as sleepy as he was,
he still had a hard-on...
and everyone knows what wins in that circumstance...
the hard-on!
of course.
by the time he was able to get up and out of bed n start cruising the internet for a hook-up, he had almost talked himself into just spending the night in bed, alone...but then, there it was, that never ending itch in his nut sack, the overwhelming twitch in the base of his cock that tingled to the head n back, and the non-stop scratch in his groin that told him that
even if he wanted to sleep tonight,
it just wasn't gonna happen...
as he went to the bathroom, he passed the coffee table, which he almost knocked his knee into, and when he looked down, there it was...a copy of some gay photo book that his friend had given him, called J/O by that super-fag joe oppedisano...soooo gay, he thought, but picked it up n walked it into the bathroom, maybe use it for "reading material" while he got ready. and that was the last anyone heard from him that night...
he apparently stayed holed up in his bedroom with that book, and it's like, he's forgotten all about the real world, real men, real sex...but, he's always smiling, and his cock seems happy too, so, i guess as long as he's happy n alive, he's in good hands, well, i mean, he's in his own hands,
but, he's in good company.
