Four A.M. Delivery drivers wake up early. The dull light of the streetlights peeked through a crack in my curtains, sending a shaft of light running over my hairy pecs, down my abs, and on my thick, nine-inch morning glory -- hard and dripping just as it had been every morning for the past 33 years. The summer was hot, and even though I was naked and on top of the covers my body had a sheen of sweat, filling the room with the musk of man, cock, and precum. I sniffed and grabbed my cock, and a fresh spurt of pre oozed out. I gripped my pole and started to slowly slide along its full length, stretching the foreskin. I added my other hand and started rocking my hips, thrusting my dick in and out of my hands. My breathing began to get ragged and I stopped. I didn't want to cum yet.
I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Inside, I positioned myself in front of the urinal. I live alone, and I prefer my own company, so I can have whatever crazy shit I like. It was one of those troughs that I salvaged from the ball park I used to play at when I was a kid when they renovated it. A lot of memories were built up in this thing. All of the dads used to go there to jack off together when we were at practice. I used to skip out on practice and look on, and I was proud that my dad had the biggest cock out of all of them. It was the first place where I jacked, both alone and with others -- and it remained my favorite place to whack it for years. I let loose a stream of piss so hard that some of it splashed back on me. I milked the last few drops out, and began to whack my cock. I closed my eyes as I stroked, remembering when I was fifteen, standing around this same urinal with my dad and my friends' dads, all of us naked, all of us jacking off. The men were slapping their big hairy cocks, grunting and swearing. I stood in the center, my body just starting to get hairy, jerking my oversized cock, too horny to think -- just grunting and sweating. My dad placed his hand on my shoulder, proud of his son; proud of his son's big dick; proud of the way his son stroked his cock like a man. My balls tightened up, and I stopped again. I didn't want to cum yet.
I ran the water in the shower and stepped inside, clearing my mind until my cock deflated. I soaped up my muscular body, starting with my head, moving down my chest, arms, and abs, letting the slick soapy water run over my low-hanging bull balls. I switched to my legs, slowly working my calves and thighs, closer and closer to my inflating chub, but never touching it. By the time I reached my ass, my already over-teased schlong was hard as steel again. I braced myself against the shower door and wrapped my hand around my fuckstick. After a few strokes I could feel the jizz boiling in my balls. I stopped. I didn't want to cum yet.
I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. Letting the towel fall to the ground, I walked back into my bedroom with my semi-hard cock bouncing with each step. I went over to my dresser and pulled on some clothes: a black tank, some jeans, and my work boots. I always go without underwear and the feeling of the rough texture of the denim and the cool metal of the zipper on my hypersensitive cock got me hard and dripping all over again. I walked into the kitchen for breakfast with my cockhead poking out of the top of my jeans, dripping a line of pre down the front of my crotch. My body pulsed with each throb of my enormous shaft. Now I wanted to cum; now I needed to cum.
I threw together some breakfast for the road and pulled my things together for the day. I was just as horny now as I was when I was fifteen with ten men jacking off around me and my dad egging me on as he panted while stroking his long rod. I set my things by the front door and then stood at the front window. The sun was just starting to rise, and I wanted to show the world all of my muscular, hairy, big-dicked virility. I pulled the hem of my tank over my neck, exposing my chest -- now matted with a sheen of sex sweat -- and unbuttoned by jeans and let them fall the floor. I lustily wrapped both hands around my raging wood and began to thrust my hips into the palm-pussy I had created.
"Ugh!" my strokes were starting to pick up speed.
"Oh! Ugh! Fuck yeah, that feels good!" I slapped my cock just to show anyone watching what a man I was.
"Shit! Shit! Fuck, I'm coming! Ohhhhhhh! Fuck yeah! FUCK, I'M COMING!!!" My whole body spasmed and contorted in service of my explosive orgasm.
"Ugh! Oh!" The first shot made a large dab on the pane. The second shot made a streak up the whole window.
"Ah! Ah!" The next two shots hit the top of the window.
"Shit! Ah!" The next two shots finished covering the whole window with my seed.
"Oh! Ohhhh!" The final three shots ended up below the window and in a line on the floor.
The last drops oozed out as my breathing steadied. I kept milking my cock until I could see straight again. I observed my handiwork: my jizz had completely covered the front picture window. All the men at the urinal would have been proud. Shit, I was pretty happy myself.
I pulled my jeans back up and righted my tank. I left for work with my cum still dripping down the window.