Date: Fri, 27 May 2011 11:57:27 -0400
From: Paunfarr Faeree <paunfarr@hotmail.com>
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.