I Wasn't Going To...

I attended the Masturbate-A-Thon in San Francisco three times. What an amazing party! Around 120 people attended each time, probably around 70% male, 30% female. When I signed in, I signed the release, and got the wrist band that indicated I had consented to be filmed. I just did it in case. I had no intention of participating in the Internet feed of the event. They said they were going to produce a public video from the feed as well, and I wanted no part of that, of course. So, a few hours in, and everything was going nicely. I had even had a little conversation with Nina Hartley, one of the headliners, and a specactular porn star from a few years earlier. Now, she was transititioning into becoming an author. She was still super hot-looking with those huge tits of hers, her long blond hair, and librarian glasses. She was totally naked for this event, as was everyone other than cameramen, security personnel, and the musicians from two rock bands. At one point, she got on the stage and asked for volunteers. She would demonstrate whatever the volunteer wanted. As if someone crazy was in control of my body, my hand shot up in an instant like a schoolboy. She picked me. My immediate thought was 'to hell with the cameras, I don't care!' She asked what I wanted, and I said I had recently been enamored with testicle massage. She said "Fine, let's do that." She had me sit in a folding chair. and she pulled up another chair so she was facing me close enough to reach in and handle my testicles just fine. My penis had been erect leading up to that point, and it was even more erect at that moment, if that was possible, and it was practically touching her nose as she leaned in. She started gently fondling my balls. It was all I could do to keep from ejaculating right there in front of the 50 or so people watching. And the cameras. There were two camera men with large handheld units. One was filming right over my shoulder so close that I felt the underside of his hand bruh my shoulder a couple of tmes. The other was filming just to one side of Nina, aimed right at my rock-hard penis. I wasn't afraid. Not at all. I was proud. I was so happy to be being filmed at that point. Who knew that I was an exhibitionist? Nina knew exactly what she was doing. She massaged my balls between her thumbs and first two fingers, one testicle in each hand. She was firm, but not too firm. It was wonderful. I've ejaculated just from ball massage in the past, so it's a wonder I didn't cum right then. A couple of times I had to multiply 2 x 2 x 2 and so on in my head to avoid orgasming. It was the Masturbate-A-Thon after all, and I didn't want to cum too soon and spoil everything. Quite often after I ejaculate, the mood changes and I lose interest. Does that happen to you also? She went on about five minutes, then my moment of glory was over. She thanked me, as if I had done her a favor, and then called for another volunteer. The next guy wanted a blowjob - well outside of the Masturbate-A-Thon rules, but that's exactly what he got from Nina Hartley. Celebrities can break rules. Why hadn't I thought of that? But, I was beyond happy, just having had such a sexual experience from one of the top porn stars of all time, and on camera, and in front of 50 people, no less! Yup, that's me in the photo. My dick isn't really larger than normal,  the size is an optical illusion.