It's The Playing

Not being a multi-tasker it's not easy to type with your penis staring up at you and wondering what happened to those soft touches. It's the light brushes that make my erection firm and shine now. There's a slow pulsating motion to my erect penis. It moves from left to right holding its firmness. I'm not masturbating but I'm playing with my penis right now.
I'm touching it all over and down to my balls. Only a few fingers gives me that feeling that I wanted to have tonight. Just playing. No hurry.
Naked in front of my laptop with my penis at full attention, I light a cigarette and one finger tells my penis that it's still the center of attention tonight before I go to bed. Bed's been postponed now because I'm playing with my penis. Left to right with my hand strokes as my penis tries to reach my belly button but not quite. Laying flat and against my stomach now I can type and see it waiting for my next finger touchings, the next full hand wrapped around my firm shaft or perhaps just a few fingers to pleasure myself.
I'm not masturbating, I'm playing with my penis. No porn or pictures just my penis that stops my typing to play a little more with soft touches, full strokes or an open hand all around it.
What a beautiful night before bed. I'm not masturbating, I'm playing with my penis and time has stopped and will stop until I masturbate myself with beautiful squirts all over me chest.