Today, my penis has felt, like the rest of my body, very alive. It's kind of like a horny feeling, but less prurient. Lots of gay thoughts kept jumping into my mind throughout the day, you could say, because I was kind of planning a long masturbation session for the evening, since I had no plans, which added to my cock's life force today. My cock holds such a central place in my sexuality, and especially my homosexuality. So of course for the last 10.5 hours (5pm-3:30am), I have had to pay some serious attention to my lovely penis, while looking at and reposting gay porn and writing about gay sexual things on Hip. Yes, my cock drives my behavior, and sort of overdrives it. I am such a slave to my gay/bi cock. But I'm not sorry about that. I love my cock, and my cock loves me. The only thing I regret is that my mind thinking about the extra weight that my body is currently carrying makes me less desirable, so I've been masturbating instead of hooking up with a real guy. Men out there deserve my cock. My cock was made for other men, so I should be sharing it with them. That would've made my cock much much happier this evening. Yes, I would say some of its earlier life has drained from it, feeling disappointed that it's spent 10.5 hours being edged in my hand instead of in a guy's mouth and ass.