Morning Wood

Morning wood. Damned if I ain’t sportin’ a huge hunk of it right now. I’m too damn sleepy to focus my eyes on the country passing all around me, but somehow my cock is fully awake this early in the morning.

Go figure.

The train wobbles thorough the countryside and my cock wobbles in my pants and I run a thumb along the edge of my pants where my cock is pinchin’ up in the fabric. It helps unpinch, but gives the cock even more room to grow. The train is almost empty, just a scattering of earlybirds, mostly asleep in the back of the car.

I yawn and stretch my beefy arms out. Scratch my hairy fuckin’ chest where it’s open at the collar. Notice the cub across the aisle, starin’ at my wood.

I saw this cub get on the train last night. Sat in the chairs across the aisle from me. He’s shorter than me by a head. Thin and lanky, he’s wearing an oversized plaid shirt and baggy carpenter’s jeans. He can’t be maybe twenty years old, but he sports a heavy beard shadow, even though he’s freshly shaved. Thick black hair runs straight and shiny on his head, flowing thick on his forearms and up over the collar of his shirt. Eyes the shade of coal and lashes the length of cat whiskers.

He looks away casually, never connecting with my eyes. Like he was spacing out and the thing he just happened to space out on was my heavy, bouncing morning wood. He slouches down in his seat, like young men do, tilting his head back against the seat top. His hips are thrust out and his pouch pouches out with fierce enthusiasm. He puts one leg up on the seat facing him across the way. His hand rests dangerously on his thigh.

Good little sexy cubby.

I groan out loud. Morning wood is a powerful force that will not be denied and this cubby looks just like what a horny morning bear daddy needs.

I get comfortable in the train chair and open my legs wider so he can get a better view. Man, my cock is throbbing so hard, lookin’ at this beautiful dark cubby. I half-close my eyes like I’m sleepy and watchin’ him. My hand slips down to my crotch and slowly rubs the bulk of my cock through my pants.

The cubby’s eyes slit open and I can tell they’re aimed at my crotch and at my hand sliding up and down the length of my throbbing morning wood. The corner of his mouth curls up slightly and his half-closed eyes close all the way. He sighs and settles back into his chair like he’s willing to play for daddy.

His hand slides slowly down the outside of his thigh, moves down until his fingertips are at his ass. He lifts his other foot to the chair in front of him so I can see his fingertips running up and down his pants at the crack of his ass. He makes a little gasping motion with his mouth and head.

Fuck it. Ain’t no one near enough to see us. I unzip my zipper and push my hand into the gaping hole of my pants fly. My cock feels silky hard and veiny throbbing and my hand goes around it gripping it overhand like I like. My foreskin slides back and happy, up and down over the head of my cock. Precum beads at the mouth of my cock.

The cubby’s eyes go wide and he’s lookin’ right at me and his mouth has dropped open. He’s watching me overhand my cock slowly up and back, up and back. Cubby licks his lips.

“What the fuck you waitin’ for, boy?” I growl.

Cubby sits up and leans forward. He’s got that Colin Farrell dirty hungry gaze goin’ on for him and his hand moves up to his shirt which he’s slowly unbuttoning. He is a ripe young boner-building cub of a bear and he knows he’s got a hungry daddy waitin’ to give him what he’s hungry for. His shirt falls open and reveals a thin sleek torso covered in slick black fur. A thin gold chain rests high on his chest. His lips are full and rosy and fuck I want this boy right now.

“Come over here,” I say.

The cubby stands up on the wobbling train. Looks up and down the empty aisles. He puts his hands on the overhead above me and leans his head and chest in. He is everything in my sightlines and his flesh smells of soap and sweat and my hand reaches for one of his tiny brown nipples. He gasps when I pinch it.

He smiles a row of clean white teeth at me. His hand reaches down through my open fly. I feel his fingers heft up my heavy cock and he wraps his fist around it. My turn to gasp. His hand on my cock is dry and warm and strong. He squeezes my cock and I feel the blood pound in his fist.

Cubby sits down beside me. He leans into me and seems to be smelling my beard. I feel the heat of his face and the dark dark of his dark eyes on me. He has me and my boner fully in his power and he can do whatever he chooses to this willing daddy bear.

His hand moves up and down my cock and my hips begin moving up and down to his rhythm. I lick my lips and he takes it as a request. He pulls my cock up out of my pants fly and bends down. My cock is as thick and rock hard as I’ve seen it in years and this beautiful cub is smiling as his mouth moves down to take it in.

His mouth on my cockhead is hot and wet and the suction is so powerful I feel I could pop right away. “Jesus, boy,” I say. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“Mmff,” the cubby moans softly. He pulls off my cock and his tongue licks the precum off the tip. His night sky eyes look deep into mine.

“Damn,” I say. “You’re beautiful, boy.”

He swivels his hips off the seat next to me and kneels down between my legs. My hands go under his open shirt to his strong muscled shoulders and his mouth goes back down onto my cock. My cock is fully ready to shoot.

The cum rumbles in my balls. I can barely breathe. My hand is on the back of this cubby’s head as he tongues my cock with loving fucking care and there’s no goddamn way I can hold back the inevitable. “I’m gonna fuckin’ shoot,” I growl. The cubby hums into my cock.

I start to shoot. “Aww, fuck!” I growl.

The cub pulls off, keeping a tight-fingered jackoff grip on the root of my cock. I shoot and shoot and shoot like I haven’t shot since I was eighteen. The cum slaps up onto the cubby’s face, onto his long eyelashes, onto his full red mouth, onto his jaw covered in dark shadow.

“Yeah, boy,” I say. “Aw, god, yeah.”

My cock drains fast. There’s cum on my pants. The cub smiles, covered in cum. He deep throats his cum-covered fingers and licks them clean. He fingers the cum from his face and licks it. His eyes are deep desert night and he stares right at me. I lean in to him and my mouth kisses his jaw, licking up my own cum.

A growl comes from deep inside his chest. I kiss his throat. I lick the cum from his forehead in thick, flat dog-swipes of my tongue. He closes his eyes and lets me lick his face clean of my salty cum. I end by kissing him full deep on the lips. His mouth opens wide to receive my tongue. He tastes like spearmint and bear cum.

When I pull back, the cubby looks down at my cock. It has gone down, but not completely. My cock is still semi-hard and thick and thinkin’ about seconds.

“Jesus, get a room,” a voice says.

I jump a bit, noticing the guy standing in the aisle behind the cubby. He’s about twenty, short and stocky and blonde, standing in the aisle, looking down at us. His cock is filling out his shorts and he’s got a horn-dog, licky-lipped gaze on his face. The cub turns and sees him.

“Jack, look what I found,” the cub says to him, running his hands up my thighs.

I smile. Jack adjusts his boner in his shorts. “Cool,” he says. “Sweet.”

When you have a serious case of morning boner, two cubs can be even better than one.