Better Than Jacked Off By A Stripper In A Nightclub

I read the story "Jacked Off By A Stripper In A Nightclub, " and had to top it. This really happened to me about ten years ago. San Francisco used to host an annual party called the Masturbate-A-Thon, where more than a hundred people would get naked in a huge warehouse, and jerk off together for charity. It was about 30% female, 70% male. As the date approached, I sheepishly approached 8 friends and coworkers, male and female, who pledged money to support the charity. They were all surprisingly supportive of the idea. However, I also asked them whether they'd like to attend, and they were all too shy. Some only pledged ten cents per minute. The highest payer pledged $1.25. He was sorry, not realizing how long I could last. I was delighted that my wife was onboard with the idea. Then, at the last moment, she backed out. When I announced I was going anyway, she was angry. Oh well. I had to go, didn't I? (We're still married, so it worked out OK.) At the front door, there was a coatroom with attendants, but they didn't take just coats. They took everything, leaving all participants as naked as the day they were born. We filled out paperwork, and were given bright green plastic ID bracelets. Optionally, we could sign a release form to be filmed, since there was going to be a live feed, and video to be distributed after the event. I absolutely knew I didn't want to be filmed, but filled out the form anyway, receiving a second, pink bracelet, so the camera crew would know I was safe to film. Well, there I was, wanking away, having the time of my life at this party. We had to continuously jerk off, being allowed 5-minute bathroom and snack breaks every hour. While wandering around, sitting in various sheet covered chairs and laying on covered mattresses, I had many wonderful conversations with a wide variety of people, all of which were also wanking. That is, other than the monitors, volunteers who made sure everything stayed safe and nice. The monitors were mostly young psychology students. Some of them even took off their clothes and wanked with us in solidarity. One, I found particularly attractive. She had very short curly hair, and was small of build. She put on a show for a half-dozen guys, wanking pretty much right in our faces, which was fun. It was delightful seeing her arch her back in yell in abandon with her orgasm, the first of many she had that evening. We also had entertainment. There were clothed bands, playing everything from honky-tonk to  acid rock. There were three headliners. Two of them, a man and a woman, were famous in the porn world, but I didn't recognize them. At one point, the guy was on stage, and he was planning to wank for a watching audience of masturbating, naked people, but he couldn't get it hard. Poor fellow! He left the stage after 15 minutes of trying and getting nothing, no erection. The woman did a wonderful pole dance, giving us a great view of her asshole several times, something I particularly enjoy seeing. The third was Nina Hartley. Who doesn't know her? She was the biggest of the big porn stars of the 1990s. She still looked great! At one point, she was on the stage, and asked for volunteers. She was willing to demonstrate whatever the volunteer wanted. Even though I had sworn I wouldn't be filmed no matter what, not wanting to be seen naked, and wanking with an erection by my coworkers, friends and family, my hand shot up like a schoolboy faster than I could think it through. Nina picked me. She asked what I wanted. I told her I had been recently enamored with testicle massage. Right there on stage, she had me sit my totally nude self on a folding chair. She sat in a chair next to me. She was totally naked too, other than Xs of black electrical tape on her nipples. To this day, I don't know what that was about. Her beautiful vagina was totally depilated (hairless). As she started gently fondling my balls, the camera guys got closer. At one point, a man was leaning over my shoulder with his big camera filming the action from a top view. This was so cool! It was all I could do to not cum right then and there. Nina did an excellent ball massage. She knew the exact right amount of pressure. All too soon, it was over. She thanked me, and sent me back down into the all-naked crowd and picked another volunteer. He wanted, and received a blowjob. I think that was against the Masturbate-A-Thon rules, but with Nina Hartley on the stage and all, no one interfered. He got his blow job. She told him not to get any cum in her hair, and yet, when he came, he pulled out, and got some cum in her hair. She was gracious about it, saying 'it happens,' as she cleaned it up with a Kleenex. The evening that I hoped would never end ended around 4 in the morning when there were only three wankers left. I could have stuck it out, and achieved the Guiness World Record for wanking, but I definitely didn't want the fame and recognition that would come with that. I had jerked for 8 hours and 20 minutes. I let myself cum, and was somewhat surprised at the volume of semen. Evidently staying aroused for that length of time builds things up. The winner was a fellow who flew in from Japan just to attend this event. He managed 8 hours and 41 minutes. Interestingly, the next day, I wasn't sore at all. I expected that my skin would be chaffed, or my internal penis would mildly ache the way it does sometimes when you stay hard for too long. But no, I jerked off again at home, just remembering the event, and came with another crashing orgasm. I never heard of anyone who saw the live feed, or saw the video. I actually think it would have been fun if someone I knew might have come up to me at one point and said, "Oh, I saw you on the Masturbate-A-Thon." I have seen a couple of people who were there and subsequent events around the Bay Area. That was kind of fun. I did attend two more years, and each time was as good or better than the first. In the picture, you see the very penis that I took to the Masturbate-A-Thon