My Healthy Friction Experience: Day 1

Meant to post this sooner, but it's been a busy fuckin week.
So I went to the Healthy Friction bate weekend last week and as any other attendee will tell you, we all had an amazing time. I won't bore you with every detail, but I want to blog about some of my favorite highlights. I met so many masturbators whom I now call friends. I can't wait to do it again!

Friday afternoon a little while after I got there I was masturbating with a few bator buddies on the couches around the big screen TV watching porn. I hadn't masturbated in a group (being primarily a solo masturbator) since the last HF in April of 2009 so I wasn't able to edge as much as I would have liked. Sensory overload I guess. I shot my first load of the weekend after only about 2 hours.

After a short break I was back to masturbating, this time outside at one of the tables around the pool. There were still several masturbators inside watching porn and a few outside near the pool as well. What I found so hot about this particular time is that there were several men hanging out who were not masturbating at that time, but were just casually talking to some of the masturbators as if it were the most normal thing in the world. It was a true demonstration of what a masturbation commune could be like. An environment where all men are free to masturbate anywhere, anytime, while those who aren't currently masturbating can hang out and do their own thing while still being with or talking to the men who are. I reveled in this environment, letting it feed my own penis masturbation lust for about an hour until I couldn't hold in my second load anymore. The encouragement, smiles, and nods of approval I got from my fellow masturbators were amazing. Here I was, shooting my sperm all over myself and my chair, casually hanging out with a group of men and it is not only accepted, but encouraged.

After a leaving for a dinner break with some masturbator buddies, we returned to find the first "seating" in full swing. Many new masturbators had arrived and some had left. The living room was full of men masturbating their penises together. There were several men outside, relaxing in the pool and hottub, not all of whom were masturbating. There were even men standing in the kitchen masturbating and talking together. There was an energy around the house that was full of penis love and camaraderie. There were so many kinds of masturbation going on that I'm not even sure where to begin. Solobators, mutual masturbation, exposing, encouraging, grunting, moaning, lubed and dry. Men were staring at each others' penises lustfully, staring into each others' eyes, talking to one another about their masturbation. Some were more shy, sitting in chairs around the room or watching from doorways while playing with their own penises. Regardless of who they were or how they were masturbating, there was a sense of brotherhood around the house. Of acceptance. I edged with my masturbator brothers for another 3 hours or so before I shot another load on the floor. I saw a lot of cum fly in that 3 hours and I did my best to watch each penis as it was being masturbated.

I spent another hour or so relaxing and talking with a few buddies there. I had to get up early Saturday to go to breakfast with friends, so I begrudgingly left to drive home and get some rest at around 12:30am (I live about 25 minutes from the resort). On the drive home I couldn't help thinking about all of the masturbators and penises I'd just spent an entire day with. I masturbated the entire drive home, but didn't cum again. It was the best night's sleep I'd had in months.