Well, I added my own contribution to the list: #alldaywood. It's what happens to those of us whose erections continue long (and I do mean LONG) past 12:00pm. It seemed like the best way to describe what I was experiencing every day.
That is, until I realized that it wasn't completely accurate. Yes, I am prone to standing at attention at just about any time of day. The fact that I have three external hard drives of porn contributes to the cause. But it wasn't like it was a CONTINUOUS erection. #alldaywood says to me that you got a little too happy with the Cialis, or you're a candidate for a trip to the emergency room. That's not necessarily the case with me. So I started looking for a deeper understanding of what I'd been feeling--and found it.
I have #workdaywood.
Unlike some people, who are at their horniest first thing in the morning and last thing at night, mine only tends to rear its head (pun intended) while I'm in my office. It starts with my nipples. My nipples are really sensitive. The slightest move sends them standing out, waiting to be played with, rubbed, flicked...and so I do. I lock my office door, become very very quiet, and pull my shirt up so I can give them the attention they seek. I roll them around my fingers, pinch, stroke, and tease. By this point it's anatomically impossible to keep my dick in my underwear, so I let it out. I slide my slacks down to expose my underwear, with spots soaked in precum. As I sit back down, I take drops of precum on my fingers and rub them across my nipples, as they become even more sensitive under the cold air and this glassy lube. I keep playing with them as my dick jumps and drips even more, wishing it had some warm, hungry mouth or ass to slide into. My head drops back and my eyes roll, lost in the forbidden feeling.
Sometimes I'll imagine that I've got a skilled bottom with a plump, firm ass laying on his back on my desk, waiting for me to open him up...stroking his dick as I make him feel every inch of me. Most times, I'll open up one of the THOUSANDS of flicks I've saved and pretend that I'm a fly on the wall, a secret voyeur, getting off on every moan and thrust of those who are performing for me. Meanwhile, it seems like my mushroom head keeps getting bigger and bigger as more of this liquid light escapes from the top, this natural spring of precum that flows down to drench my nuts. Every now and then I'll let my hand slip into the pool, scoop some of it up and stroke my dick with it, just to keep the flow going. And it does keep going. And I keep stroking. And flicking. And playing. And pinching. And jacking. Until...
You get the idea.
What I haven't figured out yet is why it's #workdaywood as opposed to any other time of day. There is nothing particularly sexy about my office. There are no cute boys with phatties they can barely keep in their Banana Republic flat-fronts. I even thought maybe it was the danger of getting caught. But let's be real: I don't work in a cubicle. I'm in an office with dark blinds over heavily-tinted windows, with a door I can lock and pretend to be on a conference call at any time of day. It's not exactly fucking by the photocopier.
Still, it's a peculiar thing. And right now, I don't care that much why it is what it is. All I wanna do is go lock my door and let my fingers get introduced to some attention-starved nipples. See you at quitting time.
