Date: Fri, 27 May 2011 11:57:27 -0400 From: Paunfarr Faeree Subject: Missing Wood Some part of my brain was aware of the alarm clock ringing, enough that some involuntary control reached over and turned off the incessant beeping. The same part of my brain forced an eyelid open just enough to see the time on the clock read 5:00 am. It was an ungodly hour to wake up, but some part of me understood that today was Friday, ending an ungodly grueling week at work. Tomorrow I could sleep in, but not this morning. I was hot, too many covers leaving my body covered in a light sheen of sweat. I pushed the covers down and remained laying on my back, refusing to hop out of bed just yet. My left arm brushed against my husband's back as he lay on his side next to me, facing away. He was the lucky one; he worked out of the house and didn't have to crawl out of bed until nearly 8:00! My hand briefly caressed his ass, sliding a finger over the rise of his butt and teasing the cracking leading down to his man-hole. I didn't want to wake him, and figured if I were to fuck him it just might wake him from his slumber. His breathing didn't change nor his body moved as I lightly touched him. I moved my hand away to touch my cock. It was soft and this, more then anything, woke me more then anything. I thought to myself "Why don't I have morning wood? I thought all men were supposed to wake up with wood?" But my stubborn penis lulled limply under my fingers. I lay there rebelling against the time, against the responsibility that nagged at me that I should be getting ready for work. I started to wonder about the biological components of morning hard-ons and trying to figure out why my wood was "missing" this morning. Was morning wood the result of erotic dreams? Or the bodies need to "exercise" my blood vassals thereby filling up every nook and cranny to make sure they all were in working order? Was it the gentle rubbing of sheets against naked flesh throughout the night? Perhaps some masculine aphrodisiac produced in the sweet glands of sleeping men that aroused them without even thinking of sex? What was the real cause of morning wood, and why didn't I have it? Hello! I was suddenly aware that my lazy fingers were no longer touching a flaccid penis, but rather a quickly growing erect cock! Maybe my dick had been asleep too? But it was most certainly waking up now! My hand caressed down my meat to my balls and tugged on them softly, my cock responded in kind stretching out into its most solid state. My hips rose slightly off the bed as the feeling chased through my body. My arm and legs briefly touched my husband next to me and I heard a soft moan from his sleeping body. Still asleep, but some part of him was vaguely aware that I was there. My right hand moved over my abdomen, running my fingers through the hairy nest surrounding my navel while my left hand gripped my cock and gently pumped it. The sensation was alien, as if it wasn't my hand, or my cock, both sensations vaguely numb from sleep and giving me the illusion that someone else was jerking me off. My body moved like a wave as the feelings moved from my toes, up my legs, over my hips, up my stomach, rose up my chest and washed through my head. Like a gentle wave each stroke was moving through me in gentle flows of pleasure. My sleeping husband's body could no longer ignore the quiet motion next to him and his hand reached back to touch my leg. His fingers curled in the forest of hair on my leg as he felt the waves of pleasure moving through me. He wasn't awake yet, but I had no doubt his body was sensing me and probably getting a hard on of his own. Not wanting to wake him, I changed hands so my left arm wouldn't keep pumping next to his back. My right hand took over while my left reached out to touch the curve of his ass. My cock throbbed even bigger as I touched his skin, as if it was begging for me to plunge into his hole and seek the depths of his body whether he was awake for it or not. My hand gripped full fingered around my dick, noting how hard and full it had become. I couldn't remember the last time I'd came and only now realized how badly I needed this release. My hand pumped up and down, with each downward stroke feeling my balls pulled up tight to my body, anxious to release their cargo. My knees bent so my hips could rise with each thrust, my husband's wandering hand moved from my thigh to seek out my aching balls. The touch of his fingers on me brought a gasp to my lips. My left hand left his ass and briefly, tenderly touched my right nipple. My nipples are always very sensitive, and during rough lovemaking I like a LOT of attention to them, up to and a little beyond pain. But right now, with my husband's hand gently touching my balls, my right hand furiously pumping my rock hard cock, all it took was the least touch on my nipple to push me over the edge. My cock exploded and I felt the volley hit my hand touching my nipple, felt globs of hot cum slam into my upper chest and with each pulse of the orgasm the subsequent spew of jizz moved down my chest and stomach coating me with cream. Tremors vibrated through my body head to toe as the pleasure of my pent up sex washed over me. My husband's hand moved up to caress my still hard but rapidly softening, cock. From his breathing I knew he was caught between wake and sleep. He'd wake up fully in a few hours and vaguely remember something pleasurable, but not quite be sure what. As my own breathing slowed to normal and my body relaxed his hand released me and moved back to his side of the bed. He was asleep again. And I was going to be late for work, but it was worth every minute of it. I guess this means I wasn't "missing wood" this morning, but it simply slept in a bit too.