Pissing Around And Wasting Time At The Speed Of Light

I got stoned and spent the day online... I took a sickie. Wanking mindlessly staring at the computer screen, sometimes it is good for you. No, it is. Guy's should blow, it stops prostate cancer, keeps you well. I like a cock and a face in the same shot, though, call me old fashioned. I don't get off just staring at a penis. Well. Smile. Not normally. I smoked a mountain of joints. I drank a meal replacement shake.

It is the stoner, sex addicts' best friend. I can't dare get hungry when I'm stoned, otherwise I get the munchies something chronic and I start eating all day. And who can't prepare a chocolate milk shake? Hands in the air. It quenches the munchies and you don't have to waste time looking for food.

Lunch in five minutes. I drank it as I watched men masturbate.

When I was really good and stoned, I turned on my camera and I wanked for all the other guys. First time... other than that time with Daniel. It was okay. Sexy. Hot. Left me feeling sweaty and stinking of BO and a bit shaky, afterwards.

Grimace. It was a warm day.

I think I'm a meet in the flesh and touch kind of guy.

Sexy is the way he says things. The way he smiles. The way he laughs. What his eyes say to me. His attitude. His arse when he bends down to pick up the napkin at dinner.

None of which you get if you put a computer in between the two of you.