It's 8:17. Gotta go through the morning routine.

Wolfram glanced over at his clock. 8:17 am. Thank goodness he didn't have physics today. That would have been a nightmare! Nope, now he had the entire morning to himself, since his first class was at 2 pm. God, he loved his schedule.

Well, time to get ready for the day ahead. He walked over to his dresser and rummaged around, procuring the clothes for the day before grabbing and wrapping a towel around himself, then heading towards the bathroom after ensuring there wasn't anyone out there to ogle him.

He was so thankful that this dorm was one that had a small bathroom for every two dorm rooms, instead of those that lumped them all together. Saved him a whole heap of uncomfortable explanations.

He set everything down outside of the splash range of the shower, then stepped in and pulled out the curtain with one hand, turning the shower on with the other. Grabbing his bar of soap, he began to lather himself up working from his neck down.

As he made his way down his chiseled chest, he felt his cock begin to stiffen in anticipation. Maybe this is what he deserved for giving it the attention it demanded every single morning, maybe his body was just trying to work with him.

He raised an eyebrow as his dick began to rise. Usually he was able to get to his back and legs before it got to this point. Well, no sense letting it stew in frustration- he was already feeling his balls warming up, producing spunk at a slow enough pace now, and they weren't going to stay this quiescent for long. He worked up another lather then set the bar aside as he started leaking a stream of precum.

He grabbed his prick as it reached full hardness and started jerking. This, he found, was one of the few good things about his overgrown groin. Every pump, every cycle, his hands sliding over every inch of its length and struggling to encircle its massive girth, every second gave another surge of arousal, another pulse of pleasure, another gurgling cup of cum produced.

The minutes burned together as his arousal started spiking. Once, twice- he slid his hands up and stimulated the most sensitive parts of his glans. His balls contracted and he shot a rope of cum straight into the shower head. Before it could fall down into the basin, he fired a second rope that grazed it and splattered onto the ceiling. He stumbled back as the third shot fired out from him, leaning on the wall behind him. Four, five, the shots kept coming, smaller each time. His body slowed on the sixth, then lazily fired the seventh in a weak arc.

Wolfram took deep breaths as his orgasm subsided and the afterglow haze filled his mind. For a brief, shining moment, he was free of his need to cum, of the pressure behind his dick.

Fuck, he was never going to get tired of this.

He stood there for a few seconds, enjoying the moment, before reaching out for the bar of soap again. He was supposed to be taking a shower.