Morning Wood: Stroking My Hard, Dark Cock
Rolling out of bed, I find my cock already rock hard, straining against my boxers. I can't resist the urge to give it some attention. I strip naked and sit back on the bed, my hand instinctively going to my cock. I love the feel of my dark, veiny shaft, the way it pulses with need. I stroke slowly, teasingly, enjoying the way my balls tighten. The room is filled with the sound of my hand moving up and down my cock, the scent of my pre-cum hanging heavy in the air. I let my imagination run wild, picturing a tight, wet mouth around my cock. My strokes become faster, more urgent, my breath coming in short gasps. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing, and with a final, loud groan, I come, my cum shooting out, painting my hand and stomach. I take a moment to appreciate the mess I've made before cleaning up and heading to the shower, my morning routine complete.