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Getting Ready For The Masturbate--A-Thon

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I read about an annual gathering in San Francisco, basically a party involving more than a hundred people masturbating together, so I decided to attend. This is an absolutely true story. Only one name was changed, to protect an identity.

As soon as I discovered it, I couldn't wait to attend the annual Masturbate-A-Thon in San Francisco.   It was only a month, and 30 miles away. This had been happening for a few years before I discovered it, and of course I wish I had found out about it sooner.  I'm not really a voyeur or an exhibitionist, but then again, perhaps I am both. Aren't we all, to some degree? So I phoned the organizers, a couple of PH.d. psychologists specializing in human sexuality. I asked if they needed volunteers to arrive early and help set up. I just figured it would be great to get in as much on the beginning of the day's event as I could. You see, this event was to happen on National Masturbation Day, and was to promote good healthy sexuality. As I'm sure you know, people who allow themselves to masturbate freely are way less screwed up than those who don't.   Those who don't can have overflowing horniness, which causes them to act in less than ideal ways at times. Like inappropriate attention to a family member, rude or goofy comments to co-workers, and so on. Masturbation is not only good for mental health, but physical health also. For instance, regular masturbation reduces high blood pressure.   So, the event was to raise public awareness of healthy sexuality, and actually raise money as well. In the same way that a walk-a-thon or bike-a-thon raises money for charity, this was going to do the same thing, donating the proceeds to the Center for Sex and Culture and other organizations doing good work.  In a walk-a-thon, the walkers sign up sponsors who promise to pay a certain amount for each mile walked. In the masturbate-a-thon, there wasn't going to be much walking going on.   So instead, sponsors were asked to pay for either the number of minutes of wanking, or the number of orgasms. So, I set about to get sponsors.   It was a bit scary to start telling my family, friends and co-workers that I was going to openly masturbate with a bunch of other people, and then actually ask them to donate money. I mean, think about it - this was going to be a discussion about my own masturbation among my people, something I've never done before. But I did it!   I stated with each of my co-workers first. I opened with a general discussion about "Masturbation is healthy, don't you think?" And they all said "yes." (Thankfully.), So then I described the Masturbate-A-Thon, and still, they were all with me.   I mean, my co-workers were enthusiastic about the idea, theoretically, at least. Then, the hard part: Saying I was planning to attend.   Interestingly, my co-workers were each still with me on that. They supported the idea. In fact, they really supported the idea. I was able to get signed pledges for anywhere from ten cents to $1.25 per minute.   Finally, I was bold enough to ask whether my co-workers would also like to attend the Masturbate-a-thon.   But unfortunately, they were all too shy, or busy that weekend, etc. No big deal, I didn't really expect otherwise, and was quite delighted that I had several pledges.   I then went to my friends and some family members (not all, not my parents for instance, but my sister, yes), and got more pledges. I ended up with eight pledges in all. Then the wonderful day arrived. I showed up, as arranged, two hours early. The event was to be held in a converted warehouse. There was no sign on the simple metal door, and I wasn't sure I had the right place. I knocked. Nothing. I knocked again, with a bit more volume. After a minute, I heard steps approaching, and the door opened. A beautiful young woman, skinny, with frizzy black hair, dressed in a skimpy bikini top and really mini miniskirt opened the door, and peered a bit warily around the edge. I told her my name and explained that I was a volunteer. She suddenly broke out in a big smile, and let me in. Since the neighborhood was quite inner-city industrial, I can understand her trepidation at opening the door early in the morning to anyone who might come knocking. She led me up the noisy metal stairs to the second floor. The place was indeed a warehouse. We walked past some occasional banks of windows. They were ancient, yellowed, and patched here and there with a clear sheet of glass. they didn't let in much light, and so were augmented with somewhat minimal lighting sprayed down from a wide assortment of old incandescent ceiling lamps and newer fluorescent lamps hung from chains. I was led through a library with all sorts of homemade shelves filled with a thousand books, magazines, and videos about sexuality, and office to a large open room. The walls of the room were painted dark with what appeared to be graffiti here and there. Upon closer examination, the graffiti was statements and signatures of people who must have slaved away in that warehouse manufacturing something-or-other many years ago. . The room had a large number of sofas, armchairs and mattresses spread around in random order. There were about six other volunteers scattered about. I later learned that most of them were young psychology graduates who were volunteering as part of the 2,500 hours necessary to become certified psychologists in California. Whereas they weren't all particularly interested in sexuality as a subject, they were all enthusiastic about helping out in the Masturbate-a-thon. I mean, who wouldn't be? Who could pass on such an interesting opportunity?

 

 

 

Most of the volunteers were dressed normally, or in somewhat sexy clothing.  One young woman was topless. And, one other young rather short and thin woman wore nothing at all.    She had red hair including her nicely trimmed pubic hair.   I loved seeing her somewhat small breasts and toned butt.   I was hoping she might bend over so I could get a good look at her anus. I was somewhat proud of her, even though I didn't know her, because she was completely fine with being totally naked among these people. After quick introductions, I was instructed to go to a large carboy (box on a shipping palette) filled with sheets.  I was to drape sheets on mattresses and chairs.   As I was finishing that, I saw a volunteer I hadn't met yet walk across the room with a hand cart carrying cases of soft drinks.  Like me, he was not a typical volunteer. This somewhat large, black, 40-something fellow with a bald head wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing!  We said 'hi' briefly, and he asked if I could help him carry in soft drinks.   So I switched jobs and grabbed another empty hand cart along the wall.  I also took a moment to shed all my clothing and dump it in a pile along the wall. I figured if two other volunteers could be naked, then certainly I could too.  Plus, I figured it would make the naked ones more comfortable to have another naked person in the group.

 

 

 

 I then followed him to the warehouse elevator. We went down to the ground floor. The elevator was very slow. We had a moment to talk. I thought he looked familiar. It turns out he is a celebrity. I won't tell you who, because he asked me, and everyone he spoke with, not to reveal that he was there, because he was worried about hurting his career if it got out that he had attended the Masturbate-a-thon.   Let's just say you've seen him on TV.   On the way down, my new friend who I'll call Franklin started growing an erection. I guess he liked me. Or maybe it was just the thought of what he was going to do next... I'll write more if you guys are interested in this story. Let me know.

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