Mark woke up to rays of sunshine settling on his crusty eyes. It was 9:30am in the sunny city of California. He threw off his sheets and hopped out of bed. Going through his usual workout routine of sit-up, push-ups, chin-ups and all the other kinds of ups he worked up quite a sweat.
Yeeting his clothes in a basket he hit the shower. It was a chilly morning with temperatures in the low 15 so the warm fluoride laced water was a welcome respite. As the water cascaded down his back, he became painfully aware of his morning wood. Life had been stressful these past few weeks, what with a bunch of freelance projects coming through suddenly. While Mark was happy that his reputation was bringing him plenty of new jobs it did result in a lot of long nights smashing bugs and defragmenting segments. His testicles were slushing with pent up frustration just oozing to spurt out.
As he reached down to touch his throbbing erection, he heard the intro to Game of Thrones coming from the TV in the living room. His dick throbbed at the thought of what that signified. His housemate Alyssa was up early and lounging on the couch.
Alyssa was a no-nonsense fitness trainer who was also in school to complete her master's in psychology. Their relationship was friendly and they both understood the need to give each other space. She'd been binge watching Game of Thrones for the last few weeks and was currently being mind blown as her favourite character, Robb Stark was being eviscerated at the Red Wedding.
Just as the credits began to roll Mark stepped out of his room to grab a cup of coffee to get a head start on his day. His train of thought was interrupted as Alyssa wished him Good Morning and he turned to respond. Alyssa was lounging on the couch in her cropped black lululemon yoga pants. Mark immediately turned away, but it was too late. Within seconds he wasn't thinking with the head on his shoulders but with the one between his legs.
Alyssa smirked at his reaction. She intended to go for a run today but ended up getting caught up in the intricate politics of Westeros instead. She wasn't surprised by his reaction what with her in her unzipped white hoodie and pink sports bra. She worked hard on her body and was proud of it.
Mark was inching towards the sink, turned away from her. He rushed into the kitchen and made a bee line for the sink. He noticed the dishes lining the counter and realized the perfect excuse to face away from the devilish cock-teaser.
"Thanks Mark, they've really been stacking up these past few days. I've been meaning to get around to them." Alyssa shouted from the living room.
"It's no biggie. I've got nothing on today anyway." Mark replied.
Mark continued washing dishes as the intro to the next episode played in the background.
His cock had calmed down and he turned around to grab a quick bite from the fridge.
Big Mistake.
Mark spun right back around after catching sight of Alyssa stretching in front of the television. The sunlight caught her golden hair across her back in a tight ponytail. Her ass stretching the lycra material to its limits.
Mark did everything possible to stop himself from spurting in his shorts. He pressed against the counter top as he furiously rubbed last nights dinner plate.
Alyssa was having the time of her life screwing with the nerd. She always knew he had a crush on her but she didn't realize the effect she had until recently. She'd never actually seriously date someone like him but maybe having a boytoy/slave wouldn't be so bad. Only one way to figure out how submissive he was though.
Alyssa pauses the show and walks into the kitchen sneaking up behind Mark as he scrubs away.
"Need a Hand?" she asks innocently.
Marks jumps smashing his erect cock into the counter and splashing water on himself. Staining his shorts with a bit of pre-discharge.
"A little tense today, are we?" a giggling Alyssa teases.
"Sorry I didn't hear you." Mark replies, sheepishly looking at the dish in the sink. Alyssa snaps on a pair of bright yellow rubber gloves catching Marks gaze. How he hadn't creamed his pants yet could honestly be chalked up to another one of the mysteries of the universe. He leaned forward against the cabinet forcing his erection flat against the cold wood. None of this slipped past the observant Alyssa who was stripping off her white hoodie. She tossed it on the living room couch.
"Can't let it get dirty." she shrugged.
The two continued stacking clean dishes for a few more minutes before Alyssa leaned across to grab a dish. Her hand brushed against the throbbing erection she knew was there.
"What is that!?!" Alyssa shrieked.
"Were washing dishes how do you have a boner?"
"Look it's not my fault, I -i its Morn -Morning wood." A flustered Mark tried to explain.
Alyssa was having none of it.
"I can't talk to you with that...that thing point at me." she told him sternly as she walked away. "Come to my room in 10 minutes and we can talk about your future at this unit. AND THAT COCK OF YOURS BETTER NOT BE SALUTING ME!" she added at the end.
