He woke up with a throbbing ache between his thighs, a stirring that was so strong and so alluring, he felt himself drawn into it. His hands traveled slowly to the source of the pleasure, massaging and tenderly caressing until he was overwhelmed by waves of intense desire and pleasure. Grasping firmly, he let out a moan of pleasure as he released all his inhibitions. It felt so good, so comforting, he couldn’t bear to stop. He embraced the bliss of the moment, and truly began to love ‘the morning wood’.