"Under the covers, Argboy and Kinky Arty's morning wood tents their blankets, their cocks twitching with need. Arty, his massive tool straining against his boxers, looks at Argboy, who's already fisting his own stiff meat. 'No dilly-dallying today, man,' Arty says, 'these cocks won't wait.' They stroke, their breathing heavy, their morning routine now a race against their insistent, throbbing erections."