Medibation Group

John invited me to Jeremy's house where six or seven men get together every week to wank. Except, it isn't just wanking. They are specifically trying to edge - to maintain erections without ejaculating for a long time while clearing their minds, as in meditation. Like me, most of the men there don't feel any kinship with meditation. They feel it is too slow, to, well, boring. These are men of action. Now, some people of action do take time out from their busy days to meditate, and they say it helps them in their mental and physical health. But Jeremy figured out a way to combine the benefits of meditation with masturbation, and he called it "Masturbation." Then at his wife's suggestion, he changed the name to "medibation." She says that sounds better. I agree, don't you? He wrote a Kindle ebook about it, which he says sells three copies a month. But, it wasn't about getting rich with a book. It was about informing men about his new-found discovery. Still, Jeremy and his wife had hoped it would sell better. To cut a long story short, I arrived, all nervous and worried that the guys there would be weird or something. My friend John, who was the guy who invited me, was already there. I met Jeremy. His living room was quite large, but already crowded. There were around twenty guys there. Jeremy and John expressed surprise. Until then, there had been only around seven people attending. But they had all invited friends and associates, and so this week they had a population explosion. Fifteen minutes after I arrived, the last man came in, and there were 28 men crowded into Jeremy's living room. Many of were sitting n hastily arranged folding chairs, hassocks, and stools, and some were cross-legged on the floor. So far, we were all dressed, and just making small talk. I was wondering how things would kick off. Jeremy, who is evidently a good public speaker, got us all quiet, and then announced the 'rules.' We would remove as much clothing as we wanted. We would start masturbating. We were not supposed to touch anyone else unless we had permission, and the general concept was really self-masturbation. Those who wanted to talk or touch others could wank in his den, and keep their conversation at a low volume. There was to be no penetration of any sort other than fingers, if so desired, among those who did want to play with others in the den. Most were expected to masturbate themselves silently in his living room. The objective was to ride the edge close to orgasm for as long as possible, but not ejaculate, because that would prematurely end the effect. While masturbating, we were to focus on clearing our minds. When asked exactly how that's done, Jeremy didn't have a clear answer, and a discussion broke out for a few minutes, about the various ways one can have no thoughts, and in fact whether having no thoughts is specifically the objective. I had noticed the room was quite warm. I thought it was because 28 people were in there, all generating body heat. But Jeremy explained that he had turned the thermostat up to encourage us to remove clothing. At that point, he unceremoniously pulled off his T-shirt, and shorts. He had not been wearing underwear. Jeremy was half-erect. Within the next 60 seconds, all the other men disrobed. Almost all of them removed all their clothing. A couple of guys kept their socks or T-shirts on. Some were immediately erect. Some were noodle-soft. Oh, I should describe the men: Almost all of them were over 50 years old. A couple of them were over 70. As I found out later. Almost all were heterosexual and married. Most of their wives, like mine, after going through menopause had suffered a hormonal change that caused them to lose interest in sex. So, the men were seeking acceptable alternatives, such as this medibation group. Most of the men were white. I noticed one Asian fellow, and two guys who were black. All seemed like they were successful financially. Later I found out a number of them were from the same law firm. There was a surgeon, a retailer, a dentist, and several who had already retired from whatever they did. One guy was a helicopter pilot. Without fanfare, we started. It felt weird at first. Not just the idea of wanking in front of other men, mostly strangers, because I've done that before. I have attended the Masturbate-A-Thon in San Francisco, the SF Jacks, and other men's groups. But the silence thing was what weirded me out. I would rather have been conversing. I was soft for the first ten minutes. I would have preferred to be excited and hard right from the start, but it wasn't happening. So I sat there, idly pulling on my penis, shoulder to shoulder with some other guys. I enjoyed looking around the room. I noticed I was not the only soft guy there. Only about half of the men were erect at the beginning. But after ten minutes, almost everyone was erect, including me. Looking at the other naked guys with their erections, did the trick. Being good at edging, I had no trouble staying hard for the first hour. I was close to ejaculation several times, but managed to control it, so I was able to have mini-orgasms, contractions and all, without slipping over the edge. Some of the men weren't so lucky. They'd cum. Then they'd struggle with trying to stay in the group, get hard again, and keep going, but for the most part, they couldn't do it. They'd quietly slip back into their clothes, and go home. At the beginning, I kept thinking I might go over to the den, where we had more 'freedom,' but I never did. Most of the others didn't also. There were just four guys in there, laying on the carpet in a sort of circle facing each other, propped up on one hand, and idly wanking with the other hand. They were talking about something, but I was too far away to hear. They never touched each other as far as I could tell. Later, the den was entirely empty, while the living room was crowded. I must have cleared my mind pretty well, because after an hour, I noticed movement in the room. All the men were getting up, and starting to converse with each other. It was break time, and it was quite a sight. A whole bunch of naked guys standing around and talking. Some with erections just ignored and waving in front of them, others soft. This is when I learned about their professions, their wives, and so on. I can see that some of these guys and I might end up becoming friends. I talked with one fellow about getting a tennis foursome together with his wife and mine. We exchanged phone numbers. To my utter amazement, Jeremy's wife came in from the side garage door, bearing refreshments. I didn't realize any women were going to be here. She was fully dressed, and acted like 28 naked men in her living room was just business-as-usual. Taking her cue, I, and evidently all the other men, tried to act business-as-usual also. Some seemed to know her, and had brief ordinary conversations with her, as she brought in the trays of cookies, the beers, and various little snacks. At first, it seemed surreal, all us guys who she obviously knew had been wanking. with an assortment of erections poking out this way and that, and her just in the middle of the group, with her roast-beef mini-sandwiches and all. Interestingly, after a few minutes, it normalized in my mind. A few minutes after that, she put her coat back on and left. We resumed our medibation. I lasted the entire next hour. Most of the guys didn't. At the end of the evening, there were only five of us left. Sometime during the final hour, the idea of silence had been abandoned, and those of us who remained had been talking about everything under the sun, but especially sex and masturbation. All-in-all, it was a wonderful evening. When I got home, I pulled off my shorts again, figuring I'd just do a bit more edging, but I came almost right away. Go figure! I can't wait to come again next week. I thought I wouldn't like the silent aspect, but I got to where I really enjoyed that part of it. The silence was really quite nice. To jerk off with a bunch of other guys, but not have to keep up a conversation, is something you'll have to try sometime. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. In a way, I'd like next week to be an almost exact copy of this week. But that's not to be. Some of the regulars expressed surprise at how many showed up, and expect more, maybe many more, next week. It should be interesting to see where they all fit into his house. Jeremy suggested we bring our own folding chairs next week. There was some talk of renting a hall or venue of some sort to accommodate more people. We were imagining how cool it would be if we had 300 guys all naked and medibating together. The other thing that's going to change is that June, Jeremy's wife, has said she's going to join us next week, and bring two of her female friends. That should be interesting!