This is not really a story-it's a commentary from a mature male masturbator
The physical facts are these:I am 58, bearish, fit physically, sexually endowed and in midlife seem to have entered a sort of resurgent phase of sexual energy. I jerk off again as urgently; but a lot more artfully, than at 13, but like it was then, my jerk off orientation is male. That follows a family life of marriage and child raising.
Now single my sex orientation is primarily male but as in early teens, only male to male mutual masturbation. I jerk off a lot-a whole lot-on Solo Touch. I have to admit that the female stuff is intriguing-the cunts(I prefer them hairy)the nipples hard in their areolas, the cunt aroma and the juice-but nothing now gets me like lean muscle, male hair and cock and balls. And that vision of white cloudy cum and as someone on here described it's smell as 'swimming pool'. But mutual masturbation for me is a nonintercourse thing, it is a mutual sexual act that is an end in itself not possibly a means to another end. For me it's not a dirty impersonal thing with a stranger. It's not getting a handjob in a bookstore glory hole. It's an intimate(ultimate even)expression of friendship male-to-male, whether it be between bothers, college roommates or mature people like myself.
Of course I'm sitting here typing this with one hand while luxuriently fingering (thumb and two middle fingers) the foreskin over my bulging light purple glans slippery with salty/sweet precum, and forgetting the thrust of this story which is my closest friend. He is like me-middle aged. He is still married but not much sexually involved that way now. We've known each other since junior high and experimentally jerked off together in puberty. We renewed that mutual sexual sharing last summer. We masturbate mutually and 'consume' each other's now seasoned sperm. Ultimate friendship. He knows I contributed this and any response would be welcome.