When I was 17 years old, I got a hard on every time I walked past a fan. Seeing s pretty girl on a magazine cover could set me off for hours. Nowadays, it’s all different. I have a relative indifference to pornography. I could have a woman donning sexy lingerie and purring coyly and I’m like “Now? I just cracked open a beer.” I guess priorities change as the production of little swimmers declines. I guess what we really need to do is figure out a way to work drinking the beer into the foreplay. That might leave both of us happy. Of course, at this age, multitasking might be too much to ask anyway.
My multitasking
doth get the better of me
I just need some rest