JO Club Virgin

Submitted by Anonymous

When my friend Mark was going through his divorce I was supportive as I could be, even offering him our guest room when he was looking for an apartment. Little did I know that three years later he would be returning the favor.

After the final legal documents were signed I felt a sense of freedom, but also was in this weird no man’s land. I had been married straight from college, twenty one years. Never knowing any other way of life I was now returning to an empty rented apartment. And, believe me, I had no desire to jump into the dating pool of divorceés, widows or never marrieds.

One night when Mark was driving me home after we went out to dinner I raised my concerns knowing I could confide in him. When we stopped at a red light he turned to me and said in his usual direct way,”Have you ever thought of beating off with guys?” In the stunned silence I thought he was joking. He wasn’t. “I do. It’s a win-win situation.”

As the light turned green and he stepped on the gas he told me about a JO club located in the warehouse section of our city. “It’s clean and safe. There are mostly gay and bi guys there, but also straight guys, plenty of them…some married. It’s just a place to relax and get off. Everyone is respectful of each other’s…uh, needs. Some guys just watch while beating themselves off. Other guys are uh, actively engaged.”

I didn’t know what to say or think. Mark seemed so nonchalant about masturbating with other men. The weird thing was I was becoming aroused at the idea. “The next meeting is a week from this Sunday. Let me know if you’re interested.” When our eyes met he noticed my confusion. “It’s no big deal, bud. Lots of guys are doing it. It sure as heck works for me.”

When I got inside my apartment I was fully erect and perplexed. I decided to put myself to the test and did something I’d never done before. I stripped down to my boxers and watched some gay porn. (I now consider it guy porn cause masturbating is just guys doing what all guys do.) Of course it wasn’t difficult to find on the internet.

I found a site with videos of guys alone masturbating themselves. It seem like a good place to start. It was amazing to watch other men beat off and observe their technique, their stamina and their capabilities as they relieved themselves.. Some videos I watched more than once, edging myself as they ejaculated for me. There was one cheeky ginger who really enjoyed what he was doing and who encouraged me to join him, after watching him ejaculate his impressive load three times I did. I surprised myself by hitting my chin with that first spurt of spunk.

The next night I graduated to group masturbation. Some were large groups of men where one guy was on the floor receiving the loads of all the others; these were a little off-putting. I found a video of three young blond athletes with hairless well-defined bodies who were really into pleasuring each other. In fact, they all seemed to make mutual masturbation seem wholesome. (I later found out that this was a genre of its own, twink porn.) The only sound was some bad jazz arrangements as they handled each other’s large endowments and cum-swollen nuts.

When they were finally ready to cum the video switched to slow motion. The tallest guy was in the middle being relentlessly edged by the two others. They gleefully took turns with his large uncut prick, readying it for the inevitable money shot. As they took him over the edge his muscular body tensed, his eyes closed, his jaw dropped and his horny cock gave out with a thick rope of seed that floated in the air.

In slow motion the two of them seamlessly passed that climaxing monster cock between them making it shoot more and more of the tall guy’s pent up load until his egg-sized nuts were drained of their wad. They were all smiling and in high spirits. The tall guy took hold of his buddies’ cocks and with a few strokes had them spurting like fountains. That was my cue and I joined them.

The next week I texted Mark that I was ready to go with him. I saved up a four day load for the big day. With Mark by my side I found myself showing my ID, paying my admission and checking my clothes. The atmosphere was so laid back. There were all different types of guys there. Some guys were just hanging out while other guys were already actively engaged.

“Are you okay?,” Mark asked. I assured him I was, although I have to admit I was a little bit anxious. “Well, you’re on your own then. Happy hunting.”

As Mark merged with the crowd I noticed there was a dispenser of lube and a roll of paper towels on almost every flat surface. I thought there was no time like the present. As I reached for the lube dispenser there was a guy next to me. A ginger (!) about my age. He held out his hand and I dispensed some lube for him and then myself. We slathered our pricks with the stuff, acknowledged each other as we pulled on our dicks and then went on our way.

It was a relief to get hard cause I’d needlessly worried that I might not be able to. I walked around stroking myself just to get the lay of the land. There were a lot of options, too many. I decided to join group of guys getting off on just wanking themselves. The male energy was palpable as we became more excited. It was energizing. It just felt good to be with other like-minded men engaged in male behavior that we all enjoy. I mean, who doesn’t like jacking off?

I knew I had to make a decision: either I was not going to cum or I was going to cum. I chose the latter, but did not know exactly how. Then I saw the redhead from the lube dispenser and he saw me. As we made out way towards each other my excitement increased. He smiled at me and the reached out and gently held my balls in his hand. My body was flooded with the most intense feelings. There I was for the first time having my most vulnerable body part in the hands of another man. I responded in the most natural way. I reached for his balls.

We stroked each other’s nuts. Our prick heads touched. It was incredible to watch our cockheads ooze natural lubrication over each other. He wrapped his thumb and forefinger around our sloppy glans and masturbated them, which made them leak more precum which he used to spread up and down the throbbing length of our steely erections. Then he took our pricks in his fist.

I do not have words to relay the experience of feeling another man’s hot hard cock against mine. His slow-stroking fist kept us excited, but not so excited to end our pleasure. He then let his slimy prick slip from his grip and only had my cock in his hand. It felt like my cock belonged there. I felt the energy from his hand as he started to masturbate me. Each stroke was more like a caress. To complete this circuit of male energy I took his stiff prick in my hand. He sighed with the same kind of satisfaction that I was experiencing. We were now masturbating each other and it felt good; more than that, it felt right.

I don’t know how long we were engaged in our pleasure. I know my balls were pulled up tight and aching, but it was a good kind of ache. We were standing side by side now. A crowd had formed around us. My arm was across his shoulders and his arm was around my waist. We were masturbating ourselves vigorously, preparing ourselves for our final release.

“I want to cum with you so bad,” he whispered in my ear.

“I’m so close,” I whispered back, not knowing just how much longer I could maintain my stamina.

“I am too. Cum with me. Let’s cum together.”

That did it for me, for both of us. Our bodies tensed as our cocks swelled in our hands. We held on tight, we both stifled our cries of relief as we became one and shot our loads at the same time. The men in front of us, some of whom were ejaculating or about to, moved out of the way as our streamers of milky cum shot through the air…again and again and again. The last of our loads dropped onto the floor as we drained our nuts and shook off the last rope of jism that hung from our cockheads.

We both took deep breaths to calm ourselves as the crowd dispersed. When we released our spent erections we instinctively took hold of each other’s and gently stroked each other until those exhausted pricks slipped from our hands.

“Thanks,” he said, his voice just above a whisper.

“Yeah, thanks a lot.”

As he moved into the crowd I saw Mark waving at me. I nodded my head.

“Tell me when you’re ready to leave,” he said as he came up beside me.

“I’m ready. I just want to wash up.”

“Well how was it?”

I thought for a minute, smiled and said, “Win-win.”

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