The following testimonial is a forum entry by JOArtist, posted on 3/3/2016 in the Rain City Jacks group forum at bateworld.com. It has not been edited from the original and is presented here in its entirety. [Paul]
I just had a fantastic time at Rain City Jacks. On the chance that other guys might have similar concerns about attending an RCJ event, I’ll describe what I found there and why I’ll be going again.
I’ve always had the fantasy that a JO club could be a great place: lots of fellow masturbators, all getting off together. Hoping to find that, over the years I’ve gone to a half-dozen different places that described themselves as JO clubs. The reality of these places was always disappointing. Part of the problem was surely me, not fully engaging in the event or knowing the local conventions. But I was also turned off by the environments they all seemed to share: a place so dark I could barely see anything, made of tiny rooms and twisty corridors I kept bumping into, and aggressively loud and fast techno music. Nobody ever said a word or made a sound (not that you could have heard them over the music). There was no human connection, only barely-perceptible body parts. Nothing about that felt inviting or even particularly sexy to me. I’d always stay a while, hoping to get into it, but I never did. I’d eventually find a spot, get into my own cock, cum, and go home, vowing next time to just stay at home and have a much better time with myself. I recently learned that these were probably bathhouses and sex clubs, and not really JO clubs at all.
A few buddies here on BW have told me RCJ was different, but I held off, because I wanted to avoid a repeat of what I’d found elsewhere. Plus I’ve put on some pounds, and along with an average-sized cock, I felt that I’d be unattractive, self-conscious, and unwelcome.
But urged by my online pals, I worked up the courage to go to the Sunday afternoon event a few days ago.
I immediately realized this place was different and better than the places I’d been before. Two friendly guys were working the door, checking people in and helping new guys with the signup process. They were warm and welcoming and clearly happy to be there. They set a really great and friendly, no-pressure vibe. Then they offered to give me a tour and overview. What a great idea! No club I’d ever been to before offered anything like that.
A few minutes later another very friendly fellow arrived and collected the 4 or 5 of us new guys. He showed us around the locker room, and then we sat down and went over the rules, which I thought were really well designed, including the wristbands that told others whether or not to ask before touching. Then we went into the space where all the guys were.
It was nothing like the clubs I’d been to before. The music was slower-paced and set to a nice background volume. You could talk to people, and be heard. The space was lit gently, so you could see everyone and everything (no more bumping into walls and benches!). The space itself was a big open room with lots of places to sit and stand, along with a room holding a couple of big, soft beds. It felt inviting.
When the tour was done, I was surprised at how comfortable I felt stripping down in the locker room. When I went back into the big room, and really looked around, the last of my worries disappeared. There were men of all ages and sizes, tall and short, thin and wide, cocks big and small, soft and hard, and though I was primed for any kind of judgment or dismissal, there was none to be found. It was emotionally easier than going to a dinner party where you only know one or two people.
Over the course of the next hour or so, I masturbated openly watching other men do the same, I was politely asked by several men if they could stroke my cock, and when they did I returned the favor. It was amazing to sit side by side with someone, our arms around each other, masturbating each other in a room full of other masturbators. Putting lube on each other was wonderful. Stroking each other was just as natural and sexy as it could be, and intensely, vibrantly erotic. Being able to talk to each was key: we could even whisper dirty talk to each other, or tell the other to be more gentle, or forceful, or faster, so we were both feeling great.
I won’t say I wish I’d gone earlier, because my own fears might have dominated my experience and I might not have had a good time. But I’m glad that I faced those fears and decided to give it try, going in with a positive attitude. That helped me discover a JO club that was the kind of place I’d always hoped for, and in my own backyard. I was worried that nobody would want to even walk up to an overweight guy. Instead, I was asked several times by sexy men if they could stroke my cock for a while. And man, did they know how to stroke cock! I met another guy who enjoys frot, and we had a fantastic time grinding together, standing up and then on one of the beds. I hope I made all of these guys feel as good as they made me feel.
I’ll definitely be going again.
If you’re like me, and worried about your physical appearance (weight, cock size, hair, or anything else), don’t be. Nobody’s judging you. I found the whole experience liberating and warm, welcoming, and intensely masturbatory in the best ways. If the idea of joining a room full of men masturbating themselves and each other appeals to you, I can’t imagine a better place to have that experience.
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