As good friend and blogger AOM has pointed out, we are heading toward the final turn of Masturbation Month. I sure hope the month-long celebration opens some minds.
The way our father dealt with jerking off - a razor strap to ass and thighs until bruised and bleeding - it became apparent our mother might have been a bit more accepting. Perhaps it's because she grew up on a farm with five brothers.During summer months, my brother and I, along with a buddy, would "camp out" in the back yard. Which simply meant blankets and sleeping bags spread out on the lawn at the rear portion of the property. Though it remained within full view of the house. We would always wait until the lights went out, then wait another twenty minutes or so for insurance, then the pants would come off.
We'd stroke our boners, play with each other's cocks and balls, for as long as we could take it before spewing the load. This particular night, I'd straddled them in turn. I came all over our buddy's crotch and then used it for lube. My brother watched while he continued to jack. Right after I got our buddy to the brink and he shot a gigantic load of jizz across his torso, my brother rolled to his side and shot.
I rolled off our friend, laid between him and my brother, and, fully sated, we all drifted off to sleep.The next day, I happened to mention to my mom that we'd been awake until almost 2:00am. She responded with, "I know. I watched you from the door upstairs." That was all she said. I was scared out of my mind, sure that as soon as my dad got home my brother and I would again be assaulted with the razor strap. Thankfully, it didn't happen.
Brothers and buddies jacking off together - even lending a hand - is so, so common.
Yet, once we grow up and get married it seems to be considered wrong, or gay. Let me simply state: Mutual masturbation has nothing to do with sexual orientation.