Inside NY Jacks: New York City’s Oldest Masturbation Club

The doorway to the slim building wedged between others in a quiet street of midtown Manhattan gives nothing away about the sizzling sexual activity contained inside.

I stand across the road, hesitant, watching to see who enters. Honestly, I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but even so I am soon relieved that a steady stream of regular dudes files in. Reassured, I quickly head over, nervously excited to attend a Sunday afternoon meet-up of NY Jacks.

What’s a jerk-off club?

Masturbation clubs aren’t new, and I’ve attended the Sydney version, JackALL, along with a few other clothing-free events. And when I moved over to the Big Apple I felt that it was my duty to explore what NYC has to offer too!

The first iteration of NY Jacks began in 1980. Created both to help men engage sexually but safely, and also to celebrate the joys of masturbation in its own right, the club continues to be a place where guys of any orientation can engage in some hot, low-fi erotic behaviour.

So what’s allowed? It’s pretty simple: ‘no lips below the hips’ is generally the mantra of these places. Along with no penetration of anything anywhere. So above the waist, it’s a bit of a free for all – kissing, licking, pit and nipple play is all OK. Below, it’s a hand-and-cock, or cock-on-cock, vibe only. No oral sex, and definitely no inserting of any body part into anywhere.

It’s a great idea. And it removes the sometimes-awkward negotiation or even disappointment that might be experienced in a sex space where anything can – and does – happen. For those who may not want to go any further, there’s a degree of safety knowing there’s only so far things can go.

Entering the NY Jacks clubhouse

After paying my entrance fee, I cloak my clothes and entered the space naked except for my shoes. Footwear is required, and underwear is actually permitted, although most attendees go naked.

The venue is immediately warm and inviting, with plenty of sheet-covered couches arranged around a warehouse space. There’s a table of non-alcoholic drinks for refreshment – much needed when you take a break from being hot and sweaty. And the room itself is softly lit, with enough of a glow from the surrounding lamps to take in all that’s happening. This is no anonymous dark room.

Adult media is projected on a large wall, giving you something to be aroused by when you’re not gazing at the exciting range of bodies and cocks that soon fills the space. Jars of Albolene are placed on tables throughout, in easy reach when you’re mid stroke. (Editor’s note: we strongly advise against using Albolene for internal play. Please use a quality lube instead).

The atmosphere is intense and erotically charged as I wander the space. I love the buzz of checking men out, and being checked out, as I admire several cocks of various sizes and in various states of hardness.

I occasionally sit or stand on my own and wank for a bit, enjoying the general vibe of excitement and arousal. While the space is quite open, the distinct and evocative smell of sweaty, deodorant-free male bodies hangs in the air. The sounds of heavy breathing, grunting and groaning fills my ears. It’s a huge turn on hearing men jerk off – and getting jerked off too!

Getting some action

Very much like other sex spaces, communication is by touch or gesture more than words. A quick tap on the shoulder or on the back lets someone know you’re keen and to gauge if they reciprocate. But there’s also nothing wrong with straight-up asking “May I?” . Consent, as ever, is key.

Read more: How to make consent sexy by Amy Louise.

And, boy, is it hot! Men continually join up in pairs or groups of up to four or five, to make out, frot and jerk each other off. After a while they separate and find new groups for fun and play. Perhaps the best thing is that there is a huge range of bodies. From super-hot spunks to hairy stocky dad bods, to cute, skinny, nerdy geeks, to sexy bears and everything in between. Furry, shaved, tattooed, you name it. I spend a fair bit of time walking around with a rock-hard erection from watching and listening to all these men pleasure themselves and each other.

One-on-one fun

 I join a beary duo at some point. In no time the three of us are groping at each other, using lube to get our cocks going, our sweaty bodies in close contact. Moving on, I connect with another guy and we find ourselves stroking each other, frotting our dripping boners, and kissing hard.

He and I separate and walk around the space encountering others, but we meet up throughout the afternoon. Later, when the smell of cum hangs faintly in the air and the sound of other men orgasming is getting more and more frequent, we realise the event is not too far from… well, climaxing. Heading to a sofa, I take a seat and my pal straddles me so we can watch each other’s cocks come to orgasm. He shoots first, and I follow pretty soon after. Both of us are moaning loudly, not caring who can hear. To say it’s intense is an understatement.

Having thought of everything, the organisers have placed rolls of paper towel around the space. There are even heated cloth towels available. Post cumming, we sit back, catch our breath, and smile.

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Why I’m going back to NY Jacks

There’s something special about being naked in a group and submitting to pleasure in such a safe and encouraging space. It’s freeing, it’s empowering and it’s a great thing to share en masse. There’s also something about sharing it with strangers and new friends you meet throughout the session.

Sure, like any sex space, not all advances are reciprocated. But there’s such a range of men, plenty of whom are happy to let you play with their penis. At the same time, there’s no pressure to do anything with anyone. If you just want to wank and watch, that’s also fine. It sounds glib, but the hardest part is walking through the door. Once you’re naked among other naked men, the atmosphere normalises instantly.

Leaving the heady, intense atmosphere, I head out into the brisk winter air of Manhattan. I can’t stop smiling to myself as I pull my jacket close in to keep warm, an added spring in my step thanks to my recent orgasm. With events held twice a week, I know I’ll be back soon.