by Bruce P. Grether During a snowstorm in Denver, I’m shirt-cocking while I squeeze and stroke my lubricated erection with intent focus and delicious deliberation. In an elegant and simply furnished hotel suite alone, I’m especially enjoying my session of Mindful Masturbation, stretched back on a little couch, my bare legs are spread wide open with feet on the coffee table. I’ve just finished recording a new video to share with the planetary Phallic Brotherhood of Men to whom

by Bruce P. Grether I’m masturbating in the predawn quiet downstairs in the house. The air outside the house is muggy and full of mosquitoes, however, indoors I’m comfortable, shirt-cocking and using coconut oil for lubrication. Caressing my erection, I walk about, I stand, I do slow knee-bends. My penis feels hard as a branch, yet it’s also the silkiest smoothest thing in existence; it’s thick and warm and intensely alive and it seems to fill the entire Universe! Part of me