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A Night at the Masturbate-A-Thon

This is a true story. Not a client, but my own experience.

I was emailing a ProWank penpal about a video he had posted on the Internet. It was him masturbating that was pretty obviously shot by someone else, since it had panning and zooming, which would have been hard to do by one’s self while jerking off.

My email response turned into a fairly long-winded discussion of an evening I spent at the Masturbate-A-Thon in San Francisco, and so I thought I might as well go and paste it into a new story here. So here goes:

For those of you who don’t know, the Masturbate-A-Thon is an annual event held to promote healthy sexuality and promote socially-conscious charities. Like a walk-a-thon, bike-a-thon or any similar activity, one gets pledges from friends, family, co-workers, etc, but in this case, not on how many miles you manage to run, walk, or bike, but instead, for how long you can jerk off.

At first I was reluctant to bring up my plan to participate, along with my request for pledges, among my friends and coworkers, but finally, I did. All were supportive, and I did get a half-dozen pledges. I also tried to talk them into attending, but they all chickened out.

I didn’t bring it up with my parents or sister. While I would have loved to, I was just too timid to do so. I did bring it up with my wife, who at first planned to attend with me. Then, a couple of days before the event, she backed out.

When I announced I was going anyway, she got mad at me! Well, you can’t have it both ways, I figured, plus, I was really, really excited about attending!

Anyway, here’s the email I sent the guy: How fun it would be to jerk off while someone films you! I’ve actually experienced that once, but not the way one would expect. I attended the Masturbate-A-Thon in San Francisco. You may have read about my experience here on ProWank. If you haven’t, the short version is that Nina Hartley, arguably the biggest porn star from the 1990s was there, still looking good as ever, and sort of headlining, along with a few others.

When signing in, we were all given the option of signing release forms and given wrist bands to indicate we were OK to be videoed for a professional-quality Internet feed and subsequent video. I went ahead and signed, even though I knew I’d never actually do anything in which I’d be filmed. Boy, was I wrong!

The event started off with everyone taking off their clothes and putting them in charge of some volunteers in a coat-check-like room. The place was warm, so it was easy to be naked.

It was a bit harder to be calm about it, being naked among around 120 other naked people of both sexes. In time it normalized and was great fun!

We were instructed that we would have to wank for 55 minutes out of every hour. We could take 5 minutes to pee, eat refreshments, etc. It didn’t matter if we were hard the whole time or not, as long as we were wanking. It didn’t matter whether we had orgasms or not, as long as we wanted to keep wanking.

There was stage entertainment, videos, groups of men and women conversing, refreshments, live music, and some people showing off in various ways, such as walking around waving a huge erection, or showing how many orgasms they could have in a row. These latter people were all women. At the time, I, and most men, had no idea that guys could have multiple orgasms.

Most of the people were accomplished edgers. It was one of the early years of the Masturbate-A-Thon, and some things were still allowed that were ruled out later. Most importantly, it was sort of OK to reach out and wank another willing person, and so there was quite a bit of that going on.

Later in the evening, Nina was on the little stage, and asked whether anyone wanted anything special, and she’d volunteer to do it on stage. My hand shot up in in an instant, like an overly exuberant schoolboy. And she picked me!

So there I was in front of television cameras, being filmed live for an unknown number of viewers. The Masturbate-a-thon was a publicized event, and even though only around 120 people were brave enough to attend, I’m guessing thousands around the world were watching.

On top of that, the Masturbate-A-Thon had also set up a spectators gallery, in which clothed people could watch as an audience, paying $40 each for tickets. There were about 30 or 40 spectators.

I said I enjoyed testicle massage, a phase I was going through at the time. She had me sit in a folding chair, with my legs spread wide, knelt on the floor in front of me, and went to work, while a couple of cameramen zoomed in for a closer view. She was an expert, knowing exactly how hard to squish my balls between her thumbs and fingers for that exhilarating feeling, without crossing over into pain.

It was unfortunately over after only a few minutes as the next volunteer came on the stage. He got a ‘blow job’ from her as she bent the rules of the event a bit.

I didn’t cum while in her hands, wanting to save myself to participate in the Masturbate-a-thon as long as I could. In fact, I lasted 8 hours and 22 minutes, and was the second longest one.

A Japanese fellow using a fleshlight-like tool, and sponsored by the company that makes them, went another 20 minutes for the record.

I’m guessing if I had been able to keep going, he would have gone even longer – whatever it took to be the winner, whereas I was just enjoying a wonderful evening of entertainment and edging, initially with over a hundred people and then only a dozen or so people milling around at the end. It was so much fun, I also attended the year after, and the year after that. I would have attended every year since, but moved out of the area.

See also: More Accounts of the Masturbate-A-Thon.

1 thought on “A Night at the Masturbate-A-Thon

  1. this sounds like an incredible event. would be a nice spot to plan a family vacation

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