One of my creative outlets is cooking. I especially like Italian style dishes. On one of those rare days when I was alone at the house I thought I could take advantage of long preparation times and prepare some pasta and cool it down for use a little later. So that it doesn't clump together after cooking, I like to drizzle a little olive oil over the top, add some seasonings and mix it by hand.
Cooking isn't brain surgery so it's a chance to let your subconscious go where it will while to deal with more mundane tasks. My subconscious, as is it's style, goes to thoughts of a sexual nature. For me, sexual thoughts are like the screen saver on your computer. When my brain isn't doing heavy processing, sex thoughts just pop up. And then I tend to "pop up" as well!
So there I was with my pop up sticking out and pressing against my shorts, while I'm blending oil and pasta together by hand and it was just so cool, slippery and soothing. And I have this annoying, demanding bulge in my shorts and I have all this imagining going on in my brain and since I'm alone anyway ... well, I slid the pasta into the fridge and slipped my shorts down to my ankles. Taking my still oil slicked hand, I massaged my balls and then slid my hand slowly up my shaft. I wasn't planning on a masturbation session, I thought I would just pay a little attention to my erect dick and kind of keep myself "on edge".
But after sliding my hand around my shaft a few times ... it was just so smooth and warm and slick, that I just had to stagger into the living room (I still had my shorts around my ankles), push some stuff off an old trunk that was there and immediately take care of the "task at hand"!
I thought I would share this little episode and the accompanying pic as a send off to National Masturbation Month (it cums and goes so fast).