I love taking care of my morning wood. I always wake up hard as a rock and horny as fuck. Without fail. Sometimes my bladder is full and aching, and sometimes not. It doesn’t seem to matter. I just know that every morning finds me already hot and stiff, with my rod poking against my sleeping shorts, and sometimes I awake in the middle of a dirty dream to the realization that I have already started to masturbate, either by rubbing at myself or grinding my hips against the bed. For some reason I don’t usually get wet dreams where I actually shoot off in my shorts although it did happen once or twice. But usually I wake before that happens. What does happen though, especially if I have been grinding against the bed, is that my precum begins to ooze out and wet my shorts, and if I lay on my back and strip them off I can see the shiny wet patch, and the pearly strings running from the glistening red tip to my belly as my cock springs up throbbing and hard.
Once awake, there is a moment when I try to decide if I can hold my pee or not, if I am full. I enjoy the sensation of fullness as I masturbate, but too much is uncomfortable. By the same token, peeing when I am this hard is easier said than done, and it is only when I am full to bursting that I will force myself to the toilet and push my cock down with my hand and try to relax the muscles enough to let the pee come out. Most times, as I lay there, I know that it is pointless to even try, and I relish the naughtiness of the idea that I need to masturbate in order to make my hard-on go away so that I can finally pee.
I am one of those guys who never needs any lube or anything like that. My cock just drips with need when I am worked up, and holding it straight up, all it takes is a few minutes of gentle squeezing around the shaft to build up a large, shiny drop of pre-cum at the tip. I love to anticipate the moment when it gets large enough to quiver and begin to dribble down the head, because the first time I slide my fist up around the tip of my cock and milk it hard with all my gooey juices is just exquisite. I sigh and groan, my toes curl as the muscles down there in my groin tighten and strain, and my cock is so wet in my fist that I can hear it smacking as I pump. Sometimes it feels so good that I fight the urge to let it all go right then and there, but I know that the more times I come to that edge and wait it out, the better it will be when I finally let myself go over it. By force of will I stop and wait, relishing the throbbing tension in the shaft as I feel how hard I am. I can feel the heat of my need as my cock turns an angry, deep shade of red.
Sometimes I will continue on lying in bed, recalling a favorite sexual memory or fantasizing about something new. I love thinking all those dirty, filthy thoughts and mindlessly pumping on my rod like a horny, dirty pervert. My precum flows more and more, and I enjoy seeing the warm dribbles form at the tip, and then smearing them across the head with my thumb and palm, milking the tip and seeing the webs of it on my fingers. The way it is so focused and delicious inflames my entire body, and I will often slide my other hand here and there around my body as I masturbate, pinching my nipples or rubbing around my balls, and I love feeling that little muscle down there tighten and strain as I carefully build myself up, flirting with that edge but not going over it. Sometimes I will even switch hands so that I can bring my other hand to my face, seeing all the wet on my fingers, sniffing my tangy fuck-scent and sometimes lightly tasting myself.
Other times I will get up and go to the PC and browse through the various porn sites. Because sometimes I need visual stimulation, and I love to watch big, beautiful, horny women play with themselves, fucking their gooey fingers in and out and flicking their clits until they cum so hard from being watched that they grunt and squirt, and I can sometimes even see those contractions pounding away between their legs as they puddle the bed or even their own panties. I love the idea that we are both on the same page, sharing that same dark pleasure, feeling those same sensations. And seeing someone cum hard like that always makes my own urge swell, and if I find that I am teetering on that edge I sometimes have to stop and give myself a hard squeeze just under the tip so I can hold off. Other times there is some other kink that has my interest and I can travel down that rabbit hole jumping from vid to vid until I find something hot, something dirty, something nasty and shameless and yummy.
And other times I want to read or even write a hot story or fantasy and feel that connection of one mind directly to another, the sharing of the internal dialog, the most dirty, intimate and shameful thoughts, and I have a wide selection of story sites and sex blogs that I enjoy reading, as well as things like DPP or other subs on Reddit. I like to draw inspiration from the various prompts and other kinds of postings and it can be very enjoyable when the result is a quick hot little story—especially if it gets a positive response. Visuals are great but I crave the unfiltered, unshamed, first-person narration that comes from anonymously putting words on paper.
Either way, the ache and the pressure eventually becomes too much, and I find that I almost cannot even touch myself anymore, because I am so worked up that it only takes a light squeeze to hold myself right at the edge. My aching and slick cock is nearly purple with lust and need, the tip glistening with my fuck juices, my fingers wet with my lube. I start to feel those little warning throbs that signal an impending orgasm. If I need to feel really dirty and whorish when I cum, I will lube up one finger, spread my legs wide, and gently probe into my ass as I feel that hot, wet, luscious urge start to build. It makes me feel so slutty and vulnerable when I do that. What if someone walked in, caught me like that? Saw me? Would she run off screaming or enjoy watching as I finished that way?
By this time all the sensations are just too much. I need to come. I just can’t help it. I finally give in, letting the sensation zoom up and up, tightening, squeezing, holding my breath as I grunt and strain, milking it out as long and as slowly as possible. I can feel my cock swelling in my hand as my ass begins to contract around my finger, and just when I feel I’m right at that edge I stop milking and just squeeze. The tip of my cock swells even harder and turns an angry shade of red. A quiet groan escapes me as my toes curl up tight, the corners of my mouth turn down and my eyes go blank as my face flushes red. My bottom trembles and clenches hard on my finger as I gently wiggle it there. Then, at last, those sweet hard spasms of release begin deep in my belly and ass and force their way through my shaft, and I love to watch and feel those thick glorious spurts as I shoot off in arcing ropes all over my stomach and thighs, splattering shamelessly everywhere, dripping hotly down my knuckles, pooling on my belly, grunting softly over and over as I cum and cum, long, hard and strong…
But then, just as I begin to relax and catch my breath and one need begins to recede, another makes its appearance again, and the pee pressure in my belly starts to build ominously as my wet gooey cock begins to soften. With my hard-on no longer blocking it, that pressure starts back up and I know I have only moments to get to the bathroom. I am still wet from my masturbation, and there are still strings of come dangling from the tip as I stand in front of the toilet and finally let myself relax and pee. As my stream starts, all that pressure begins to fade, and after a few tentative starts and stops it gets fuller and stronger and it feels so good, nearly like another orgasm as I empty myself into the water for a long, long time with a loud splashing sound. Finally I am empty and totally spent, all my built up needs fully satisfied. Sometimes I feel ashamed and embarrassed at enjoying it so much, but I know that I will do it all again tomorrow anyway.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kewtxi/my_morning_masturbation