Jerk Off Club

Jerk Off Club

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Daniel Villarreal

on October 7, 2020

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Editor’s Note: Many of the links regarding a jerk-off club in this story are NSFW.
In my early 20s, after a lifetime jerking off to pro-wrestling, stolen porno mags and internet smut, I learned of an Amsterdam jerk-off club at a bar called Stablemaster. The idea made me instantly hard. As a recent college grad, I’d never participated in a daisy chain or game of “soggy biscuit” before, and I’d certainly never been to a jerk-off club — Dallas, Texas, didn’t have them, and back when it did, they’d occasionally get raided by the cops.
So when I visited Amsterdam a few months later, my friend and I literally poked our heads into Stablemaster. Two frumpy, grey-haired men — the only ones in the entire bar — beckoned us to enter, but we left without so much as a hello or a drink. We had yet to learn of the delights of older, more experienced men.
Stablemaster has since closed, and while Amsterdam has other jerk-off parties , the idea of jerk-off clubs has turned me on ever since. Last month, I finally got the chance to visit one in Philadelphia.
I arrived as soon as the doors opened and followed a thick-set guy walking up the stairs — eyeing his ass every step of the way — to the second-floor loft space where the Philly Jacks hold their Sunday afternoon jerk-off club. A tattooed man at the landing had me sign a sheet agreeing to this statement printed on a nearby sign: “Jacks events involve nudity and solo, mutual and group exploration of safer sexuality. Oral-genital contact and anal contact of any kind are not allowed.”
A gentle reminder: “Yes!” means “Yes” & “No Thank You” really does mean “No Thank You.” It doesn’t mean “Try me again in 10 minutes.” If someone makes it clear that they’re not interested in playing with you, please be considerate and wait for them to approach you in the future.”
Atop the second flight of stairs, I met Philly Jax, the pseudonymous Philly Jacks coordinator. He’s a slender, adorkable 57-year-old man with a bushy, blond-grey beard and an easygoing demeanor. For the last 24 years, Jax has held Philly Jacks’ weekly jerk-off events in this space, which doubles as the city’s Radical Faerie sanctuary and his home. Jax hit me up for the $12 event fee and then handed me a numbered knapsack for my clothes.
Arranged behind Jax are a couch, several chairs, a table with stacks of ’90s-era porno mags and a kitchen bar with filtered water and hand sanitizer. Wearing only sneakers, my necklace and a quizzical expression, I emerged into the large backroom area where several white men (somewhere between their 30s and early 50s) stood around a large screen TV half-watching a washed-out blowjob video.
I had a flight to catch in half an hour, so I immediately made eyes with a young, big-dicked 20-something standing near a pedestal with lube on it. After showing each other our hard cocks, raising an eyebrow and nodding in agreement, I walked over, said a quick “Hey,” and proceeded to jerk his beautiful, hanging piece while we occasionally kissed. I licked his armpits and ran my fingers through his soft, medium-length hair, pulling him closer so I could tongue him more deeply. He manhandled my furry ass and utterly destroyed my nipples. I came within a matter of minutes, holding him close to me as I shuddered, my cum squirting into my cupped hand.
After sighing a breathless “Thank you,” I unceremoniously slapped my wad into a nearby paper towel, threw it away while washing my hands and returned to Albo to get my clothes. While getting dressed, I noticed something exceptional — men of every age, race and body type began emerging from the stairwell and disrobing: a short, Asian 40-something with a trimmed bush and tattoos; a tall Latino in his 20s with a Prince Albert and a mustache; a muscular, Middle Eastern 30-something with bulging pecs and an ass made of dreams. It was the most diverse sexual gathering I’d ever seen, more colorful and age-inclusive than any bathhouse or hook-up app I’d ever witnessed.
The 70-year-old standing to the side of the backroom struck me most of all. Nobody had engaged him yet, but I wondered, Where does a 70-year-old gay guy go to get off otherwise? The gay bar? A hookup app? Cruising the old folks home? I’ve since been informed that certain websites and apps cater to his age, but what a hassle, especially when there’s a jerk-off club filled with hot guys right in his own city.
Ever since then, I’ve become obsessed with setting up a jerk-off club in Dallas, which brings me to this story. I interviewed Jax, founder of the jerk-off club Philly Jacks since 1993; Steve Thomas, coordinator and self-described “Jack Officer” of NY Jacks since 2010; and Sean, who co-founded the Orlando Jacks in 2002 with his husband. I wanted to learn more about how their respective jerk-off club came to be, how they operate and how they continue to thrive in this age of mobile apps and online hookups.
Jax (Philly Jacks): When I was 16 and I started to take the train into the city every day to go to college, I very quickly discovered that the men’s room at the train station had this long line of urinals, and pretty much anytime I went in there, there were some friendly men playing with their dicks. And I was a fucking horny 16-year-old, so I just loved it. It was kind of just because of that circumstance that I ended up just enjoying jerking off with other men.
