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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.

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A New Kind of Sex

My wife introduced me to a new kind of sex. I can’t believe I didn’t find out about this until over sixty years of age! But oh well, we can do it now. Lots of it.

Like many married couples, over the years, we had crazy sex in our early years, then more and more normal sex less and less often as the years went by. My wife seems totally OK with that, but I have felt the loss at times.

Oh, I’ve done ‘things.’ In fact, you may have read some of my stories here on ProWank. But one night a couple of months ago, I was particularly horned up, and resigned to rubbing myself in bed next to my wife while she fell asleep. She says she enjoys the rhythm of the bed shaking as I do that. But, I’d much rather have her participate somehow. And that night, she did.

She rolled over, mellow but evidently not particularly sleepy, and announced she was going to show me ‘a kind of sex.’ I had no idea what she had in mind, but I was all for anything to do with sex. And a ‘new kind?’ Oh, wow!

As we laid side by side on our backs, she reached over with her right hand and touched the head of my dick with her index finger ever so lightly. It was almost a tickle, but oh, so much sweeter. In no time, I was entirely hardened up.

Normally, we’d then graduate to me doing something of a masturbatory nature to her, and then on to some rather ordinary version of penetrative sex. But not tonight. She kept up the super-light touching for quite a while. Then she touched my frenulum, the bit of skin just under the glans (head of the penis) on the dorsal side – now facing up as my penis laid against my belly, but usually facing down when one is standing). This was amazing. Next, she started pinching the frenulum between her thumb and forefinger, and pulling it up gently, lifting my hard penis off my belly. This was great.

I never realized such a simple thing could feel so good. Have someone do it to you some time. For best results, keep it up (literally) for several minutes.

This is when she explained that I wasn’t expected to ejaculate. In her ‘new kind of sex’ she fondles me for quite a while. I stay hard, but I don’t cross over into the orgasmic stage.

I didn’t think it would be very enjoyable, figuring I’ve got to orgasm, or I’ll never get to sleep. Right? But I went with it. Because after all, what she had been doing for the past ten minutes was truly exquisite. During the next half hour or so, she lightly tickled my scrotum, then she massaged my balls somewhat more firmly, but still quite gently. Then more of the light fingertip touches of the glans. Then a bit of light, short stroking. Then sort of glans massage – essentially rolling my glans around in her fingertips. And she repeated those variations in random order for a while.

Surprisingly, I never really felt like ejaculating. But I felt something equally nice. I think the word might be sensual. My penis stayed rock hard except for a couple of minutes when my mind drifted momentarily to a slightly troubled grandchild. But then I sprang back to life.

After a while, she slowed down and stopped. She had fallen asleep with her hand wrapped around my penis. A few minutes later, I fell asleep also, and slept a wonderful, peaceful night. I think as I fell asleep, my dick was still totally erect, something new for me.

True, I woke up horny the next morning, but the ‘new kind of sex’ turned out to have been a wonderful way to spend the evening. We have done it several times since.

As a volunteer, I teach card games, mathematics, and Spanish in continuing (adult) education. If I had the gumption, I’d start a new class: “A New Kind of Sex.” In that class, after signing consent forms, we’d have couples not only learn the techniques in theory, but we’d have lots of group practice sessions. Maybe even have a ‘graduate’ program where we experiment with new skills.

I haven’t yet decided whether the classes should be open only to committed couples, or whether we could assign partners or allow people to mix and match. I think gay couples should be allowed too, of course. What about committed couples mixing it up in class? I think that would be OK as long as all parties are in agreement, and that it is considered a classroom activity, nothing more. Would you like to sign up for my class?

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Why Men and Women are Different

The average man is slightly larger and stronger than the average woman.

In the past men had to be strong and mono-focused to catch that deer for dinner. They had to have the strength to build shelters, protect their family against wild animals and defend invasions from other tribes.

Women had to have endurance and be multi-taskers to manage multiple children all day.

These days, there are many women who are stronger than men, and many men who have more endurance. If a woman beats a man in arm wrestling, for instance, he shouldn’t be embarrassed. Instead, perhaps he can be proud for her that she was able to beat him.

Tolerance to pain is also different. Men had to scramble over rocks and through bushes to keep after that antelope until they could catch it. They couldn’t stop to feel their pain if they got scratched by a thorny plant.

On the other hand, in order to insure the success of our species, women had to be more aware of pain. They had to especially be empathetic to the pain of their pre-verbal children.

When it comes to sexual matters, it is very helpful to know that we are all different. Your partner may not be a stereotypical man or woman. So, the best bet is to start with gentle sexual activities. If your partner asks for something increasingly physical, give it to them – building up carefully.

