping with excitement. There is nothing so beautiful as the release that comes through orgasm and ejaculation of semen, which just happened now!
Take care.
P.S. Written 5/17/08 a.m. Here is the URL of the excellent article on edging:
http://www.orgasmedging.com/edging.htm
Friday, April 11, 2008
I want it so bad
Hi guys,
I want it so bad. There is that fullness in my loin and my genitals, that sweet itch that every guy feels when he has gone without sex for so long.
My one-eyed RIC'ed buddy between my legs wants it so bad too. I am fully dressed in my casual office clothing: dress shirt, a new pair of bluejeans, and underneath a clean pair of Munsingwear Kangaroo Pouch briefs. My circumcised penis is semi-erect in its confinement, yearning to be let out. But I can't because in forty-five minutes I have to leave for work.
There is that sweetness that is localized in my glans, the shaft of my penis, cumtube, testicles, prostate. Damn, I am horny and randy, with sex on my mind. He's excited too, and I betcha the meatus of my cock is oozing precum. But it will have to wait, this date, this going all the way with my buddy, till later, perhaps tonight if I am not too tired, or tomorrow Saturday.
It is said that forced delays and separations, makes the reunion of lovers even sweeter and more passionate. This is certainly true with a man and his penis, in the solo sex that he has with his penis, the essence of masturbation.
Take care.
I want it so bad. There is that fullness in my loin and my genitals, that sweet itch that every guy feels when he has gone without sex for so long.
My one-eyed RIC'ed buddy between my legs wants it so bad too. I am fully dressed in my casual office clothing: dress shirt, a new pair of bluejeans, and underneath a clean pair of Munsingwear Kangaroo Pouch briefs. My circumcised penis is semi-erect in its confinement, yearning to be let out. But I can't because in forty-five minutes I have to leave for work.
There is that sweetness that is localized in my glans, the shaft of my penis, cumtube, testicles, prostate. Damn, I am horny and randy, with sex on my mind. He's excited too, and I betcha the meatus of my cock is oozing precum. But it will have to wait, this date, this going all the way with my buddy, till later, perhaps tonight if I am not too tired, or tomorrow Saturday.
It is said that forced delays and separations, makes the reunion of lovers even sweeter and more passionate. This is certainly true with a man and his penis, in the solo sex that he has with his penis, the essence of masturbation.
Take care.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
A Saturday afternoon meditation upon circed Penis
Hi guys,
Portions of this entry were written on Saturday April 5.
Another glorious Saturday morning near sunrise. The days are getting steadily longer and warmer. But there is that wintry chill in the air.
Last Sunday evening in the midst of lingering wintry chill and showers, the Washington Nationals played their inaugural baseball game in their stadium in Southeast DC near the waterfront. I think that Major League baseball players are the sexiest players here in the USA. Many players were raised in the heartland of America, many of them RIC'ed, I bet.
All this hearkens me back to my boyhood because my late dad was a baseball fan. The team he rooted for was the St Louis Cardinals. My dad was a Little League umpire in my hometown for many years. That is how fetish for jockstraps and athletic cups started. My dad wore a navy blue umpire's uniform, chest guard, face mask, and underneath an athletic supporter. His jockstrap was a men's large Johnson & Johnson Blue Ribbon athletic supporter.
My late dad, whom I love even now even though he has been deceased since December 26, 1990, had an athletic body even in his old age. He suffered hardening of the arteries the last five years of his life and attendant dementia, but even then his body, and would have to say his mind and soul, was ever youthful. I noticed this readily the last time I spent with him shortly before he was committed to a rest home, due to the ravages of old age. I inherited both his athletic physique and his sexual endowment. But it is much more than mere physiology because I also inherited his "soul" through our commonalities in religion, spiritual, love of nature and classical music. That is very important. By sexual endowment, I mean that our organs of generation are almost alike, even our bulbous, mushroom glans. Hint, hint!!! -:)
My late dad, I believe, would not be embarrassed or ashamed by the estimation of his loving son in the least in this post. Over the years many people have mentioned that I have taken after my dad in many, many ways. When I take my long walks here in Georgetown in the early mornings and admire the urban natural wonders, my dad comes to me in spirit. I think of his virile, athletic body, his unashamed buck nakedness when he would come home from work to change into his umpire uniform to officiate Little League baseball games in my hometown summer evenings. He was in a rush, dashing through the house, stark naked, his RIC penis and testicles flopping about to don his jockstrap and umpire's uniform. My dad was so free, so unashamed, though as a prepubescent, I wanted to hide for shame. But now, I shall always remember his RIC'ed penis, the organ of generation that brought me into the world.
My dad my entire life was a St Louis Cardinal's baseball fan. I found that odd because of the New York Yankees and the Boston Redsox, which teams baseball fans in Connecticut invariably rooted for. So dad, if you are looking down from heaven, know that you have a son who eternally loves you and esteems you. Know that you live on in your three sons, all RIC'ed, and who love you eternally in their special ways.
Thom. in DC
Portions of this entry were written on Saturday April 5.
Another glorious Saturday morning near sunrise. The days are getting steadily longer and warmer. But there is that wintry chill in the air.
Last Sunday evening in the midst of lingering wintry chill and showers, the Washington Nationals played their inaugural baseball game in their stadium in Southeast DC near the waterfront. I think that Major League baseball players are the sexiest players here in the USA. Many players were raised in the heartland of America, many of them RIC'ed, I bet.
All this hearkens me back to my boyhood because my late dad was a baseball fan. The team he rooted for was the St Louis Cardinals. My dad was a Little League umpire in my hometown for many years. That is how fetish for jockstraps and athletic cups started. My dad wore a navy blue umpire's uniform, chest guard, face mask, and underneath an athletic supporter. His jockstrap was a men's large Johnson & Johnson Blue Ribbon athletic supporter.
My late dad, whom I love even now even though he has been deceased since December 26, 1990, had an athletic body even in his old age. He suffered hardening of the arteries the last five years of his life and attendant dementia, but even then his body, and would have to say his mind and soul, was ever youthful. I noticed this readily the last time I spent with him shortly before he was committed to a rest home, due to the ravages of old age. I inherited both his athletic physique and his sexual endowment. But it is much more than mere physiology because I also inherited his "soul" through our commonalities in religion, spiritual, love of nature and classical music. That is very important. By sexual endowment, I mean that our organs of generation are almost alike, even our bulbous, mushroom glans. Hint, hint!!! -:)
My late dad, I believe, would not be embarrassed or ashamed by the estimation of his loving son in the least in this post. Over the years many people have mentioned that I have taken after my dad in many, many ways. When I take my long walks here in Georgetown in the early mornings and admire the urban natural wonders, my dad comes to me in spirit. I think of his virile, athletic body, his unashamed buck nakedness when he would come home from work to change into his umpire uniform to officiate Little League baseball games in my hometown summer evenings. He was in a rush, dashing through the house, stark naked, his RIC penis and testicles flopping about to don his jockstrap and umpire's uniform. My dad was so free, so unashamed, though as a prepubescent, I wanted to hide for shame. But now, I shall always remember his RIC'ed penis, the organ of generation that brought me into the world.
My dad my entire life was a St Louis Cardinal's baseball fan. I found that odd because of the New York Yankees and the Boston Redsox, which teams baseball fans in Connecticut invariably rooted for. So dad, if you are looking down from heaven, know that you have a son who eternally loves you and esteems you. Know that you live on in your three sons, all RIC'ed, and who love you eternally in their special ways.
Thom. in DC
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