Somewhere In Between

hmm Jason, you and your erection haven't turned forty yet have you?If you don't use it you might be without it one day.I'd love to go shopping with you, even if it is just to see the flames leaping from your "burning erection" as it leads you from the frozen vegetables to the fresh meat section.Perhaps I will just catch the train and watch your make out sessions in the hope you will have more than just a "stupid smile" to wipe off your face.What a delightful tease you are.

I check the blogs every day, just waiting for posts like this!Every day, I simply find that Camy's still deathly ill. Oh, wait, that's an old post. He's probably back thrumming now. But how would we know?But that post is the only thing that's been there to read, so I see it, hang my head and go elsewhere for entertainment.And then, today, I get you! Hurray!Man oh man, we need more of you, Jason. These posts are wonderful, but way too rare.Here's hoping things slow down at work, and you have more time to spend on writing and tending to your long unbeaten appendage. Or maybe you can find someone to help you out there. And not a shocked old lady, either.C

I don't know if you are lucky, or cursed. I don't recall EVER popping a boner. Mine are hard...to come by, and take lots of work to make an appearance. Course even if I get one, a hard steely 3.5 inches doesn't show too much. Maybe that's the problem. Maybe I'm popping them right, left, and center, and don't even notice it.