Every day I spend some quality “me time” getting hard in my man cave. It’s a habit I have maintained since I was in my teens.
So far, my daily pleasure of getting hard has paid handsome dividends in my health, my appearance, my self confidence and my sex life. Getting hard on a daily basis also seems to discourage assholes on the street from trying to fuck with me.
My kids often sit around watching their daddy getting hard. Ever since the kids came into our lives Mrs. Hornibastard is too busy to sit and watch her husband getting hard anymore but when she did, she often interrupted my workout because she wanted to enjoy the benefits of my manly hardness.
Being the gentleman that I am, I indulged her and left her damp, crumpled and leaking fluids on one of my exercise benches as I resumed my workout.
We will never know for sure but, just based on the timing, I suspect our twins may be the product of one of these sweaty gym canoodlings.
I’m very fortunate to have a good set of gym equipment so I can get hard in the privacy of my own home.
Approximately half of my sizable, upstairs man cave is devoted to fitness equipment.
Sure, a high dollar gym would provide a wider variety of quality fitness equipment than I have upstairs, but I prefer the convenience of working out at home.
I especially like the freedom of being able to fart loudly while lifting heavy weights without concerning myself over possibly offending some shit-headed HMW who might have been within olfactory range at the time.
My periodic colonic blasts are an effective means of clearing out any members of my family in the viewing gallery, restoring my solitude and the sanctity of my man cave.


I also prefer to work out at home. I don't have a much equipment as you. I just have a stationary bike and a few light weights. In the summer I bike outside, usually 20 miles a day.