We met at a different house every time the club met. We might meet only once a month with all the members, but some members would meet in smaller groups more often if they cared too. We were young and old, male and female, beautiful and average, gay and straight, and we all loved masturbating.
It had all began slowly, of course. I was the instigator. I loved jerking off. Much more than fucking, which I had experienced several times. But I had always returned to jacking it for my real pleasure.
I wasn't married and had found that rubbing one off in front of a girl while she or I played with her pussy was quite often more acceptable, especially on the first date. If she wanted to move on to screwing the relationship ended then. But if she loved masturbating as much as I we would remain masturbation buddies.
In this way I gathered a group of friends who had similar tastes. Some liked to jerk off to magazines, some to the internet porn sites, some in front of others watching, some all by themselves with their thoughts.
I had started with the girls I met who loved playing with themselves, and, inevitably some of them had friends, either male or female, who loved rubbing their cocks or pussies as much as I.
After several years we had formed an informal club of like-minded jerk offs and started having group sessions, just like club meetings, but there were no officers, and no rules, except no meant no, always. If that rule was broken, that person was shunned and never brought up again, let alone allowed into the meetings.
There was no rule against touching each other. In fact, that was a very popular form of masturbation, when someone would jerk off another's cock, or someone would tickle and finger-fuck a pussy. You could touch anyone in any way, except, no fucking with cocks or toys, and no blow-jobs. Simple, but a hell of a lot of fun if you were into it.
One evening in early May almost everyone showed up at my house. We always gathered after dinner and each person brought their favorite kind of drink. So there was always plenty of alcohol to start the lubrication marathon.
First, we all made our favorite drink, then we sat around chatting, some hugging and kissing happened, major making out seldom occurred. We were more interested in the masturbation sessions.
This evening was quite typical. People arrived singly, in pairs, or in groups. Some may have started the fun earlier at other places. All okay, of course.
After a large enough group had gathered, and everyone had finished their desired libation, we got down to the business at hand, to coin a phrase. Everyone took off their clothes.
We had gay men, mostly with hard bodies, lesbians, mostly with very fine bodies, straight guys, staring at all the titties and cunts around them, and bi-sexuals trying to decide who to focus on tonight. We even had a a couple of trannies, with tits and dicks. Very welcome, of course. All were welcome.
Slowly the room made its own rhythm out of what was present. In one corner, a young man was diddling a little lady of college age. His fingers were going into and out of her shaven pussy. At the same time, she was jacking him off.
