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 wh0le family was getting ready for the bounty my mother always conjured.
By wh0le 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 p!ss. 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 c*ck, 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.
After finishing in the bathroom I strolled into the kitchen with the hunger that only a 6’1″, 19 year old can have. “Good morning,” I said while grabbing a plate from the cupboard.
“Good morning sleeping beauty,” my mother replied.
I find it funny how my mother greeted me like this rather than my younger sisters. Not to say my sisters are ugly, far from it. My sisters are both lovely girls. Alas, this story is not about them.
As we sat eating breakfast my Dad made the announcement. “Alright guys, this afternoon we are going to your uncle Steve’s house.” Uncle Steve is actually my Godfather and he is my Mom’s older brother. “It’s your aunt Beth’s birthday and we are going to have a barbeque there.”
As he said this I started to think what I would do in the empty house. Although he had addressed all of us, I had to go to work and I wasn’t going to make the drive to my Uncle’s house alone. My Uncle lives about an hour from us and although the drive isn’t bad, I hate driving back late at night.
“Dad I don’t get out of work until 7:30 today. I don’t think I’m going to go.”
My mom was already shaking her head. “John you haven’t visited your Uncle in months, you have to go.”
I sighed and was about to protest when my dad spoke. “It’s true John you should go. Your aunt Beth is always asking about you.” CLICK HERE TO CONTINUE READING