Healthy Friction 2011 Experience: Saturday

Since my post about Thursday and Friday was so long, I'm going to try to keep this one (and the post for Sunday) shorter.

Without a doubt, the best part about Saturday was waking up (around 7:30am) in the Focus House. I walked out of my room, still in that groggy state we all know in the morning, and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. When i passed by the living room, A. was already awake and masturbating on the sofa while watching porn on the big TV. I blinked a moment and said something like "awesome" or "fuck yes". I continued walking to the kitchen while A. gave me a big grin and kept right on masturbating.

I didn't waste much time in getting busy with my own penis. After sitting outside for a little while, I joined A. in the living room and we masturbated to porn together. We were joined by I. and a couple of other deep masturbators after a while, and the atmosphere quickly turned from just porn masturbation to deep Penis Masturbation. G. was there and he put some excellent penis-bate music on the stereo, including a couple of FANASTIC penis chants I'd never heard before! It was a small group, maybe 6 or 7 of us, and we went deep into penis together. We were gooning, penis-chanting, bate-babbling, and masturbating together. Some of us were hitting poppers, some weren't. Some were greasy with lube, others were bating dry. All that mattered was our penises and making them feel good. We were looking at each other, encouraging the bate, fueling each other. For me, it was the true definition of bliss. I don't remember how long we were like that, but eventually other masturbators started showing up and the small group dispersed to join with the newcomers. Like Friday, I stayed mostly on the sofas, masturbating to porn and with whomever was around me until I left to meet D. for lunch at 11:30.

After lunch, D. and I came back to the house and (after a short nap) joined in for more masturbation relaxation. It was a casual afternoon for me: no plans and no responsibilities. All day there were men around the pool, inside the house, eating, talking and laughing. And all day there was masturbation. BillyJack has scheduled a few arrival times throughout the day and we enjoyed them all. Men arrived and left at many different times. Men were masturbating whenever and wherever they wanted to. Men ejaculated whenever and wherever they wanted to. Porn was playing, and sometimes music. Even when the resort staff came in the house to clean the bathroom and kitchen areas, no one stopped masturbating. The cleaning man just smiled and went about his business while we all went about ours. Throughout the entire day we were masturbators.

That night, after several of us had gone out for dinner together, the masturbation continued. Men were masturbating penis everywhere. Like Friday, some stood or sat around masturbating openly and others clustered together, pulled by their penises to each other. Much of the scene was a blur for me. My penis was so deeply edged that my vision was literally blurred at points. I remember sitting on a sofa with many masturbators watching me at one point, and later I remember a small, close circle jerk on the patio outside of the kitchen, loosely centered around T., a beautiful young masturbator whose amazing hands can milk your penis like a fucking fleshlight. Another time, I remember walking across the living room to a masturbator I recognized online but had never really spoken to (I'll call him M.). He had the most beautiful penis and the way he worked his nipples while he edged had inspired me to masturbate many, MANY times in the past. I sat on the floor in front of him and the men near him for a few minutes and masturbated their penises. Someone behind me was ejaculating, so I turned to watch. He sprayed his cum all over himself and the floor to the encouragement and cheers of the other masturbators. Other masturbators ejaculated here and there, while many continued to edge. The atmosphere continued well into the night.

At some point late at night I ended up in my bedroom again (still trying to be respectful of those bators who don't like poppers). This time it was with I., one of the masturbators I'd always admired online and was getting to know over the weekend. We gooned together for a long time on the bed, worshiping penis and getting deep into the batehole. The intensity was amazing. At one point we were laying head-to-penis (like a 69 position) but we weren't sucking. We we just staring at and admiring each other's erect penis and the way the other masturbated. Amazingly, we both went over our respective edges at the exact same moment, not knowing the other was too until we saw that we were shooting our cum together. A little bit later, when the endorphins allowed us to stand, we stumbled out to to snack in the kitchen and relax in the hot tub for a while. I talked with some of my brothers for a while, again watching several men masturbate into the early hours. Around 2am I made my way back through the living room toward my bedroom, passing I. and A. and others who were still masturbating to porn, and finally collapsed onto my bed. I started masturbating again as I lay there, and fell asleep a few minutes later with my hand wrapped around my penis.