Who Gives A Shit?: Dude-Bros who Jerk Off Together

Recently, Salon posted a high-larious essay by Marilyn Friedman, in which she relates the hand-wringing decision she and her husband made to end their friendship with another couple because of the most horrible suggestion made by the other husband:

“Want to jack off together some time?” our friend August said to my husband, Jeff, one night over the phone. He invited Jeff to masturbate with him as casually as he might ask him to lunch. “It’s not a gay thing. It’s an Indian blood brothers thing,” he added.

The essay goes on and on (and on, and on, and on) about how hard it is for them to find cool couple friends to hang out with in L.A.* because they are middle-aged DINKS, and their friends with kids are too busy with play dates and Mommy and me classes to drive "to the hinterlands of L.A. for mind-blowing enchiladas with three moles." Unfortunately, there is never an elaboration on the details of the request. Were they going to "jack off" while watching porn together? While talking about the weather? While timing themselves to see who could finish faster? Or while staring longingly  into each other's eyes? She never comes out and says it, but it is clearly implied that it was the latter:

In an effort to preserve our relationship, Jeff had a talk with August. August refused to label his sexual preferences, claiming that “human desire knows no bounds.” Jeff reminded August that no matter what his sexual preferences were, infidelity was infidelity.

Okay, then. Well, I suppose that would make things kinda awkward. What would you do in this scenario?

* They live in Silverlake, which I'm told is the Williamsburg of L.A., while Santa Monica is more Park Slope.