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Early Rising

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 22 Sep 2001 1 comments
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by sechsvier@yahoo.com I wake to the six o'clock news. As I lazily ingest the not very engaging information, I am vaguely aware of an earlier "piss hardon" but feel no great emergency now. I'm glad about that, because i am not yet ready to get up. The news is followed by a Chopin Etude which gently lulls my senses. It's summer and warm, but I still have a sheet covering my hairy naked body, because the 3:00 a.m. cool is still in the air. As my mind drifts through the musical notes, my hands are drifting idling over my body. I become aware of my cock resting betwen the thumb and index finger of my right hand with the remaining fingers fondling my low-hanging balls. I stop drifitng and begin to consciously squeeze my dick, feeling the pleasure of my foresking slipping over my still soft prick. I slip my index finger into my long sheath and begin to tickle my glans and cum hole. Rubbing the outer skin, my finger serves as a partners skinny dipper, sensually arousing the nerves on the inside of my hood. My balls are tightening, my prick growing pushing my finger out. I release my grip and watch the growing tent pole beneath the sexy satin sheet. I remember one of my pen pals who always jacks off under the sheet to watch the turbulence. The idea turns me on and my cock hardens fully. I grip that pole in my warm fist. I beat. first slowly, then rapidly. The sheet billows and snaps making the sound of the wind whipping the furled but untied sails in a marina. The whole of me responds to the vison,the action, the music, the whomp of the sheet. Shall I shoot? No. I slow down. I begin to carress my now tight balls, tickling my palm with the stiff hair protruding fro the tightly wrinkled sphere. I run my hands over my body, chest, feeling the hair, rubbing the tits, fingering them and rolling them, lick my lips and suck my thumb, run my hands down my legs and inner thigh. I find the groove from cock to ass and finger it gently, moving to hard hairy cheeks and finding, at last, my tight puckered asshole. I rim it and tickle the rosette, gently insert the tip of my roaming digit, squeeze my asshole tightly and grip that cock-like intruder. Suddenly the sun breaks over the trees, silhouetting me on the far wall. I recall when the trees were so small I could see three miles to the railraod and watch the lights in the coaches of the "Phoebe Snow" as struggling engines pushed and pulled it up the moutain on its way to Niagra Falls, bearing the sex-hungry honeymooners. I do a few Kegels and watch the tent pole now fully erected cause the sheet to bounce . The image on the wall is huge and my eye travels from fact to fancy. I laugh out loud at the one exercise that gives such pleasure. I throw back the sheet and watch the huge maypole against the wall, I seize it and jerk fast, fingering my bung hole. Shall I shoot? Not yet. I roll out of bed, reluctantly, but quickly become engrossed at my figure in the mirror, hard cock standing tall against a still flat belly. No six pack, but flat and taut in contrast to the drooping aprons or Nine-month bulges of my contemporaries. I glimpse my ass reflexcted by the mirror on the other wall and tease myself with the vison as I hump my fist madly. Not Yet! Down the stairs, with my cock bouncing with each step, into the kitchen, switching on the coffee. I gio around the house opening windows. I watch a buck with tall antlers nibbling on my shrubs. Nibble this, you fucking buck, I say and wave my rod at him. He looks up, bored, goes on nibbling. Fuck off! I shout and he jumps, truns and bounds off into the woods, followed by his doe and fauns. I laugh and go back to the kitchen, fill a mug with cogffee and go out the the chaise longue on the patio and stretch out in the now hot sun. As I sip, I explore my body, admire the brown sun-tanned skin and follow the lighter line sshowing where my trunks cover me at the beach. Only a bit lighter though because the patio is my "nude beach". Suddenly the urge to piss becomes overwhelming and I let go. Ay first only a thin stream issues forth, but a my cock softens a little, a crystal fountain surges up. The golden liquid showers my throat and runs down my armpits. As the pressure lessens, the warm piss fills my belly button and runs down between my legs and even into my crack and ass hole. Oh how good that warm liquid feels and the sexy aroma of fresh piss! I'm so turned on, I grasp my prick in my fist and quickly stroke it to full hardness. I can't stop now, I beat harder and faster. My fist is a blur. OOh fuck, I shout, cum cum baby, give me that load dicky boy, bathe me in the man milk. OOOOOOOOH yes, now! The first shot lands on my mouth and chin, the next two on my neck and pecs. Finally the cream just dribbles from my hot hole, runs down my dick and pools on my belly. I lick the cum off my lips and off my fingers as they clean my chin. I rub the piss and cum into my body inhaling that heady aroma of man milk and piss. I relax a bit, savoring all these sensations, then up and grab the garden hose. I wash off with the invigorating cold water. Once clean, I wash down the chaise and patio. The warm sun quickly dries me. Back into the house. I snatch up my duffle bag, stuff it with shorts and shirt. I pull on a jock strap, gym shorts and skivvy. Out to the car for the gym. I get into the car anticipating a tough workout and then the sauna and maybe a horny stud who will come home with me for a loll on the beach and some other fun. Driving into town, I pull up along side convertible, waiting for the light to change. I wink at the stud in the car and rub my crotch greedily. His hand goes to into his lap and he licks his lips. The light changes, he jumps forward and I make my right hand turn. Hey the whole day lies ahead. Stay down little Dick. Lots of living is "up ahead."