Healthy Friction 2011 Experience: Thursday and Friday

This is a very long post, but I wanted to be as detailed as possible for those masturbators who weren't able to attend.

I decided to spend this year's Healthy Friction actually staying at the Focus House at the Triangle Inn. I hadn't the last couple of years because I felt I might be taking a room away from an out-of-towner who might need it, but I really wanted to have the whole experience this year, so I decided to stay Friday night and Saturday night. I wasn't disappointed.
For the purposes of privacy, I'll use initials to refer to the other masturbators, in case they don't want their screen names used. (obviously some initials will be changed)

Thursday was brief for me. I had to work during the day, but left early so I could make the 5-7pm happy hour Meat & Greet. There was a good number of masturbators at the bar, and everyone was introducing themselves (or greeting friends) and making the usual small talk. There was no overt masturbation at the bar, but the atmosphere was very happy and bate-centric. This brief part of the weekend was very important for me. I got to meet several masturbators as the "normal" men they are in their day-to-day lives, and I felt this added to the feeling of camaraderie and brotherhood for the weekend. Also, I'm always interested in the kinds of lives the masturbators you talk to online lead.
I was invited out to dinner with a group after everyone had decided to leave, but I had a lot to do still before I was free from responsibilities for the weekend and had to decline (I hear I missed a great circle jerk out by the pool that night). I drove home, finishing a few errands along the way, picked up my cat, dropped him off with a friend for the weekend, then rushed back home to pack and get some rest.

Friday I got to the Triangle Inn around 11:30 to check in, and was shown to my room in the house by the owner. I immediately got naked, grabbed a towel, and headed to the pool where I could hear some masturbators talking.

The men staying at the Focus House (I'll call us the housemates) had mostly all arrived and were relaxing around the pool naked with a few of the other bators from nearby rooms. BillyJack was already cooking up his homemade lube in the kitchen. More greetings were exchanged and I decided to go for a quick swim. Shortly after I settled into a pool chair and began to masturbate my penis gently, pacing myself for the long weekend ahead. A few other masturbators were massaging their penises, too. A far-traveled masturbator, call him I., whom I'd spoken with briefly online but admired a long time was there also, so I made it a point to spend time watching his penis as he masturbated it. Another masturbator who had traveled far was A. so I watched him intently as well. Both of them were expert edgers and became highlights of my weekend.

We and several other masturbators played with our penises in the sun for about an hour or so, before I started feeling too warm and decided to go inside (I didn't know it then but I was alreay getting sunburned). Masturbator I. and the owners had already set up sheets on the many sofas and armchairs in the living room around the big-screen TV, which was already playing porn in anticipation of the 2:30pm arrival time. I settled onto one of the sofas near a few other bators, who were already masturbating. We masturbated the afternoon away, with many more attendees showing up at 2:30, varying in age from under 30 to over 60. Slim, athletic masturbators stroked penises with thicker, bearish masturbators. Hairy penises were masturbated with smooth, shaved penises. Some times it was quiet, with only the sound of breathing and porn, while other times encouragement, penis talk, and goon babble could be heard. It was a true brotherhood.

The living room would get crowded as masturbators were watching porn and each other, then some would filter out by the pool or into the kitchen, or anywhere, most still masturbating. Conversations about the bate were common. Encouragement, mutual penisbate, frottage, and all other types of bate bonding were everywhere for most of the afternoon. Many masturbators kept a full circlejerk going around the house. Other masturbators would cluster into smaller groups, drawn together by their penises. Many men ejaculated somewhat quickly, but continued to bate or simply be around their brothers, while others, like me, were edging penis as long as possible.

I stayed mostly on the sofas, moving positions now and then when I wanted to get closer to inspect a particular penis or bate technique. I edged for about 6 hours total before being brought to the point where I couldn't hold back by another bator who was masturbating my penis and simply didn't stop in time (not that I'm complaining!). After shooting my cum all over myself and the nearby area, I was starving, so I relaxed for a bit and watched the other masturbators continuing to bate, and heard some talking about dinner plans.
I joined a handful who went out to a local pizza joint to eat quickly, then came back for the 8pm arrival time.

We ran slightly late and by the time we got back, the masturbators were back in full swing, with many more arriving. The scenario was similar to the 2:30 pm arrival time, but it was now dark out by the pool, though that didn't stop the masturbators from being outside, in the pool, and in the hot tub masturbating. Inside, many of the more intense and dedicated masturbators were really beginning to goon. C. was amazing, staring at all of the penises around him, talking about the masturbation that was happening, and encouraging all of the masturbators there. I. and A. were both there, still fully edged and from before. B. was near me and I couldn't help but stare at how lovingly he masturbated his penis, making every stroke intense. Across the room I could see G. within a small group of masturbators, being edged expertly by two sets of hands.
Masturbators were sitting everywhere. Masturbators were edging while standing. Masturbators were talking to each other about their penises and how much they loved masturbating. Masturbators were laughing and talking. It was heaven for me, realizing again that I was in a place where, even if the men standing right next to me talking weren't, I could lay spread eagle, naked on the sofa (or even the floor!) and masturbate fully without any of them batting an eye. I would be encouraged, complimented, even cheered. I could be a masturbator.

A few hours later, after having masturbated every way I could, I stopped to walk around a bit. My masturbator friend D. arrived then so we began talking in the hot tub. Shortly, we were back inside, masturbating penises together. We both enjoy getting really gooned on penis with poppers, so we decided to go back to my room and really get stoopid (many don't like poppers so I tried to be respectful and keep them in my room). It was something we had talked about doing for some time together but hadn't had the chance to before. Let me tell you, we got gooooooned. We got lost in our penises, chanting about the bate bliss, sniffing poppers together and getting totally deep into the batehole. We could still hear the masturbating going on outside of the room and we let it fuel us while we encouraged each other to get dumber and dumber in masturbation. I don't know how long we were in there (maybe a couple hours or so?), but later we came out to find several masturbators left in the living room and out by the pool.

I drove D. to his hotel down the road later and came back to the Focus House to wind down. I sat in the hot tub with a couple of housemates and talked and watched as the few bators who hadn't left yet continued their bliss into the night. I finally made it to bed around 2am, and I barely remember hitting my pillow. Even the sting of the sheets on my sunburned shoulders couldn't keep me awake after the penis pleasure I'd experienced, and I was only through the first day!