He's married, like me.
He's my best bud. Sometimes his wife and kids and mine all get together for dinners and games.
He and I insist on "man time" every couple of weeks or so, to get away for a day and chill, just us guys.
We then spend the majority of that day in bed together.
We both love our wives, and don't want to lose them, or hurt them. We remain monogomous with them, and with each other.
We understand each other perfectly. Our need for a man's firm touch is something that runs deep, and must be fulfilled. We would sooner die than betray each other's trust and destroy our families.
Our time together is our own little world of our own creation. We are equals, no matter who is giving, or who is taking. Sometimes these moments are filled with wild, lustful, animalistic abandon; in others, a tenderness that one would not expect between two men.
We often lay naked in each other's arms, savoring each other's bodies, the touch of another man.
We are friends. Our relationship remains just that--a friendship--but with amazing benefits. We can tell each other anything.
We both enjoy making love to our wives, but that has nothing to do with what we receive from each other. It is the very opposite to what making love to a woman provides--hardness instead of softness, rough instead of tender, sameness instead of the opposite.
A masculine touch, to balance the feminine.
A man's touch.
