Started the day with a wank. Not a classic wank though. Just going through the motions really. It was one of those mornings where I wake up with a big stiffy (and, incidentally, at what point when you’re asleep dose this happen. Why do I usually wake up with a hard-on?).

Anyway, without even thinking about it my hand was down there and pulling up and down; it just seemed like the only thing to do, and then after about 2 minutes it was all over. It doesn’t seem to take very long to shoot the navel in the morning: my cock’s always hardest in the morning and in my half-woken state it seems to be easier to think those graphic images required. The point is: I think my wanking might be becoming dull and repetitive. I know it’s possible to loose the spark in your sex-life, but is it possible to loose it in your wank-life?

Now I have always thought of myself as being a good wanker. I can remember back to those amazing days of being a teenager and first discovering that your cock had a second use and being quite addicted to playing with it; those hours spent in my bedroom; trying different techniques; getting lost in a fantasy of sexual possibilities and the cute guys at school; wanking whenever and wherever: in the shower, in the park, at a friend’s, in the cubicle; how I fell in love with wanking and made it an event, enjoying the slow build up to a teenage-sized orgasm. Now it’s just part of the morning routine, if I have time; it’s looking at my watch while I’m doing it. Where wanking was once exciting, special, a bit naughty, it’s now on a par with doing the laundry or the weekly shop; one of those daily jobs to cross off the list. Is this an inevitable part of getting older? Well I’m not ready to throw the towel, or the Kleenex, in just yet. I’m going to spend some quality time with my penis and learn to love to wank again. After all, if we can’t take care of ourselves, who can?