NNN 05 - Video Conference (fiction, No Nut November, 22M)
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November 4th
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I woke up to something I should be accustomed to......I woke up with my morning wood.
Doesn't sound like a problem, right?
Well the morning wood really wasn't the problem. The problem was the 'way' my morning wood was this morning.
It looked......
What's the right word?
Angry?
Can a dick be angry?
Engorged?
Well whatever the right word was, my morning was not natural.
My dick this morning was at its normal standing position but unlike any other normal morning this one looked pissed.
By pissed I mean my dick looked like it went to the gym without me as my dick had all its veins popped out.
And if I wasn't mistaken it looked bigger....I think.
All I know is it looked like it was ready to go down a wet hole and keep on soldiering.
When I looked at it as I pulled up my covers to see my tent I blinked confused. I felt my dick throb and decided to take a closer inspection as I pulled up my waistbands on my sweats and underwear to meet a entirely different dick.
What the fuck am I looking at?
Was I even looking at my dick? Cause I've never seen my dick look this....different.
I stared at it trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
Eventually I sighed and decided maybe pissing would help my situation and maybe my dick would go back to being my dick.
I hoped at least.
I put my waistband's back in place and officially got out of bed as not even the fabric could keep it from bending or bowing showing its dominance.
I walked into the bathroom pulling down my waistband's again freeing the fucker and tried bending it down and faced another problem.
I couldn't bend it....at least not without it hurting something fierce like even I was defying its purpose....to stand tall.
Well shit!
I scratched my head wondering what in the hell am I supposed to do.
Pee on the wall and hope it gets in the toilet somehow?
No that sounds stupid.
Well whatever I'm supposed to do I better do it quick cause my bladder isn't going to hold its load for very much longer.
Maybe if I lean and prop myself against the wall it'll be enough to somehow angle the fucker down to aim at the bowl?
I tried to lean and prop myself against the wall and angle my hard on down and was forced to ignore the pain as I semi achieved my goal as I peed into the toilet.
Granted I didn't get all my urine into the toilet so I was forced to clean up what I missed.
With that nastiness done I looked down to see that pissing sort of helped as my morning wood no longer looked so angry but it was still going strong.
Maybe it needs a few extra minutes to go back to normal?
I pondered it for a moment I decided coffee was probably the best idea because all this thinking was beginning to make my head hurt.
I needed wakey wakey juice.
I walked out of my bathroom and out of my bedroom as I entered my kitchen.
I started making coffee before laying out my morning supplement's as I was forced to patiently wait for my wakey wakey juice.
While waiting, I decided to check on my email to make sure my video conference hadn't been moved or anything for work.
I know Becky told me to blow off work but it was with my boss and I'm pretty sure my boss is a guy.
Granted I've never met him as he has been my boss for the last seven or eight months and most of our conversations are over the phone or via email. Hardly have to do video conferences with him.
My boss's name is Carson Paulson.
And his voice has a nice timber tone to it.
So it was common sense Carson was a guy and shouldn't raise too many red flags.
Right?
I clicked on my mouse pad to wake up my laptop as it turned on nearly immediately to see I had my email open for work confirming my video conference was still slated for 9am.
Good, I still have time.