I'm Not Gay, But...

OK, so I've known John since we were 12 years old. Around 14, like probably all adolescents, we jerked off together, and jerked off each other while we talked about girls. Of course, being of that age, in that era, we both pretended to know more about sex than we actually did. Anyway, we did grow up, and acquired other interests. He married first, and had three daughters. Me, a son and daughter. All the kids are grown, have left home, and have had a few kids of there own. In fact, John's Chelia married my Jason, and they, like all our children, are doing great. So John and I are grandfathers. We're both still happily married, and I have to say both our wives are beautiful, wonderful women. But both lost interest in sex in their late forties. As I understand it, that's a fairly common thing. When we were younger, John and I were in the printing business. In time, we started our own shop, specializing in can labels. You know, we make labels for soup cans, cans of beans, vegetables, that sort of thing. We currently employ 14 people. Oddly, John and I have never had any serious arguments. Oh, sure, we disagree from time to time, but no arguments. We honor each other. We can't afford not to. Not only would we be jeopardizing our business, but our friendship too. Until around five years ago, we never did anything sexual, and never even talked about sexual things. We had no idea that each had been having less and less sex with our wives. Until it did come up in conversation one day. We were somehow relieved that we weren't the only guy who was not getting the sex he wanted. Then, I had to go and bring it up: "Hey John, remember how when we were kids, we jerked each other off?" What the fuck was I thinking? I was instantly horrified that I had said that. Fortunately, he was on my wavelength. He said, "Yeah. You know, my wife has never been able to give me a hand job like you did way back when. She just doesn't quite get it. I guess no one but a man could know exactly how a man would feel getting a hand job. I still remember quite clearly." I was dumbfucked and delighted that he said that, because it was exactly the opening we both needed. As you can imagine, the conversation escalated, but with an occasional silence as each guy was trying to figure out how to bring it to the next level. Finally, over the course of days, picking the thread of the conversation up carefully from time to time when we were sure no employee would barge into our offices, we figured out a plan. The wives go out to play bridge every Thursday night, and come home late. I mean, now that the kids are out of the houses, the wives can stay up to all hours, drinking a bit too much wine, and playing cards. We know that, support it, since they're having fun, and it is guaranteed to be the same every week. So John came over to my place one Thursday. We grabbed a couple of beers, and I put a secret porn DVD that my wife didn't know about on the player. It was hetero sex, of course. I wouldn't be caught dead with anything gay. [He laughs]. But then we stalled out. We had little bursts of conversation, in which we assured each other that we weren't planning anything gay. It was just two guys 'relieving themselves' because their wives didn't put out anymore. It wouldn't make us gay. You've gotta remember, we are two guys who grew up in the 60s, when 80% of our waking hours were spent trying to make sure all our friends didn't think we were in any way 'gay.' Well, we managed to move forward with our plan. Finally, getting up what seemed to be a remarkable amount of required courage, I pulled down my pants in front of him, and sat back on the sofa. Was I hard at that point? I wish! I was soft as a noodle! Anyway, he reluctantly kneeled on the floor in front of me, reached forward, and gingerly touched my penis. It really did feel quite nice, I have to admit. It took him a few minutes to get into it, and it took me even longer to get hard, but within perhaps ten minutes, I was bullet-hard, as hard as I had ever been, and enjoying the touch very, very much! I mean, it had literally been like five years since Helen had touched me at all - or anyone else for that matter, other than a male doctor, and that didn't count for anything. I started getting close to ejaculating, and wanted the evening to last, so I traded places with John. I gave him a hand job, and it went just about the same way. The two of us, after all these years, have really become quite alike. He too, took quite a long time to allow himself a boner. And I took a while to become comfortable touching him. I don't think either of use was particularly attracted to the other guy, but we did have a very enjoyable evening, as it turned out. We did trade back and forth, each getting about three sessions. I came first, squirting long and hard all over my belly and John's hand. He tried to clean me up with a towel, but I was suddenly too sensitive and had to do it myself. Then, I did him. He came, and was just as delighted. It is true that a man can give a better hand job than a woman. But, we aren't gay. Oh, yes Jst. Yup. We have done it several times since. In fact pretty much every Thursday we're at John's house or mine, giving each other nice, gentle hand jobs. No, we've never done anything else. Blow jobs? No, never considered it. Kissing? Hell no! We're not gay!