sunday morning in bed

i woke up from a naughty dream, i do wish i could remember who or what it was about. i do remember that delicious feeling of my morning wood. and today it was hard and proud. if i had to describe it as a real tree, it would be the mighty oak today.

i rolled on my back, looked down and just admired it. flexing my muscles and making it twitch up and down. feeling it from the base up to the crown of the head. i am amazed when it gets this hard and yet the right touch can make it
flex and expand a litle more. i stroke it, twisting my hand as it goes up and down the length. i can hear your soft breath, you sucking in as your fingers touch your pussy. a slew of naughty words from my mouth
and your breath becomes more ragged. i silently grunt and jerk, slow and hard. in my mind i can hear the buzz of your vibrator in the background and the gasp in your breath as it touches your sex. i
squeeze out a little lotion, rubbing it over my cock,making it slick, just like your pussy would if i could fuck it. i pick up the pace, feeling my sac, feeling it pull up against my crotch. jerking harder
and faster, i can hear your ragged breath, whispers of “fuck me” escape your mouth. i hear your moans and groans, as today all i can do is silently grunt in my head, wanting to cry out. the faster i tug,
the words race through my head that i want to spill out to you – how i want to fuck you, what that pretty pussy is like, what a naughty little slut you are, how i will fill you with my come. i can feel the
come start to move through me. the head of my cock is sensitive. that time where i could make it last a little longer, but i haven’t come in days and i need to today. i wait until i can hear you tell me to “come
with me, come with me”. with a barely audible whimper, i jerk my cock, my legs spread, and play with my balls, squeezing them to make sure i get every bit of come. i look down to watch the come fly out of me and
land on my stomache. i can feel my come making its way out of me. my muscles around my cock flexing forcing out the first spurt, then a second and third, until it is dribbling on my pubic hair. i keep on
jerking my overly senstive cock, thinking about how if it were in you, you would flex those pussy muscles and keep me hard. i slow play with myself as i drag my finger through the sticky, warm, and stringy come. slowly i write your intials in it. when done with the last letter, i take a bit on my finger tip and taste it, mmmm a little salty and there is something else, but i have never been able to fully describe the taste, but so good.

then as they say all good things must come to an end as i hear the wife creaking up the stairs to take her shower.