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Getting Ready for the Masturbate-A-Thon, Part II

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I had come early to help set up for the Masturbate-a-thon in San Francisco.

So Franklin, with his full erection, and me, now growing a semi-erection felt the elevator come to a stop - finally. I don't know why it was so slow. It only went down one level. I also wondered why Franklin and I were facing the back wall of the elevator. Who does that? Well, the reason became evident as soon as it stopped. The back wall opened, not the front. And, it opened directly onto a public street with about ten cars and trucks per minute going by. Geez, and there I was stark naked, standing in an open freight elevator! I think you could call it a fright elevator. And Franklin walked out into the street and over to a van with an open sliding door, as if nothing was wrong, with his erection waving in the cool San Francisco breeze. He looked back when he discovered I was hanging back in the elevator and kind of hiding behind my little hand cart. He explained that public nudity is legal in San Francisco. (Actually, the law has gone back and forth a few times on that, but even when it is not legal, it is not generally enforced.) Oh. Oh, OK. I started to feel much better. The adrenaline was wearing off, as was my semi-erection. In a move I felt was quite bold, I left the elevator and walked over to Franklin and the van. We loaded up some cases of Pepsi and headed back to the elevator. I asked him whether we was concerned about being recognized, being so famous and all. He said a funny thing happens: Everyone thinks he's just someone who looks like Franklin, so he just goes with that, and no one knows it's really him. We carted several more loads of stuff over to the refreshment tables. I was delighted to see preparations were being made for a whole lot of people. I mean, how many might attend a Masturbate-a-thon? Three? A dozen? A few dozen people? Publicity didn't seem to have been well-done. I found out about it through an obscure website. I hadn't seen anything in the newspapers, no posters, no local advertising at all, that I knew of. Next on the agenda was helping the video people. A crew of three had shown up who were going to film the whole event, or at least those who wanted to be filmed. I found out later that each attendee had to sign a consent form if they wanted to allow themselves to be recorded. They were given two little colored wrist straps. First the yellow one that all attendees were going to wear. And then a red one saying they were OK to be filmed. There was a stage set up with a sofa, love seat, and a bed. Also an oval rug and a couple of lamps to make it look homey. Oh, and a pole for those who might like to play with pole dancing. Franklin and I were asked to string microphone wires along the ceiling from a room where recording equipment was set up to the microphones hanging over the stage area. Evidently, there was going to be a live stream on the Internet, and videos would be made for sale through sex stores and so on, proceeds to benefit the various charities. We were running a bit late. At this point, a few actual participants started trickling in. And a couple of celebrities. I was introduced to this person and that who were evidently fairly big in the porn world. I didn't recognize any of them. Until I saw Nina Hartley. I did recognize her. And she was most gracious. After being introduced, she and I talked quite a bit about her website. She had a website that she wanted to build up in order to sell copies of her latest book. You see, having had a spectacular career in porn movies, and the occasional mainstream movie, she had moved more into sexual advocacy and authoring of books, and how-to sex videos. In her late forties, she still looked fine! Especially as she stood before me, and we discussed her website. She was dressed in nothing but black electrical tape. Really, she had two-inch Xs of black tape over her nipples, and nothing else. I didn't really understand that particular costuming, but I wasn't complaining. By the way, her breasts are even bigger and more beautiful in person than on screen. Her pussy was freshly shaven. I was called away from Nina to help Robert, one of the Ph.d. organizers, warm the main room with a salamander. That's a propane heater with a powerful fan on wheels. He explained we want it warm so people will be comfortable disrobing. Speaking of disrobing, there was a small room that had a Dutch door. It was like a hat check, but it was a clothes check. The people arriving were given numbered grocery bags into which to put all their clothes. They'd then hand the bags to a volunteer in the clothes check room in trade for a wrist strap containing a matching number. I grabbed my pile of clothes from the corner and checked in properly. After that, like all arrivals, I had to sign some papers and present my pledge list. I was asked whether I wanted to sign a consent form to be videoed. For a moment I was like "no way, I'm not going to allow my naked self to be shown on the Internet and in movies." But then, I figured I could always sign the form just in case there was a reason to do so, and then just stay away from the cameras. It's a good thing I did, because something happened with Nina later that's so unbelievable, at least to me, that I'm glad someone caught it on tape. In my next installment, if you want to read it, I'll tell you about the event itself, exactly as it unfolded.

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