I woke up the next morning with an erection chiseled from granite.The blinding light of the sun being reflected off of the snow distorted my vision. I laid there trying to figure out whether the previous night had really happened. I opened my weary eyes and looked about my room. I sat up a little and looked down at myself. I was obviously wearing the same clothes as the previous day. However, being a normal teenager, I had more than once returned home exhausted from a night of hard partying and collapsed in my bed wearing the same clothes.

I thought about it for a few moments. Did I have the greatest dream or did my dreams come true? I scrambled for my phone. I opened my inbox and saw the text from Kay. “Love you” it said. I knew I had been triumphant.

I looked into my mirror for the first time since I had lost my virginity. I looked like hell. Go figure.

“Shower time.” I thought to myself.

I grabbed some lounge clothes (shorts, t shirt) and headed downstairs to the bathroom. I was totally alone in the house, as mom and dad used Saturdays for shopping.

I walked into the bathroom and again studied myself in a mirror. My brown hair, which barely met the halfway point of my forehead, was a mess. Standing just 6’0, and thanks to my participation in football as a lineman, I was at 220lbs.

I wasn’t the best looking guy in school. But with my semi-athletic build and blue eyes, I felt I could hold my own.

I took off my sweater and flexed in the mirror. Even though my abs were just barely visible, I liked to imagine I had a 6 pack.

My jeans were next to go. Upon removing them, I noticed my erection had not subsided. I removed my boxers and stepped into our shower/tub combo.

The hot water quickly sent steam running over every inch of my body. Remembering my hair, it was my first target.

I lathered the shampoo on my head. I looked down to see a stream of white shampoo runoff trailing down my neck, over my chest, down my stomach, and at last running off the end of my throbbing shaft.

I decided that this wasn’t just going to go away on it’s own. I also had enough sense to know that Kay wouldn’t be here to take care of it. I wished I could ask her to give me some relief…but how did she feel this morning? Did she regret what had happened last night? What would happen if she hated me now? But she did say she loved me…

I eased myself down and stretched my legs out. I wrapped my hand around my member and began slow strokes up and down. I tried to remember every detail of the night before.

I remembered the sweet taste of her pussy…her soft hands…the way her mouth felt like velvet…

I imagined that Kay were here with me now, straddling me, grinding her hips against mine.

My hand gripped tighter. My movements became faster. I pictured Kay and I together, letting our love flow together.

“Fuck…” I said through my gasps.

My cock twitched and erupted onto my chest. Stream after stream covered my abdomen.

I looked down at my cock and he seemed to be smiling at me from under his neatly trimmed beard. Even though I wasn’t always getting action, I still liked to keep myself neat and trimmed.

I removed my hand from my cock and used a wash cloth to clean myself off. I got out of the shower and dried off. Not being in the mood for all my clothes, I slipped my shorts on and walked upstairs.

I sat on my bed and stared at my phone. I wanted to know how Kay felt this morning. I had to get a feel for her emotions. I sent her a text.

“You awake yet, sleepy head?” it read.

“Yup” was her reply.

“How are you?” I asked.

“Good.