When Ben heard the alarm sound at 6:00 AM, he didn’t move except to open his right eye. He didn’t need to look at the clock or glance up at the window behind his head to see if the sky was light. It was 6:00 AM, on – what day was it, now? – Tuesday, he remembered. His open eye settled on the green digits of the clock. Yep, 6:00 AM. He slapped the kill switch lightly and the bedroom went quiet again. He knew exactly where he was and exactly what he was doing today. He’d shower, dress, eat something, drive an hour to his office, work until 12:30, eat lunch, work until 4:45, and drive an hour home again. He liked his architecture practice, though, so the chances were good that there would be an interesting problem to solve during the day; since he was a fine and innovative architect, the chances were good that he’d come up with an interesting solution to that problem. He wasn’t unhappy. Unfortunately, he wasn’t particularly happy, either. Lying on his right side, facing the side table where the alarm clock and his reading lamp were, he didn’t need to check behind him to know that his wife, Amanda, was there. She was always there, bless her. After more than twenty-four years of marriage they each knew that the other wasn’t going anywhere, not after living through what they had lived through. They loved each other very much, but the days of loving each other Bostancı Escort “MADLY, PASSIONATELY” were a fond memory rather than a present reality. She did make him happy – she had fucked his brains out three nights ago, for example, and Ben’s cock twitched to remember that – but she didn’t have the same temperament and outlook that Ben did. By this morning, the memory of Saturday night’s very vigorous and rather funny sex was actually beginning to fade for Ben, but Amanda would likely go through this week and into the next still basking in the glow of it. Which meant that they were out of synch in terms of horniness and lust already, and that would only get worse. Ben reached back of him with his left hand and put it on her right hip. As usual, they were sleeping back to back, a habit that kept them from being disturbed by each other’s snoring. Amanda denied snoring at all, of course, and to tell the truth it was a very ladylike noise, only occasionally audible and never capable of waking Ben up. Ben’s snoring, though, could be heard on the ground floor of their house through the closed door of their second-floor bedroom; it was a little less noisy if he slept on his right side. Amanda stirred a bit, then took a deep breath and settled into the light snoring that indicated she was undisturbed by the alarm. Satisfied Bostancı Escort Bayan that Amanda was well asleep, Ben brought his arm back and felt his cock, which was its usual dormant self: a perfectly normal, if slightly small, penis resting its head on the right side of his groin. As Ben thought about last Saturday night, it twitched and stirred. He put his hand on it to feel it thicken slightly and uncurl a bit, displaying its usual independence. Ben smiled to himself. “Okay, junior, what’s on YOUR mind?” He put two fingers and the thumb of his left hand around its root, gripping it lightly while his ring finger and pinky rested on his scrotum. Ben’s balls began to tighten up. Ben shifted slightly, rolling a few degrees to his left to free up his right arm and hand. With the fingertips of his right hand, he lightly tapped the tip of his circumcised penis. It instantly flexed itself and grew a bit longer and thicker, which made it a bit stiffer, too. Even after nearly fifty years of life – and nearly forty years of male sexuality – Ben was startled a bit to feel his dick leap into action without any direction from him. He ran the fingernail of his right middle finger over the spongy head of his dick, which produced another sudden growth spurt in its length and girth, but which tickled him slightly uncomfortably. Escort Bostancı He did it again. Ben let his penis do what it wanted for a couple of minutes. It wanted to be long, thick, and very hard, and on its own it got a good start on that condition. But Ben wasn’t seventeen, or even thirty-seven, any more. It was longer and thicker, to be sure, than it was when he woke up, but it certainly wasn’t as big or as hard as the eight inch length of titanium that it had been when he was young. “Well, no matter, a little help is nothing to be ashamed of,” Ben thought as he tightened his grip on his cock at its base. At the same time he gripped the head of his dick with his right hand and pulled. This made it longer, but thinner. And then he squeezed it with his left hand, sliding his hand up to hold the shaft of it fully. The squeeze also made his dick smaller momentarily as he pushed blood out of it, but it rushed back in and now his dick had grown. It fattened nicely in his hand and he squeezed it again. By now, Ben was fully engaged in his cock. He shifted the sheet and blanket so he could look at himself for the first time this morning. The tip of his penis was a deep rose color. Its length was a lighter pink. Ben squeezed his dick, hard, and his glans turned purple and nearly doubled in size. The skin on his cock head became shiny as it went taut from the pressure of the new blood in it. The hole at the tip nearly disappeared as the flesh around it swelled under the attention. He relaxed his grip; his dickhead went back to the lovely matte rose color it had been, but stayed a bit larger than before. Amanda made a little sound, half a breath and half a word.