He lay there in the morning past five quarter, the darkness of the morning only broken by the ray of light coming from the window. Everything was still. Everything was quiet with only the buzzing of the electric fan and the rustling of the unfinished papers on top of the desk are to be heard.
His body, white, toned, and fit still cast upon the shadows like a silhouette in hiding. I move my eyes slowly from his chest to the bulging tent inside his briefs, feasting on the sight. I know he waswake and I would know for he always gets up at five quarter. But this morning he was still, lying in bed waiting for something to happen.
A morning delight is all he needs, I thought. And he’s gonna get it. I approached him and worked my way, fondled his chest and his nipples so pink and erect. Slowly, my fingers started to travel from his chest, traversing the trail led by thin strands of hair. As it approaches the elastic garters of his white briefs, my fingers entered one by one, teasing him. My fingers make their way inside the skimpy place feeling his smooth throbbing manhood as I caress the bush of hair around it.
The overriding rush of heat once again resurge upon my whole body against the near freezing dawn weather. It was unbearable to take my sight from this beautiful work of art. I cupped my finger around his manhood and started stroking it slowly in up and down. He was enjoying it, grunting something like a moan filled with ecstasy. One of the addictions he can’t resist.
I started beating faster and faster. His breathing got heavier and more and more inconsistent, holding his breath and letting out a deep exhale added to the thrill. Until finally he went into climax, his back arched withdrawing this pelvis behind until he found himself beating his dick faster and faster, restraining himself from moaning with pleasure as thick early morning milk spurted all the way to his chest.
He lay there alone in the same position, his breathing getting shallower against the stillness of the room with his limp dick...satisfied again by his own hand.
“Some people start their morning with a prayer, I start it with an orgasm.”
-Mikel