A Special Morning

My cock was throbbing, just begging to be touched. No matter what I did, it stayed stoic, and my boxers stretched tight over it, which didn’t help. Lying on my stomach just made it worse because I’d end up grinding it into the bed. Even on my back, my sheets would rub against it. Eventually I couldn’t even keep my hand off it. It just felt too good. I would sit there just holding it, squeezing it in my hand from time to time to build up the blood pressure inside it. At this point I knew I wasn’t falling back asleep — I needed to cum. But it felt so good just slowly stroking my cock that I ended up edging myself. I got myself so worked up lying there in bed.