I pushed my hips up to meet you, longing for more than your fingers inside me. You recognized the look on my face and smiled, telling me that my pleas...re would come. Faster and faster you worked my tits, but as you got closer to your own orgasm, you stopped. Curious, I asked why. You enjoy spraying my tits and face with cum, and I have grown to like it too. Again, your smile as you leaned down and whispered, ‘I’m saving this for my favorite place.’ You moved your mouth to my breasts,. I looked up into Solomon's face as I did, and I smiled; happy that he had, once again, come to see me!"Fuck, that felt good," he said taking a step or two back; his brown cock wet and shiny from our collective juices."Thank you," I said, and then stood up. I went and fetched him a damp wash cloth. He took it; wiped himself; and handed it back to me without a word. His concern for being viewed as a 'man', and not a 'fag', was all important to his sense of self, and I understood that. To have. Soon after I started ejaculating and it felt so good I was hooked and still am at 62!Fifty years of masturbating and ironically these days now that I'm retired, I jerk off much more than I did when I was 18. I find that I have a lot in common with my fellow X-Ham masturbators of my age. We all seem to love getting naked and playing with our cocks, watching other guys get hard and cum. In fact I actually get turned on just saying or writing the word "masturbation".--not sure why--maybe because. His cock throbs more. He gruffly tells me that he wants to fuck me. I readily agree that it's timeI rise and ask him to follow me. I lead him into the spare bedroom. It's dark in here with the shades drawn as I stand at the foot of the bed. He comes up to me and grabs me hard into his body. His hard cock is positioned between my legs. He kisses me passionately. His hips are grinding back and forth. It's standing very erect and it rubs against and in between my lips. His hands are all over me..