The author Ann Rand (The Fountainhead, Atlas Shrugged) wrote some sex scenes in which the man literally threw the woman around. He was quite rough with her. Very few women – or men – would want that, but it goes to show that her idea of a sexual good time was roughness. We are all different.

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P-Spot Stimulation

“How can I learn to massage the P-spot on a man?”

For those who don’t know, the P-spot is about 2 inches (5cm) inside the anus against the front wall of the rectum. Pressing that spot compresses the prostate gland, which when done just right gives a delicious, sexual, gotta-pee-like feeling. Since the prostate stores semen, some can be squeezed out through the urethra even though the man doesn’t ejaculate. Sometimes, a man can orgasm from P-spot stimulation. That tends to be a bit different, a more full-body orgasm.

It does take some practice to massage the spot just right for maximum pleasure. A man can usually barely reach the spot with his own fingers. Some will use a tool such as a kitchen utensil with a blunt handle or a devise called Aneros.

However the best way to learn to massage the P-spot is to enlist the help of a volunteer. This can be a friend, coworker or family member. Anyone who might enjoy the pleasure without being geeked out about the possibility of encountering a little poop or thinking it is ‘gay’ in some sort of negative way.

As to poop, it usually doesn’t happen. The anal area is reasonably clean between poopings. One can also use rubber gloves, or an enema to clean the anal passage before engaging in P-spot stimulation. Playing with an enema can be enjoyable in its own right.

Aneros, available on Amazon

See also, Spots.

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PhD on No-Fap

I found this post on Quora, and thought it is well-worth quoting verbatim. It’s by Eugene Mormon who has a PhD in Theology from the Cypress Bible Institute

Young people typically “jump on bandwagons” and follow trends, and one of them, like most, was completely made up as a complete joke. The inventor of the “no fap” crap never took it seriously. Others made it into what it is now, a bunch of people making things up as they go along and pretending to have achieved some great accomplishment.

I’ve watched the same videos you speak of, people kissing their muscles, attributing them not to exercise but “no fap”. Others droning on about how masturbation was all they did, all day, all night, then “no fap” came along with the idea of going outside and talking to other people, and poof! magically, they start meeting new people! It wasn’t “no fap” that helped them meet new people, it was putting their penis down for five minutes and talking to other human beings instead of being in their mother’s basement masturbating for hours on end. I’ve seen the ones where one guy gibbered for an hour or so pretending to sound like a psychoanalyst, discussing some deep dark thing in one’s subconscious mind driving them to masturbate.

Some people have nothing else in life at all. Nothing to be proud of, no accomplishments of note, nothing that makes them stand out in the slightest. The idea of succeeding in overcoming a really powerful impulse is the peak of their lives. That IS something for them to brag about.

In the dark ages, there were tons of stupid things completely made up about masturbation, to a point of people reacting psychotically to masturbation, and making the people who made up these crazy things rich by buying their made up books, sadistic devices, and fake medicines. Some wasted good money on fake “clergy” “blessing” their children and “casting out the demons of masturbation” from them and so on. It was all a money-making scheme. In other countries, religious leaders made up complete nonsense about how masturbation will “harm” them and cause them to “lose their life force”, and with great irony endorsing beating the living shit out of their children for masturbation, supposedly to “prevent them from harm”!

The anti-masturbation freaks are far more harmful and have caused far more damage and misery than anything masturbation ever has. And people just keep making things up about it. Even in 2020, there still are crazed, mentally sick individuals that just keep making one idiotic thing after another up about it. It is their whole lives, OTHER PEOPLE’S CROTCHES. Could anything possibly be sicker? I mean, out of all the hobbies and sports and forms of entertainment available, they choose to obsess over other people’s crotches? And how to stop them from touching their own crotch?

To me, it’s a weird mental illness. It should be in the DSM and studied by medical and psychiatric professionals.

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Perfect Invention for Lesbians

I thought I came up with the perfect invention for lesbians and women with adventurous boyfriends, until my friend Spurtz told me it already exists.

The versions you can buy right now, one of which is shown above, are like strapless strap-ons. With the business end, you can penetrate your girlfriend’s pussy, or her anus, or your boyfriend’s anus, just like a strap on. But here’s where it gets interesting: You wear the other half inside your vagina, so while you’re thrusting, you get pretty much the same internal sensations a man would get. Not only that, but it appears to have a clit stimulator also.

Actually, I’m not clear whether the end you wear goes in your pussy or your anus. I would think pussy would be better and more realistic. Well, if this one isn’t right, there are several competing models on Amazon.

