I awoke, and slowly rose out of my bed. The morning was cold to my body. I staggered to the bathroom and I examined myself like I normally did in the mornings. My eyes were droopy and hazel. I gazed at the rest of my body. My belly was red with lines from sleeping on it. I wasn't fat but I wasn't skinny either. My body hair was in a fair amount. I fit the category cub to a T. I finally looked down and took notice to my morning wood.
I had the urge more and more often. It had been 2 years since my last relationship. I though to myself, "Am I ready for another commitment?" I quickly brushed off the thought before it webbed into anything that would bring up my past hurt. I grabbed myself and pulled the foreskin of my mediocre sized cock back. I spat and began to stroke. I quickly thought up an image of black haired muscle bear. Thick bearded and raw. I worked my dick till I felt the edge coming.
Then I slowed and savored the high. I fantasized about the black bear kissing me and having his way with me. Finally I let go and allowed myself to go over the edge and climax. My body tensed and my dick pulsed. My first nut landed in the sink, while the rest dribbled into my hand. I wiped everything up and rinsed the sink. I reached over and turned the shower on.
I finished washing/dressing and walked into the hall that opened into the living room and kitchen of my apartment. I walked into the kitchen and was greeted by the scent of coffee. I fixed my cup and stood in front of the kitchen window. I had put a new filter and coffee grains in for the next morning. I enjoyed this. It was the part of my day that was the most relaxing. I stood and savored the sun on my skin. I knew I would be in a cubicle designing ads for the next 10 hours so I savored the morning light. Something felt different. Somehow I knew today was going to be a good day.
My iPhone vibrated in my pocket and I gulped the rest of my coffee. The vibration meant I needed to head out or be late. My yellow dodge neon awaited my arrival. I sat in it bending my head forward as I did. As tall as I was you think that I would have something bigger, but this was paid for and good on gas. On my way to work I stopped at the Quickybreak breakfast drive through and ordered a sausage biscuit. When I came to the pay window I was greeted by the familiar faces and continued to pickup my food. I exited the parking lot and before I knew I had finished my biscuit and arrived at work.
I did a final run over and made sure my suite was up to par. My black jacket and pants appeared fine. Did a slight alignment adjustment to my caller and was on my way. Upon entering the building the smell of paint and wood dust caught my attention. I climbed the first set of stairs and upon rounding the corner I found out why the smell lingered. They were remodeling the 2nd floor conference room. I came to the door and took a peek. There were 4 scrawny early 20's guys working.It looked like the renovations were coming along well.
As I turned right to exit the doorway I was almost shocked to death. What my eyes landed on were a real embodiment of the guy I pictured up earlier for my "session". I was taken back by the likeness they shared. The guy spoke and said, "Sorry there bud, didn't mean to startle you." My heart started pounding as he spoke through his beard.
