Finding Family

You wake up staring at your black ceiling, feeling your morning wood painfully press against your boxers. It is your first summer as a young adult, and responsibilities are piling up high--an erection was not on the schedule today. You groan and roll onto your side, and the throbbing persists.

"Vasha!" you hear your single father yell from the kitchen, as he prepares for work. "The lawn isn't going to mow itself!"

Immediately you begin to become flaccid, and shout back "Yes, sir! I'll get right on it after I get dressed!"

"Good, because it's supposed to rain this afternoon!" He continues rambling about the long list of chores he has prepared for you already. You roll your dramatically green eyes, and try to tune out the noise. Your father has a special way of getting under your skin, and today is no different.

"Understood," you reply politely before hearing the front door creak shut.

With nothing but silence now keeping you occupied, the dream you were having before your alarm woke you starts flooding your mind. The summer heat slowly filling the room makes it feel all the more intense as you recall it. You roll onto your back once more, and feel the blood rushing into your waking erection.

You had visited the local convenience store, where the pretty blonde cashier was twirling her hair coyly as you winked and paid for your purchase. You politely resisted getting a receipt, but she insisted. You had later found her number scrawled across the back, and things escalated quickly, as they do in dreams. She invited you over to her home, and you found yourself ogling her as she undressed in front of you.