It makes it easier to take other people's things in hand

I'm not the only poor sod who has difficulty relating to and with women despite being obsessed by them. There are loads of us. We're not gay. We're not turned on by men as such but the touch of a stranger's hand on your engorged cock certainly does go some way towards turning a wank into a special event. Does it have to be a stranger? For me, yes. To repeatedly indulging in mutual masturbation with a male friend would mean entering into a proper if limited sexual relationship with him that might well get in the way of the rest of our friendship. Besides, with a stranger, it's different everytime. We link up online on a site that caters especially for guys of our disposition, make a date and - do the business. I can spend hours in excited anticipation of a visit, only to have him cum and be gone in under ten intensely thrilling minutes. I usually have them come to my place. I find it easier to relax on home turf. I was just twenty when I first moved into my bedsit and therefore most of my visitors were older than me then. It didn't matter. Older guys were more experienced and on the whole, more relaxed and gentler than the younger ones.

I'm now middle aged myself, but nothing else has changed, With the curtains closed and the door locked, we strip from the waist down to protect our clothes before coming together, either side by side of face to face. Always, we're standing up. I did try sitting side by side with a guy on the bed once, but in order to make that arrangement work, we had to have one arm around our partner's waist while we reached across ourselves to grasp each other's cock. This inevitably brought our naked thighs into contact and not being gay, this was a little more intimacy than either of us felt wholly comfortably with. Besides, when we ejaculated, it went all over our thighs and we almost ran out of tissues cleaning ourselves up. So we stand on the sheets of newspaper I've laid down to protect the carpet, happy in the knowledge that afterwards, our spilled sperm can be recycled as a contribution towards saving the planet. Our smiles on first meeting are nervous but none the less sincere. It's a matter of form to compliment each other's cock in someway before taking it in hand and treating it exactly as we want our own cocks to be treated.

There's not usually much conversation going on; but there's certainly a lot of concentration. As I say, I'm not attracted to men yet other men's cocks fascinate me. Yes, I get a buzz from having a complete stranger come into my home, take my manhood in his hands and work on it until he's drawn every last drop of spunk out of me but it will be his cock in my hand that I'll be watching. Watching and feeling. Feeling it's warmth, feeling it thicken, stiffen and lengthen as l play with him. I delight in the pleasure I'm giving him, just as I delight in the sexual tension his fingers fondling my shaft is causing to spread throughout my entire body. We sigh together, we pant together as we wank faster and harder in the sure and certain knowledge that we are now hurtling towards the exquisite release and relief of orgasm. Sometimes, semen spurts out and splatters down on the newspaper with a most pleasing sound. Other times, it just pulses out and gloops down warmly onto those friendly finger's that brought about its release.

For a short while, that stranger in my room was my entire world. After he's gone though and everything is cleared away, he's merely a pleasant memory that will soon be replaced by the next stranger I invite to knocks on my door.