And then, you know, I hit my early 20s and all of a sudden HIV and AIDS came along. So all of a sudden it was a thing of “Well, ha, it’s really lucky that this is something I’m really into, because it’s the best thing to be doing right now.” And I had a lot of involvement with AIDS stuff from early on, and I was one of the founding members or one of the original members of ACT UP Philadelphia, and I was doing that. I was also occasionally going up to the New York Jacks, which started pre-HIV and AIDS. And by the time I started going (around 1986 or 1987), it was actually still a membership club where you had to be sponsored by somebody. I was lucky that I had friends who were in it, and I went up there and it was just this insane paradise. It was just 60 men playing together; it was just such a beautiful thing.
And I kept on thinking that somebody else would do it in Philadelphia because it was so needed. When I started going to a jerk-off club, and when I started our club here, there were no effective treatments for AIDS at all. And providing a place for men to get together and be sexual together where it was totally safe was really, really vital. So I kept thinking someone else is going to do it, and finally I just reached a day where I said, “OK, I guess I gotta do it.”
I talked to some friends who encouraged me and were somewhat involved in getting it going. It’s always been mostly me here in Philly. I put the word out, and we had our first party and we had more than 80 guys show up. So it was amazing, it was just an unqualified success. We immediately lost the space we did our first party in and didn’t have anymore parties for a little bit, and amazingly one of the board members of our gay community center — which at that point was called Penguin Place — got in touch with me and said, “Hey I know that you’ve been looking for a place to do your parties. I wonder if you’d think about doing it at the community center.” And I said, “Well, no. [ Laughs ] I never did think about that, because I didn’t think I’d be able to.” And he said, “Sure, we’d love to have you.”
So we were there for five or six months, I think. Then, unfortunately, some more conservative people got on the board at the center and freaked out and said, “Oh my god! We can’t have this! Won’t somebody think of the children? Blah, blah, blah, blah.” So we got kicked out of there, and then my friend Natty and I spent a long-ass time — months and months and months — trying to find a new space, with the idea that I would find a space that was big enough to host the parties and to pay for all of the rent and also big enough to have an office space so that we could give free office space to ACT UP. Finding that kind of space was not easy. It took many, many, many months. I even put ads in the gay papers saying, “We’re forming this club, but we can’t find a space.”
We were trying to find something [disabled] accessible, which we eventually gave up on, unfortunately, because we just couldn’t find anything. And then I found this space, and it was just so astonishing — such an amazing, perfect space. And I just said, “OK, well, it’s a shame. I feel bad about having to give up on the accessibility thing, but this is what we’re gonna do.”
So we moved in, and that was almost 24 years ago [around 1993]. Crazily enough we’re still in a safe space and we’re still doing great.
Steve Thomas (NY Jacks): The club started in 1980 and I started going to the parties back in the mid-‘80s. It was before AIDS, really; before the health crisis had really broken out, and so that wasn’t really the reason I started going. I started going because I find masturbation more satisfying than a lot of other activities. My experience with fucking was not that great; I wasn’t really that crazy about it. I spent a lot of time doing pretty much everything and being fairly promiscuous and picking up all kinds of STDs along the way. So, finding the Jacks — a friend brought me with him one day — and it was really the perfect fit for me. Not only that, but partly because it kept me healthy, kept me negative for all these years, probably because I kinda transferred my activity to mostly safe sex. But also, I met my best friends there, I got my day job through someone who was a friend at the Jacks and I found my partner through the Jacks, so it’s been extremely important to me.
So what happened was they were pretty much consistent through the ’80s and ’90s and into the 2000s. But then New York had changed so much. It just transformed. Most of the sex clubs open to the public were shut down, and the steam baths were all shut down. Most of the public sex venues — which were all over the place in the ‘70s and ‘80s — just shut down. Giuliani came in, and New York’s Times Square went from a red light district to Disney World. Now Times Square and most of New York is transformed. It’s a sparkling, safe, kid-friendly city; most of the sex clubs have gone underground and private. And the real estate changed so much. It got so expensive. Everything got so expensive. So we eventually lost our space.
We went through many, many different spaces, and they kept getting shut down, not because of our club but because the people who managed the spaces were shut down by the health department or whatever for various reasons. So we got kinda kicked around a lot until about six or seven years ago, when we got an offer to take over Tuesday nights at Paddles Club, which is an S&M club that’s been around for 20 years. The people who had been running the club had basically either faded away or moved away or died or just got too old and didn’t want to do it anymore. One of my best friends was one of the original founders [of the New York Jacks], and he was the one who was kind of the contact person and who got the space, but he didn’t want to run the club.
So we kinda found somebody to run the club, and we opened up the space at Paddles. Me and a couple of friends were there helping out, and they said, “Well, what’re you gonna do for next week?” and we didn’t know. And I said, “I’ll be there. I’ll take care of it,” and that was the beginning and I eventually ended up taking over the space and running the club. I didn’t intend on it, but there was nobody else to do it, and I felt that it was important.
