Morning wood

This morning, I woke up with a stiff one, like many other mornings. Why am I then blogging today about my morning boner?

I lately did not really have time to jerk off, and I was on the verge of having a wet dream this morning. I am 23 years old. I last had wet dreams… well, I can’t exactly remember, but that was when puberty struck, I think.

I am sleeping on the couch in the living room. Grandma is in the spare room, and Uncle Johnny is occupying my room.

Uncle Johnny woke me up this morning by farting loudly and then switching on the TV.

My cock was so hard, it ached. The tip was wet and slippery with pre-cum that seeped out of the tiny piss and semen hole.

Fuck you, Uncle Johnny. I have not had sex yet, and you robbed me of a sex dream and a much needed cumshot.