Jeff woke up freezing again. He really hated wearing a shirt while sleeping. They felt so constrictive, and if its hot at all that ring of sweat that collects on the collar while sleeping was disgusting. So he slept without a shirt and accepted in the winter months he would often wake up cold, chilly.
The ultimate big dick problem - his overnight erections would push up the sheet and comforter, sliding the bed covers down from his shoulders, exposing the top of his chest, letting the cold air in.
You would never think about the problems such an enormous cock would cause while sleeping. Sleeping on his stomach was disastrous. His prick would press straight into the mattress while asleep. Morning wood was excruciating. Sleeping on his side was OK, but there was that one night he had taken a girl home and even though they were on opposite sides of his queen bed his oversized pricks didnt get the same enthusiastic response in the middle of the night than it had several hours earlier. She was halfway to the front door before Jeff even woke up and realized what could have happened. Being the big spoon required caution and awareness, even across the bed. Or during his college years when his enormous cock grew out from under the covers and the wet dream spewed all over the wall and floor.
He also didn't sleep with any underwear or boxers or pajama bottoms or anything of that sort. That would be kind of a lost cause. Stretched out beyond use at best.
The ultimate in good problems to have, Jeff thought. He threw the covers off and faced the chill of the morning. He marveled as the monument between his legs. His left hand circled most of the base, his right hand stacked above the left, fingers barely touching encircling his thick appendage, and the entire head still visible above.
Fuck he loved his big cock. It felt so warm and hard between his hands...so...powerful... He could feel the blood pulsing up to the head, flowing from the base and through the veins under his fingers. He loved seeing the entire head, with room to spare, above his grip. Two hands weren't enough to contain it. Fuck did he love his cock.
He could feel the pressure from the cum welling up inside, the pressure that felt so good, brought so much pleasure, and yet needed, required release. He hadn't stroked his dick yet but was already feeling the intensity that comes with releasing the pressure.
The ultimate big dick problem - his overnight erections would push up the sheet and comforter, sliding the bed covers down from his shoulders, exposing the top of his chest, letting the cold air in.
You would never think about the problems such an enormous cock would cause while sleeping. Sleeping on his stomach was disastrous. His prick would press straight into the mattress while asleep. Morning wood was excruciating. Sleeping on his side was OK, but there was that one night he had taken a girl home and even though they were on opposite sides of his queen bed his oversized pricks didnt get the same enthusiastic response in the middle of the night than it had several hours earlier. She was halfway to the front door before Jeff even woke up and realized what could have happened. Being the big spoon required caution and awareness, even across the bed. Or during his college years when his enormous cock grew out from under the covers and the wet dream spewed all over the wall and floor.
He also didn't sleep with any underwear or boxers or pajama bottoms or anything of that sort. That would be kind of a lost cause. Stretched out beyond use at best.
The ultimate in good problems to have, Jeff thought. He threw the covers off and faced the chill of the morning. He marveled as the monument between his legs. His left hand circled most of the base, his right hand stacked above the left, fingers barely touching encircling his thick appendage, and the entire head still visible above.
Fuck he loved his big cock. It felt so warm and hard between his hands...so...powerful... He could feel the blood pulsing up to the head, flowing from the base and through the veins under his fingers. He loved seeing the entire head, with room to spare, above his grip. Two hands weren't enough to contain it. Fuck did he love his cock.
He could feel the pressure from the cum welling up inside, the pressure that felt so good, brought so much pleasure, and yet needed, required release. He hadn't stroked his dick yet but was already feeling the intensity that comes with releasing the pressure.