I feel it’s a kind of public service for people who have an interest in public sex. So I did it, and it’s quite healthy right now. We do quite well. I updated the website and got people to take care of it for me and make sure everything is running smoothly because, of course, nowadays that’s where people find their sex — online. So anybody who’s interested in masturbation finds us one way or the other. We’ve got people coming in also from Bateworld ; it’s a website devoted to men who prefer masturbation who want to meet each other and chat online and post things and whatnot, and so we post our meetings there and we get a lot of people from Bateworld. So we have a good membership and a lot of visitors; a lot of tourists. We get guys from all over the world. It’s kind of nice — from South America and from Europe and even a couple of guys from Russia, from the Middle East and Africa. It’s quite interesting now, the way it’s run. So it’s evolved.
Sean (Orlando Jacks) : My husband and I have been together 21 years this year, and this is about as open as our relationship has gotten, because we don’t play out on the side or anything like that, like some other couples do. But when we expressed interest in masturbating with friends, we both started talking about it. It was something we felt was a turn-on in terms of we’re both really masturbation enthusiasts. There’s something really erotic and very hot about watching a man pleasure himself. Whether I’m participating in it or not, that doesn’t matter. I can sit across the room and watch a guy stroking his dick, and that gets me off. And my husband is the same way. Not to mention the fact that he does amazing things with his hands. We’ve been told time and time again. So, out of our own selfishness of us wanting to try this and do this, we thought, “What better way than starting to ask our friends?”
We actually just started talking to some friends out of curiosity. You know, like, “Hey! Have you ever thought about us getting together sometime, watching some porn and then masturbating?” You know, that’s how we do it anyway, so why not do it with some friends? Like, have an unusual movie night. And a couple of our friends expressed interest. So it really just started with a couple of us getting naked, watching porn and maybe playing with a couple of our friends. And then we decided maybe we create this as a public group thing. So I went on the internet, and the first group that I found, surprisingly, was the Melbourne Wankers out of Australia. I emailed the group, told him what we were looking to do and he offered some suggestions. And then from there it became strangers, and then from there it became a group and became even more organized, and then 15 years later, we’re still doing it.
When we started, we called the jerk-off club the Orlando Wankers because we were using the Melbourne Wankers as a model. But then a couple of people said, “Wankers is kind of a derogatory term in some places.” So we went and looked into getting Orlando Jacks. The whole thing was free, we charged nothing. We used to put a tip jar out, and guys would tip. And then we had some people who wanted another way to offer support, so, foolishly, we linked our group to our PayPal account and, of course, it was a total terms of service violation right there. Somebody went and took a peek, saw what the Orlando Jacks was and was like, “Yeah, no. This is adult entertainment. You’re not allowed to do it — suspended account.”
So we lost our PayPal account. So we went back to just donations, and we started to realize that this is costing money. This is time, this is effort, there’s a lot of things going on, and we decided that we wanted to go model ourselves more so after the New York Jacks. We actually met with a lawyer who deals with adult entertainment — we fall under adult entertainment. I don’t really think we fall under adult entertainment, but that’s essentially what we categorize as — and he gave us some very useful pointers on what to do to protect ourselves. And that’s when we kind of went into the whole membership drive, and we figured if we’re going to do this, we might as well ask people to join and pay a fee, which some happily did and others were basically, “Yeah, nope,” and didn’t pay, and we were like, “Well, OK, then you’re not gonna be a member.”
Technically you can still be a member and never come to the jerk-off club; it doesn’t cost you a dime. If you come to parties, we charge a nominal party fee for our events. Right now it’s $15, and that money goes to cover the fees related to all of our domains, our e-mail service, our internet service that we use for the business and lots of laundry detergent and towels — towels, towels, towels.
Steve Thomas (New York): We have two spaces now. Paddles is an old S&M club. It’s set up like a bar — a mezzanine upstairs, and there’s sort of some back rooms. But S&M people — the straight people — really couldn’t support the club. So basically they turned it over to all these different gay clubs or gay organizations, so there are different organizations that hold parties every night there. Most of the parties are anything-goes parties. We’re the only safe-sex party, and we have Tuesday nights. It’s kinda a sleazy place with all kinds of S&M equipment scattered around — shackles, restraints, a tickle box, whips and masks and things, and pictures of people being spanked and tied up and all that.
Our other space [for the Sunday parties] is more like an apartment. It’s like two rooms and a foyer where people check in. And the guy who manages the space keeps it up pretty well. He just remodeled the bathroom and has a lot of furniture, couches for people to sit and sort of nice low-lighting. So they’re very different, and some people like the Sunday space, some people like the Tuesday space. The Sunday space is smaller, although it gets a bigger crowd. We had from 60 to 80 on Sundays. We had our anniversary party last week, and we got 105 guys, which is a lot for that small space. It was pretty much shoulder-to-shoulder. [ Laughs ] But people had fun.
The other Tuesday nights we are usually smaller. We get 45 to 55, or 65 maybe on a Tuesday. But it’s pretty consistent then given that the weather isn’t too horrible. We get really good crowds, a lot of responsible people, a lot of professional people. A lot of people in the arts and whatnot as opposed to other sex clubs, particularly the late-night sex clubs, which have a lot more trouble with drinking and drugs and whatnot. That doesn’t really effect us. Our parties are early — 4 p.m. on Sundays and 7 p.m. on Tuesdays — and they last about two and a half hours pretty much consistently, so it’s people who prefer that kind of thing rather than the late-night crowds.
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