The Masturbation Club

While driving back to my apartment, I thought about this invitation to a masturbation club. As I drove and contemplated this opportunity, I pulled over to the side of the road to slide my shorts off. Then started driving back to my apartment stroking my cock as I drove and became more excited about this masturbation club as I stroked my cock.

When I arrived home, I pulled on my shorts and went up to my apartment. As soon as I closed the door, I stripped off all my clothes and laid down on my couch to stroke myself to another satisfying orgasm of cum all over my chest and stomach, thinking about this masturbation club invitation.

I stood up from the couch and let the cum run down my body. My sexual experiences with my girlfriend Heather in college, removed any squeamish feeling of cum on my body. She loved seeing me covered in my own cum and would then rub it all over me.

I picked up my cell phone and called the number on the invite. The club shared a hidden website they had with more information, rules and the location address of the next event that was to occur the following week.

Before the event, a lifestyle change occurred. I decided to stop wearing the 24-hour cock ring. In fact, I decided to stop wearing one. I noticed it was becoming a dependency and I must admit, I was seeking to become less dependent on external sexual items and visuals as I spent more time in Tantric meditation. I was feeling a greater desire to love my cock and the internal sexual feelings I could generate with external aids. 

The night arrived. As I did when I drove to the nude beach, I drove to the masturbation club naked. When I arrived to the address, it was down a driveway that wrapped around to the back of the house. The rules stated that when I arrived, I was required to remove all my clothes and place them in a paper bag with my name on it. Everyone was required to be nude, except shoes or sandals were recommended. Since I was already naked, I left everything in my car and only took my keys.

The man and woman who greeted me at the door smiled when they saw me walk naked from my car already playing with my cock. They said to me as I approached, "We knew you would accept our invitation, we could tell you really enjoy pleasuring your penis."

Now I knew who gave me the invitation. This masturbation club was for men and women. I learned it was a Jack and Jill club. As I walked in, there were a variety of men and women of all shapes and sizes. There was food and drinks, but the drinks were non-alcoholic. The atmosphere felt warm, welcoming, and friendly. Some men and women were in the depths of masturbation bliss. Others were content to watch and nonchalantly stroke or finger themselves while watching. Some only watched. Others were enjoying conversation while touching themselves and each other. You could touch others but only if you allowed them to touch you too.

I learned a new technique that night that I still use today when I want to shoot precum on myself. A guy showed me how shaking your cock can build up the need to cum, and then when you get to the point of no return, you hold like you do for pee for a moment, and then thrust. I do that especially when I want to shoot multiple times. It is interesting, because your cock is not rock hard, it is hard enough when you stroke, precum shoots out.

I was laying down when he taught me that. I left the precum on myself to dry. I spent the next couple of hours masturbating with many men and women. I would edge when others chose to cum.

A woman asked if I would cum on myself like I did earlier with the precum. She noticed that I was edging but always stopping. She had to ask that, because the other rule was a man could only cum on himself, not on anyone else. They would then need to either cleanup or leave. Both were fine. That was how many men left the masturbation party.

I decided to oblige the woman's voyeuristic need and those of others, because as I laid down on the couch and became entranced with my stroking, I noticed other men and women were watching and masturbating while they watched. This was exciting, my masturbation performance was turning others on. As I approached the point of no return, I decided to lift myself up and bridge my ass up to increase the chance of cum shooting up my stomach and chest to hit me in the forehead and face. As I began to cum, I thrusted my hips, I could hear others around me were reaching orgasm too. Cum hit my forehead, chin, neck, chest and stomach. Then I shook my penis to cause the cum to hit my legs and arms.

I heard some clapping. As I left, some of the attendees thanked me for being so open and free with my masturbation. Then the host of the event that gave me the invite told me they knew I would do that and be willing to do that in front of everyone. They even told close friends there to wait until I did. They said they had a feeling after watching me masturbate at the nude beach. They were hoping it would help loosen some of the other people at the party, which it did. 

Since I had quite a messy orgasm and I left my clothes in the car, the hosts offered me the option to use their shower and enjoy some conversation during the after-party.

I took them up on the offer and ended up joining them and some of their closer friends at the after-party. Some of them chose to put on some clothes. I chose to stay naked and I continued to stroke my cock now and again while we talked. 

I thanked them for a wonderful time and headed home. As I drove home, I did enjoy it and it was a great experience. However, I decided to make it a one-time experience. I did accept the offer to join them at their next nudist event. And, again I only did that once too. I am glad I did. They are fond memories of sexual experiences when I stretched my boundaries.