A grizzled older face

Age has left greying hairs on your fur. Across your face and chest, brown and white clumps of fur matted from sleep swirl in odd patterns. By no means are you a senior, just older.

You rub out some clumps of fur, you linger a moment on the extra bushy hair peering from your underwear above your crotch. Think it’s going to get some attention, your morning wood hardens a little more. From a semi-erection to trying to jut out from the tight cloth, it holds all your pent up instinct. Mindlessly you touch the base. You wish you could move farther but something catches your attention.