At the Masturbate-A-Thon (Part III)

People were trickling in. In fact, more than trickling. I saw a line of about twenty people behind the registration desk, all in their street clothes, dressed in sweaters and light jackets for a cool day, many clutching their pledge forms, others with their forms folded in their back pockets or in their purses. On the other side of the registration desk, around the clothes check area, were people in various states of undress. There was quite a degree of uncertainty among them. Most weren't really quite sure what to do, and were nervously looking at the others, especially those who were already nude, to make sure, absolutely sure, it was OK to disrobe. I mean, how often do you take your clothes off in front of a large number of strangers? And this was mixed group. Sure, no problem taking your jock off in the gym among the guys. Or the women might be fine with showing their breasts in the spa. But this group was mixed. Very mixed. As far as i could tell already, with thirty people standing around undressing, all races were represented, as were all heights and age ranges. The group was around 30% female and 70% male. One woman appeared to be about eighty years old. Another appeared to be around 14, although I'm pretty sure she was at least eighteen. As more and more people put their clothes into the bags handed out from the clothes check room, and more finally removed their underwear, it became less tense. People were starting to feel comfortable with their public nudity. It helped that there were a few exhibitionists in the group who were more than happy to become naked right away. Surprisingly, there were no erections yet. I would have thought just being among strangers, many quite good-looking would raise some interest. But, maybe everyone here was like me. I had trained myself from several trips to nude beaches to keep my dick down when it is inappropriate for it to go up. I suppose here it would have been just fine to have an erection, yet no one, including myself, was getting hard. Even Franklin was soft at this time. And he was right, I saw a guy come up to him and say, "Hey, you look like the spitting image of Franklin," without realizing he actually was Franklin. For some reason, the organizers, and the volunteers weren't telling anyone what to do. We didn't know if we were supposed to start masturbating right away, or wait for instructions, or just what. So far, no one was masturbating or touching themselves. Finally, finally, after there were about 100 naked people milling around, in groups of two, three, or four, introducing themselves, making small talk, and wondering out loud exactly what was going to happen this afternoon. Over on the stage, the guy who had been playing honky-tonk piano (fully dressed in a 1920s pinstripe suit) stopped, and Robert, the organizer, stepped up to a microphone. He explained the "rules"...