Mr. Softy Is Surprised Again

     I was really just a little tense. Not turned-on or horny. It wasn't one of "those" mornings: when you wake up hard, or thinking about sex, or wanting to masturbate. I was just, what? Stressed? Restless? Anxious? Work was a bitch. I hadn't had sex or masturbated in over a week. My wife was visiting a girlfriend for a long weekend and while I had a crapload of stuff to do, it was early in the morning on Saturday so I was on my own schedule and I was sitting in my recliner at about 6:30 am with a mug of coffee and had just finished reviewing Friday evening's work e-mails and decided what I'd need to deal with before Monday morning... 

     Having read them all and having determined that the work I wanted to do could actually wait until Sunday, I suddenly felt a little better. All I had to do today was shop, do laundry, mow the lawn, vacuum, dust, pay the bills, hit the gym... yeah.

     So, I asked myself, do I want to masturbate? Just do a "maintenance wank." Do I even feel like it? Now, that's a question you young guys don't ever face, is it? I sure didn't 30, 40 years ago. Now? They say you're supposed to have some number of orgasms on a more or less regular basis just stay healthy once you got to my age. But it was still odd to think that THAT was something that I wasn't actually thinking about like - all the time - anymore. 

     I put my coffee on the table, lifted my hips, and flipped open my robe and there I was. Limp. Flaccid. Looking completely disinterested.  Maybe I should just wait until bedtime? Or, at least until after my workout? I was (sadly) probably too old now to be pumping it in the gym shower, I mused, even though there was a curtain. In my 20s, sure. It had been reaaalllllyyyy good cumming right after lifting. Now, uh... Even though nobody would know, I'd feel like a dirty old man rubbing off in there with all those other guys around. Now, it would just be weird.

     As I said, I wasn't exactly horny, but I thought maybe not having cum in over a week was contributing to my less than stellar mood that morning. Yes: not cumming is a thing, accept it.  You may not consciously want to, or realize you need to, but you do. All work and no wank makes Jack a... an asshole.  I started to play with myself a little, wasn't really feeling it. I didn't have any lube, didn't want to make a slippery mess of myself. Then I'd want to shower but I didn't want to do that until after I'd mown the lawn, both of which I should do before I went to the post office, almost forgot... 

     I adjusted my position, putting my feet up on the footrest, knees up and bent. That sometimes made masturbating a bit more intense. Then I had to adjust the rest of my package so I wouldn't be squishing anything and as I did so... 

     Huh. It felt kinda nice. Under my scrotum, I mean, between my legs. The perineum, I think it is. Honestly, that was probably the place on my body I'd touched least, ever. I mean, why would I? Other than to wash in the shower. I didn't even pay any attention to my balls, really other than to wash them and check to be sure there wasn't a third one starting to grow down there. OK. cupping them close to orgasm when I jerked off, yes, of course. But other than that... yeah, no. I don't think I'd ever thought about it either. It was like the dark side of the moon: it's there but you never see it and really, who cares? Or that part of my back that I couldn't reach with my hands and had to use a stretched cloth in the shower to wash. I mean, again, why would I? It was just kinda there. Like the back of your knee. One of those places you're not going to think about unless it gets fucked-up somehow. 

     Curious for some reason now, after 50 years, I rubbed it. Huh... It did feel good. Well, that was weird. But, hey, if it feels good... I wiggled down a bit to get better access to rub it. Starting in deliberately, I thought there's probably a lot of "plumbing" down there, semen, urine, I could feel...was that part of my dick inside there? I wasn't that well versed in human anatomy but I could feel myself in there, I thought, muscle or whatever it was and when I rubbed THAT ...oh. That did feel kinda nice. I guessed if it was part of my penis or what ran between my balls and my penis then it maybe made sense that it would feel good as I kept rubbing...

     Once I'd gotten into it yes, it sure did feel good and I mean that way. I wasn't getting hard but it felt, what ... sexually nice (?) and I was now, it seemed purely from this physical stimulation, starting to get aroused. I was gently holding the base of my still limp and seemingly oblivious penis with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand while I was now vigorously rubbing away at my perineum with the three fingers of my right hand, moving a bit from spot to spot, softer, harder, faster, slower, and it was feeling better and better in a definitely sexual way. I wasn't touching my dick but I was excited and I realized maybe I was on to something. Was my prostate getting stimulated, somehow; it was in there somewhere, right?  Or was it something else? 

     It didn't matter to me. I just liked it. Rubbing, rubbing, rubbing...

     As I worked away on myself, I realized I was doing, physical movement-wise, just what my wife did when she had to go at it hard to get herself off, which she sometimes did, desperately trying to rub just right, position, speed pressure, not to lose the momentum on her way to her orgasm. It was tough for her, sometimes, as I'd known it had been for some of my female friends in years past. They knew their own bodies but, still: their own bodies sometimes were just not at all cooperative: Her mind: I wanna cum! Her body: Oh, you do? What have you done for ME lately? 

     But this? This wasn't going to actually get me off, was it? 

     But I rubbed and rubbed and rubbed some more because it kept feeling better and better and I neither knew what to expect nor really cared - I was just enjoying it in the moment. But then my dick finally got the message and everything then happened pretty quickly. While he didn't even twitch, my little friend seemed to accept that whatever it was down there inside that I was clumsily pummeling away at from the outside had told him that this was legit and it was time for Mr. Softy to join the party. Which he did, in his way, growing pleasantly sensitive and then pre-cumming as my fingers, really by chance more than anything else, had found their way around down there to the right spot at the right time and had done what they needed to do to whatever it was in there and then suddenly...yeah! That was it! I hadn't done anything different, I thought, but had just rubbed and rubbed and rubbed, maybe a little harder, right there, yesssssss, just like that and, Oh fuck!!!! Hey, wow... yeah, I'd done it!

     I'd started to cum. No erection. But I was having a... what was it, a slow(?) orgasm. Not an earth-shattering one, but oh, it felt nice! It was weird though - rubrubrubrubrub - no ejaculation but - rubrubrubrub - wait, wha...? OH, uhhhh....it's all wet now, yes here it is! Just dribbling but I was, RUB IT HARDER!!!! Yeah, OK! RUBRUBRUBRUBRUB! Oh... whoa! Now I was really cumming... oh, yeah... rubrubrubrub....  Even better now! A REAL full-blown orgasm! Rubrubrubrubrub,rub,rub,rub...ruuuuuuub...ruuuuub....ruub... ruub...ruub.... Oh, don't stop, don't go, rubrubrub keep going... Please, rubrubrubrubrub.... oh,...OK.... 

    And that was it. Holy shit. I mean, really: I'd cum good. I hadn't even touched my dick. I hadn't moved my left hand at all and I'd cum for real, still completely soft, this time only rubbing away at something, whatever it was, that I hadn't even known about twenty minutes before.