It's late at night and I lay down on bed, stretched out, soft cotton sheets letting my skin breathe. My bulge beckons, enticing you forth as you see my diaphragm flex upwards and downwards in slow methodical rhythm. You take a chance to steal a touch,.sampling the heft of my manhood for yourself. You hear me inhale, nostrils flaring. Have you awoken me? What will I say? The flash of anticipation between our bodies strikes you stiff.