It was a cold winter afternoon in mid-January. There was snow on the ground, it was cold outside, I had the day off, and the house to myself. It was a boring, fairly quiet. I had entertained myself with some television and hot cocoa. I lounged around the house, just letting time pass me by. Daylight turned from bright, the sun hit its peak, and then later afternoon settled in by the time I decided to take a shower. The house was still and warm. It felt cozy. Heading in to my room, I first took off my shirt, and untied the band on my sweatpants. Not wearing underwear all day had allowed my cock to breathe easy and not feel restrained. I hadn’t masturbated in about a week,and I was due for a good stroke. I took off my sweat, and my short, fat cock hung between my strong thighs. I took a moment to feel the house’s warmth on my skin’ nakedness. I ran my fingers through my hairy chest, eyeing the muscles in my forearms and biceps. I’m not a supermodel, but I’m still muscular. I turned around to look in my bedroom mirror. My cock looked good. It wasn’t the longest, but it was fat enough to make sure a woman felt it. After being insecure about it for years, I finally realized my dick was a normal size. More than that, it was nice to look at. It wasn’t ugly or unattractive. It was, however, hairy. I hadn’t shaved my pubic area for a while. Looking in the mirror, I knew it was time. And I knew how I wanted to get off afterwards.

I turned on the bathroom fan, the soft lights illuminating the white and blue tiles. I turned on the shower water, and within a few minutes, steam was rising from inside. I made sure to bring in my razor and shaving cream. After doing my hair and face, I sat down on the gray, cold stone bench in the shower stall. The heat had worked its way into my pores, and my skin had opened up for me. I took a handful of shaving cream and lathered up my cock and balls.