Abandoned Factory Jack Off

Submitted by BenBator

This experience might be a bit weird to those of you who aren’t into exploring but I hope at least some of you get it and enjoy this post.

I got started with urban exploring long before it became a thing for the Instagram and YouTube crowd and it’s changed a lot over the years. These days you can’t go to a good place without finding ten other groups there making a video. Back when I started it was smaller groups just doing it for the fun of discovering places and taking photos, you hardly ever ran into anyone else doing it.

Me and my buddy used to go to a few places around Chicago. I had a top line SLR for my job as a wedding photographer and my buddy sometimes used to bring a video camera. We would just take photos and videos and spend some time exploring. Some of my photos are used in books about it and I’ve seen some people trying to claim that my photos are theirs or using mine to show how a place has got worse since.

Although finding other explorers was rare we did find a lot of guys cruising. I was 20 when I started but not totally naive about stuff like that. I think my buddy knew more because he would nervously suggest we should go somewhere else whenever we heard noises or saw someone sneaking around. There were drug users too but I think most of the time it was guys meeting up to jack off or suck dick. This was before the days of Grindr and stuff like that so I guess most of it has moved online these days and we don’t see it much when we’re exploring.

I really knew there was stuff going on when we went to one of our usual places we hadn’t been to for about six months and I split up from my buddy. I wanted to see the graffiti walls and see what had changed since our last visit and I walked around a corner where an old rest room used to be and there were three guys all huddled around obviously jacking each other off.

I thought there might have been someone kneeling in the middle and sucking them but after a minute of watching I realized they were just stroking each other’s dicks and frotting. Two of them were just regular guys like us in their 20s, jeans and flannel that kind of thing, they could have been exploring the place too, but the other guy was older and in a real smart suit, a handsome greying professional man. I wanted to take a photo because it was so strange seeing them against that environment. If they didn’t have their cocks out I probably would have asked if I could take a photo because it was really interesting seeing these three characters surrounded by all that decay. It would have made an amazing photo.

I definitely got hard watching them. I could zoom in on my camera and see their cocks being stroked and it really got me horny. It was a surprise to me at that time I’d never got hard over that kind of thing before but then again I was never really exposed to it before then.

My buddy was the one who made them scatter. He came up behind me and kicked something and the three guys just quickly walked out through where the doors used to be, putting their dicks way while they left and trying to act like they weren’t doing anything. I guess they probably just went somewhere else to finish.

I told my buddy about it and he asked if I took a photo and I said no. He was pissed because he knew it would have been a good one even though it would have been obvious what they were doing and we probably couldn’t have used it in most of our usual places. We laughed about it but he was soon suggesting we should leave just in case we interrupted them again and it turned ugly.

About two weeks after that I went back there on my own. I never usually went to places on my own but I think that encounter made me curious. There is a kind of unwritten rule that you only explore with at least two of you in case one of you falls through a floor or something but I knew my buddy would have thought it was weird to go back there so soon. There was no one else around so I decided to go to the old rest rooms and take some photos. I loved the tall porcelain urinals against the wall. They were the kind you see in old train stations, ornate and dramatic. I still have a big black and white photo of those urinals on my wall and my wife hates it. In most places like that everything is smashed but most of them were intact, only the last one by the door was shattered and that made it more interesting to photograph. Four intact tall urinals and just a pile of smashed porcelain at the end where the outline of the last one is revealed against the moss-covered wall. If you’re a creative soul you probably get it.

I don’t know why but I decided to get my cock out and take a piss. I think I wanted to try and put myself in the past and experience the room like thousands of other guys had decades before. I didn’t expect to get hard but after pissing my cock was stiff and before I really thought about it I was jacking off.

It might not have been obvious to me at the time but I was probably thinking about all the guys who must have jacked off there and seen each other stroking just like those three guys had, or even jacked and sucked each other. I know I have a thing for men’s rooms now but at the time I think I just thought of it as a curious opportunity to jack off. Maybe I’m biased but I think a lot of guys who wouldn’t normally think about stuff like that would probably jack off in an abandoned place just because it’s new and interesting. That’s mostly what it was for me.

No one caught me. I was definitely the only one there that day. I jacked off for about five minutes and then finished in the urinal. My cum was pouring down the back of it and I wondered how many other cum loads had poured down it over the decades it had been there. It was built in the 1920s so it’s probably right to assume a lot of guys had done more than just piss into those urinals.

Ever since that time catching those guys and then jacking off on my own I’ve been interested in the male spaces of those old buildings. Most of the people into urbex skip the rest rooms and showers and things like that but I think they’re fascinating because of all the experiences men probably had in them, and it’s amazing how prudish we’ve become since those times. You never see cubicles in old showers or dividers between urinals from back then and it makes me wonder what happened.

I’ve learned a lot about myself since then and I’m definitely into jacking off with other guys but more than that I love the masculinity of spaces and the history of things like that. You just know that when you’re in an old factory and you find the rest room hundreds of men have probably jacked off with each other in there, and more, either when they were working there or since it was abandoned. There’s something curiously erotic about that.

I did have a few other experiences of catching guys sucking each other and even once I caught three guys fucking and jacked off with them. It’s all changed a lot since then, though.

I’m conflicted about how things have changed. On the one hand it’s probably good that guys are hooking up using apps and stuff, in private and safety, and they probably didn’t give a damn about the history of an abandoned place when they were jacking each other or sucking dick, but I also think it’s a bit sad that these exciting places aren’t used by men in the same way now. There is a weird thrill to getting your cock out and enjoying some masculine bonding with strangers in places like that and I think men are missing out by not experiencing it.

These days I don’t explore as much as I used to but whenever I travel I try to find an interesting place to check out and I always look for the old rest rooms, locker rooms, showers and that kind of thing to enjoy a good jack off and think about the men who’ve done the same for years. It’s harder these days because we’re getting into the abandoned era of the 90s like malls and colleges, most of the real old places have burned or been torn down, so the male environments have evolved, or devolved into prudishness, along the way. Two years ago I joined a few guys who were checking out an

Soon all those traditional male spaces will be gone but I have a few thousand photos of them. I hope they’ll make it into a book one day. I can’t let my wife know about that though.

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