I slowly woke up not wanting to rush my brain as it tried to make sense of the new day. I could still see the small tidbits of the dream I was just having. It was a mangled mix of the movie I had been watching the night before and people that I saw everyday.
“It’s Saturday,” I said to myself while I did my morning stretch. I had to be at work at noon, plenty of time. In the kitchen my mother was already well ahead with the breakfast and the whole family was getting ready for the bounty my mother always conjured.
By whole family I mean my Dad and my two sisters. I could smell the bacon even from my room and my stomach grumbled. I headed to the bathroom where I brushed my teeth and tried to take the morning piss. I say “tried” because this particular morning I encountered a problem that happens only when I rush the morning routine.
Everybody knows that you can’t pee when you have a hard-on and this also applies to the “morning woodies”. I stood there waiting until finally I was able to get a steady stream going. My cock, to say it blatantly, is shorter then the length of a DVD case but longer than the width of the case. Not sure what that is in inches but that’s how long it is. I like to think it’s proportionate to my body and overall I’m very happy with it.