Morning Pains

Haven’t posted anything like this for a while so here goes

Morning Pains
Wake up, noon. I’m at home, in bed, naked. Alone? Ye. The whole house is empty and silent. I fumble around for last nights boxers, find them in a wrinkled heap by the bed. A quick sniff before I put them on, nearly clean, they’ll do for now. Stumble to the remote and turn on the TV. I’m standing in the living room practically naked and trying to wake up. Scratch my chest, pat my stomach lean back and think about stretching. Don’t, I don’t really want to get up. The hairs on my legs stand, the living room seems chilly compared to the hot box I slept in. My bedroom window faces the sun as it rises so I fall asleep shivering and wake up in a pool of sweat. I rub my eyes with both hands and then push my left hand through my hair, give it a sniff-grease, dirt and sea salt. This is no way to start the day so I stagger back into the bedroom and fall face flat back to sleep. I’ll start over in a little while, maybe have a toss.
Half one, my boxers are strangling my nutsack. A quick reminder of why I never sleep with clothes on. Old boxers on the verge of being too small, a raised leg and a massive hard-on do not a happy sack make. Remember that next time. Idiot. Stupid lazy idiot child. I roll onto my back. Straighten, stretch and flex my legs-it feels good, I assess the power in my thighs. Good. Strong. I straighten my boxers, freeing the twins.
I gently manoeuvre my cock out of my boxers before sitting up on the side of the bed. My dick flops against my chest. I look at it with a certain amount of pride. He’s big today. I wish someone was here to see. Especially the pretty young thing that all that blood and all those muscles are dedicated to. Actually, no, I prefer it this way because…….never mind……aach I’m not bothered.
Stand. A little shaky on my feet falling forwards overcompensating and falling back onto the bed where I started. Try again. No problem this time. Drag a towel down from the door and walk down the hall to the shower. I can feel my impressive boner slowly going limp so I try to think of her, her tits, her legs, her femininity the way she moved and all the things she’d only ever done in my dreams. I slow the decline but I can’t concentrate so I just let it fall. Too tired to fantasize whilst standing up-not a good way to start the day at all.
I pull back the glass door and turn on the shower, looking at myself in the mirror while I wait for the water to heat up. Could do with a shave, maybe stand to lose some weight but at least the hair is good. The water has warmed up so I step in. I face the showerhead and close my eyes while the water wraps itself around my face and flows off my chin as if it were a hose. In that moment I ask myself when I got so lazy, so vain and so utterly passive. My answer is interrupted by the phone ringing. Fuck off, I just got into the shower, its probably not even for me. Close your eyes again. I wanna go back to sleep so I crawl back into my dreams from where I left off. Clicking through my mental menu as to who I wanna fuck and what championship I want to win whilst wrestling with the obvious question of which Nobel prize I am most likely to receive(Peace or literature?). If only they had a nobel prize for enjoying a drink, being unemployed or living with your parents. Now there’s an idea, but I probably wouldn’t win any of them either-its all politics.
Still thinking about the nobel prize and how I can stop working after I win it, I get out of the shower and rub myself down. Carefully, I wrap the towel around myself so as not to cause any chafage on the tip of my now tiny floppy dick. It works when I stand still but not when I start to walk up the hall. Forget the towel, I’m nearly dry, I’ll walk in the nip, nobody will see and even if they do-fuckem! I don’t care. Go to my room, turn on some music. Get dressed. Have breakfast. Start trying to fill the day.