The version I invented was slightly different. I thought it might have inflatable components, so once inserted in yourself, you could pump it up for a super-snug fit. The other end could be separately inflated to maximize what your friend can accommodate.

The ones you can buy don’t do that, but I guess that’s not necessary. However, something I never thought of is what they do instead: They have integrated vibrators.

I believe some versions even have two separate vibrators, probably Bluetooth controlled, so you can feel one vibration intensity and pattern inside you, while your partner can experience a whole different sensation. If this version doesn’t do that, I’m guessing there are others on Amazon that do.

Have fun!

strapless strapon for lesbians and women with adventurous boyfriends
Available from Amazon

Available from Amazon

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Billie Eilish

Billie Eilish is our kind of hero!

In an April, 2024 interview with Rolling Stone, the famous singer she publicly stated some very bold things about her own interest in masturbation including:

“I should have a Ph.D. in masturbation.”

“Self-pleasure is an enormous, enormous part of my life, and a huge, huge help for me.”

“People should be jerking it, man. I can’t stress it enough, as somebody with extreme body issues and dysmorphia that I’ve had my entire life.”

She went on to talk about how she likes to get naked and wank in front of a mirror, “Partly because it’s hot, but it also makes me have such a raw, deep connection to myself and my body, and have a love for my body that I have not really ever had,” she said. “I got to say, looking at yourself in the mirror and thinking ‘I look really good right now’ is so helpful.”

“You can manufacture the situation you’re in to make sure you look good. You can make the light super dim, you can be in a specific outfit or in a specific position that’s more flattering. I have learned that looking at myself and watching myself feel pleasure has been an extreme help in loving myself and accepting myself, and feeling empowered and comfortable.”

What is Billie’s current sexual orientation?

“Dude, I’ve known people that don’t know their sexuality, or feel comfortable with it, until they’re in their forties, fifties, sixties.”

“I’ve been in love with girls for my whole life, but I just didn’t understand — until, last year, I realized I wanted my face in a vagina.”

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How We Managed Simultaneous Orgasm

My wife and I attempted simultaneous orgasm often, but never managed it early in our marriage. Of course we enjoyed practicing.

In time, we learned a couple of tricks that made simultaneous orgasm not only possible, but fairly easy to accomplish.

First, I had to overcome premature ejaculation. In time, I learned not only to hold off orgasm for a while, but to actually have dry orgasms, staying erect and aroused, and able to do it over and over again.

The second problem is that while my wife is very orgasmic in general, like many women she doesn’t often orgasm from ordinary intercourse. In the early years, after I’d cum in her, I would use my fingers or tongue to give her orgasms. We both enjoyed this very much.

Then, we figured out that she can orgasm from intercourse if we do it in doggie position. That means she’d get on her hands and knees, and I’d be on my knees behind her. Perhaps something about the angle of my penis within her in that position does the trick.

Putting the two together allowed us to reach our goal: Simultaneous orgasms.

One of the fringe benefits is that in the doggie position, I have a great view of her anus. When she orgasms, I see her asshole rhythmically contracting, which is a huge turn-on for me. If I’m otherwise going to be a bit late in orgasming, seeing that sends me over the edge.

See also Simultaneous Orgasm.

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G-Spot Stimulation

Try this, but understand it won’t work every time with every woman. However, if you are gentle and caring, almost all will enjoy your effort.

Once she is ready, which means after lots of foreplay which might involve kissing, massage then possibly clit licking (, you may notice that her inner labia have widened. She may also have some wetness in her vaginal area. This is a generalization. Most women are slower to ‘warm up’ than men, so foreplay is a good idea. Also, everyone is somewhat different in their physiology.

You can also feel free to communicate. When the mood is right, and you let her know that you intend to stimulate her G-spot, she may be very receptive. More so than if you were to just jump right in.

So, when the time is right, introduce a well-lubed finger slowly into her vagina. Once she’s used to that, put in two fingers. Now, get in a position where you can curl your two fingers upward against the front wall of her body just above the vaginal opening. So, your fingers are in her, and curved up and forward. If you lightly stroke the area, it should feel kind of rough like lots of little ridges on her inner surface sort of like soft fish scales. Experiment with depth, position and pressure letting her know she is welcome to tell you what works for her and what does not.

In time, she may have an amazingly strong orgasm that may be better than any clitoral orgasm she’s ever had. Or maybe not. Go in with no expectations, and you may be pleasantly surprised. When a woman does have such an orgasm it is as delightful, or maybe even more delightful for you than when you have your own orgasm.