When you return home, Damon compliments you on your tatoos. You and he drink for a while, but when you get drowzy, you head off to bed. You strip down to your loose, black boxers, and head off to bed.
The next morning you wake up with an enormous hard on. You can't think about anything else, all you can think about is getting off. You throw your sheets off, and see that your dick has popped one of the buttons off of your boxers, and your dick is standing out of your boxers. You don't even bother to take off your boxers (not like you could in this condition anyway), all you do is wrap both hands around your big dick and start to pump. You start to jerk off very loudly, but you can't control yourself.
Damon walks in, hearing noises. "Man, what the fuck is your- oh shit" he says, as he realizes what you're doing. You are so surprised by Damon that you blow your load across the room with a great moan. "Oh shit man, I forgot about that. Damn dude, you barely lasted a couple of minutes. We'll need to get you trained in fucking as well as fighting" says Damon, and he goes off to make a phone call. Your face burns with embarassment, as you walk across the room with your dick slowly deflating, as you start to clean up your jism. After you finish cleaning up, you decide you bettter go see Damon. You stuff your semi-hard dick back into your boxers, and head off into the living room to talk to Damon. "Sorry Damon, I just got a little...who's this?" you say, when you see some young black woman standing in the room. "She's your trainer. Honey, get to work..." he says, and she takes you by the hand and leads you back into your bedroom. "Hey there big fella" she says when she sees your package "I'm here to help..."