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The Masturbate-A-Thon, Final Installment

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So Nina Hartley was asking for volunteers, and before I could think it through, I volunteered.

As you may know, Nina Hartley is one of the foremost famous porn stars of the 1990s. She is of medium height, has long blond hair, large breasts, wears glasses, and keeps her vagina smooth as a baby's bottom.  Having already been masturbating but not ejaculating for five hours, among around a hundred beautiful people, all naked and wanking, each in their own way, I was about as horny as a person can be.   And that can obscure judgment.   In fact, that lack of judgment is why people should masturbate.   Rather than becoming intolerably horny, and possibly making social gaffs, if one masturbates regularly, one's hormones will be under much better control. But not on this day, at this time.   My conscious self knew that I'd be on the stage, being filmed for a live Internet feed, as well as for videos that would appear later.   Still, I didn't care. To do something, anything, with Nina Hartley, trumped all. So, she picked me, and I shyly came up onto the stage. It helped that I had spoken with her earlier. I wasn't so much shy about speaking with her, but more about being on the stage with the people in the room watching, and the camera crew filming away.   Dang, I had lost my erection.   At least if I was going to be filmed in such a situation, I'd really like it to be with a big boner. She asked what I particularly enjoy.   At that time in my life, I was particularly enamored of testicle massage, so that's what I told her.   She was absolutely willing to provide just that - in front of everyone! She arranged two straight-back chairs at a forty-five degree angle, so we'd be sort of facing each other, but open to the crowd and cameras so they could see the action.   We sat in our chairs. She reached out, and stroked my soft cock a few times, then gently grabbed my scrotum, feeling around, until she had a good grip on my actual testicles.   I explained that I liked a firm massage.   My wife has often massaged my balls, but she never does it hard enough.   I think she is afraid of injuring me. Now you guys know that testicles are tough, like chicken gizzards, but sudden impact or a too-hard squeeze at the wrong angle can cause great pain. But, it would be quite difficult to injure a testicle by hand.   The thing is, Nina was an expert.   She knew exactly what I meant by firm. She held my balls, one in each hand, between her thumbs and first two fingers.   And she squeezed down hard. Almost too hard. I squirmed, but she knew exactly how much was just right.   My cock jumped, I mean almost literally jumped to attention. While it had been soft leading up to this moment, it just sprang to life. I don't remember her exact words, but it was something to the effect, "Wonderful!"   She was as delighted to be having the right effect on me, as I was in having it done. She not only squeezed my balls, but she kind of moved her thumbs back and forth, sort of rolling/squishing my balls under the pressure.   It didn't hurt at all. It was just exactly right. All the while, she was explaining to the crowd that some men like this sort of thing, and exactly how to do it, etc.  It was like the school teacher - glasses and all - the class, and the model student! Except the student, and the teacher were totally naked, other than little crosses of electrical tape on her nipples. Maybe one of you can write me and tell me what that was about in the comment section. Anyway, like all good things, it had to come to an end. Just before I was about to ejaculate without having my penis touched - just my balls - she stopped.   I'm pretty sure she could read my situation perfectly, and knew not cumming would have better than cumming right then. She knew I wanted the evening to last. So, she said it was time to move on, and demonstrate something else with someone else. Immediately after me, a rather tall bloke with long musician-like dark hair came on. He expressed interest in, and received a blow job. It seems to me that was in violation of the rules. Then again, her touching me was a violation too, wasn't it?   I suppose I could have had a blow job if I had asked for it, but I'm very glad I had Nina squeeze my balls. That is a memory I'll cherish for the rest of my life. The evening wore on. Toward the end, there were only about ten people milling around, no spectators remained in the gallery area, and only three guys masturbating.   I was one of them. One of the others was a thin man of about 70 years of age. He was wearing a T-shirt but nothing else. I don't know why he was allowed a T-shirt when everyone else was totally naked except for the occasional hat.    But T-shirted he was. He had been sporting a nice boner all evening. We had conversed quite a bit, especially as the day wore on. He told me several times that he really liked the look of my body. That surprises me, because I'm at least ten pounds overweight, not tall, not good-looking, nothing special at all. The other guy was a Japanese fellow who pretty much kept to himself.    I don't think he had much command of English. He had flown in from Japan just to participate, and as I understand it, was sponsored by Fleshlight. Of course, he was using a Fleshlight to masturbate with all evening.   You can find a video of him practicing for the Masturbate-a-thon somewhere on the Internet.   I've seen it. His girlfriend who lives with him was casually sewing something, while he wanked away on a futon.   She is used to his 'practice' and commented positively about it. Interestingly, he likes pornographic Anime, not real photographic porn. He says it is 'cleaner.'    Anyway, he was still going strong, while the older gentleman and I conversed and wanked. Interestingly, throughout the entire evening, my arms never got sore. I don't know why. The older fellow and I were talking about edging, which was nearly what we were doing. We were mostly staying well away from orgasm, whereas true edging gets you so close to ejaculation, that you actually have orgasms with contractions, but no ejaculate comes out.    With edging, you stay hard, and can go for hours if the situation is right. So he and I started truly edging.   The situation wasn't right for him. He lost it, and joyously spewed out all over his belly. Soon after, he went to the clothing check, which was now unattended, 'help-yourself,' put on his stuff, said his goodbyes, and left. The Japanese fellow and I continued to wank. Now, it was a spitting contest between the two of us. Or actually, a non-spitting contest, if you know what I mean. We had been at it for more than 8 hours. I was getting a bit bored at this point. The horniness was pretty well worn off, and it was now more about winning, than anything else. But, as I started to think about it, I realized that winning wasn't really that important. As I was having that thought, the lovely young volunteer who had rubbed herself to orgasm right in front of me much earlier in the day came around again, and we started talking about pre-cum, edging, and things like that. She was still naked, and I noticed that my dick was getting harder than it had been in a couple of hours. You know the times that your penis gets so solid that the tip takes on a deeper color and shines? As she was casually watching me wank, and as we were talking about pre-cum and all that, I had a thought about something I had done several times in my life: I can sometimes edge so perfectly that a single drop of cum comes out. I don't lose my erection, and I can keep going.    I asked whether she'd like to see that. "Yes," she said enthusiastically, with sparkly eyes. OK, I was going to show her my trick. (Like an eight-year-old showing off a pet hamster.) She settled down for a close look at my dick.   I kind of reflected on the thought that here was a beautiful woman looking very intently at my penis.    Not an everyday situation.     And it was that thought that drove me over the edge. I ejaculated alright, but not one drop.  I came, and came, and came! Some of it even got on her ankle.

For me the night was over. I had gone eight hours and twenty-one minutes. The Japanese guy won at eight hours and forty-some minutes, but I certainly won also!    It is a day I'll never forget. I have since attended the annual Masturbate-a-thon twice more, and both times, although quite different in several ways, were as great as the first.

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