A New Day

He wakes. Alone. Morninglight.  Birds chatter and flap by the window. This early and it’s already hot. He’s already hard. The sheet tented over his stiff prick.

He reaches down and scratches. Plays fingertips over the shaft and tip. Licks dry lips and groans.

Hot shower, soap … rubbing, stroking. One fist around his shaft the other squeezing the base, cupping the balls. The water pounds his back, sluices down his legs. He moans with the pleasure of thinking about warm soft flesh. Wet folds of pink petal, hot and fat with blood.

He imagines his cock splitting the folds, entering the dark hole. It’s too much for him. He releases into the shower stream. Jerks and grunts, spurts a few more drops.

Toweling off, the clock tells him he’s late already.

“What a way to start the day.”