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Jayne and I were both part of Team GB for the Masturbation Olympics. Amazingly, I got through to the finals so I'm going to skip the heats and jump to the finals. My event will follow in Part 2 but first the men's event...
First the rules:
Men have 20 minutes in which to perform and the aim is to cum as close to 20 minutes from the starting pistol as possible. Extra marks are awarded for accuracy to this timetable.
Points will be given for the distance the cum travels.
Points will be given for artistic style.
If no hands are used, rule 1 does not apply and men can cum as soon as they like, hands-free, and the first competitor to do so is the winner.
For a hands-free win, hands must be behind the competitors back from the start.
The spectators in the arena are welcome to masturbate if they want to.
There were 6 finalists and the camera followed the naked men as they took their positions in their individual circles (like a shot putter circle with a step at the front to stop overstepping). Their names were called out over the loudspeakers and were accompanied by cheering from supporters while the camera panned down from their faces to their cocks which were projected onto big screens. In lane 3 was my friend Greg, part of Team GB.
Once introductions were out of the way, the judges lined up in front of the competitors, three men and three women.
“Gentlemen take your marks”, called the head judge.
The competitors took their positions, mostly standing and thrusting their semi-erect cocks forward.
“BANG”, the pistol fired.
From the previous heats, I noticed that it was generally the best tactic to try to go for hands-free and resort to the manual approach if a cum was not possible. I only saw this happen in one of the heats.
All six guys were standing with their hands behind their backs thrusting their now fully erect cocks forward, clenching teeth and clenching pelvic floors in an attempt at hands-free cumming.
In lane 1 was the US competitor who had an extraordinarily curved cock, sweeping up almost to his navel.
Lane 2 was the Nigerian with his huge slab of black meat.
Greg was in lane 3. Not the best physical example but plenty to get hold of.
Lane 4 was the Swiss. What he lacked in length, he made up in girth. An incredibly fat cock.
Lane 5 was the Russian. A weight lifter but a surprisingly small cock.
Lane 6 was the surprise package of the Chilean. A small man but with a big cock.
For the first ten minutes, all of the competitors strained as they tried to get a hands-free victory. Cocks were twitching violently as they tried every means they could. Most had eyes shut trying to call to mind erotic triggers in their minds. The Russian guy was watching a particularly pretty girl in the front row who was pleasuring herself through her jeans (maybe a planted team-mate, I thought).
The Chilean was the first to start using hands. Not in the usual way though, obviously going for extra style points. He just tickled that sensitive spot under the cock head.
Over the next couple of minutes, they all started rubbing, rolling, flicking, slapping their cocks, all in an attempt to be original and win extra style points.
The Nigerian was starting to sweat and I noticed he paused from touching his cock as a small string of precum was hanging from his huge cockhead. His head went back and he gritted his teeth but he was beyond self-control now and he groaned as a stream of cum erupted from his cock. It was too soon for him to be a contender and he knew it as he withdrew from his circle.
“Come on, Greg! Keep it together, only another five minutes to go!” The camera zoomed in on my face and then on Greg's cock. Greg was looking skywards adopting the tickling style that the Chilean had used.
A big cheer went up and I looked across just as a stream of cum sprayed out of the cock of the American. It just missed a female judge who was paying more attention to the Swiss man's cock.
The camera panned across all of the remaining cocks. They all showed precum except Greg's. I started to hope that he could bring home gold.
About eighteen minutes in and the Russian blew his load but the range he achieved was very short so probably no chance for him. That meant Greg was in the medals with just the Swiss and the Chilean left.
The same female judge went in very close to the Chilean's cock and inspected him closely. I guess any guy who has an attractive female so close to his cock is going to find it hard not to cum on her face. The Chilean was no different and he emptied his balls onto the judge's face and hair. He demonstrated loudly saying it was unfair but, like in football, the referee is considered part of the pitch and it's up to the players to avoid them.
That left Greg and the Swiss man fighting for gold and silver. Both were sweating, blowing through gritted teeth as they worked on their cocks, each closely surrounded by three of the judges. Greg still tickling while the Swiss adopted a more regular pumping action. The question now was, could they cum in the twenty minutes as there were big point penalties for overrunning.
With two minutes to go, as his team member, I started cheering Greg on.
“Come on Greg. Two minutes to go. You can do it! Get that big cock ready to cum! Do it for me!”
I had to hold back, I didn't want him to blow too soon.
Meanwhile, the girl in the front row had her hand down her unzipped jeans and was jilling vigorously. For the first time I realised I too was dripping.
One minute to go.
“Come on, Greg! Get ready to shoot! I'm gonna cum with you too!” My hand was down the front of my Team GB tracksuit bottoms, rubbing furiously at my soaking pussy.
Twenty seconds to go.
Give it to me, Greg! I'm ready to cum too!”
Greg let out a huge roar, thrust his cock forward and, at 19:54 minutes unleashed a huge stream of cum. Then another that went further. At the same time, the Swiss was grunting and spraying his cum towards the crowd. All this happened in slow motion for me as my orgasm ripped through me. I looked at the clock. It was stopped at 19:56 when the Swiss came. I looked down at the cum on the floor in front of Greg and in front of the Swiss. It was very close but it looked to me like the Swiss had shot further, quite an achievement, I thought, given the size of his cock. That meant he was the winner unless Greg had accumulated enough points for style.
Over in the front row, I could see the jilling woman fall to her knees moaning loudly as she came on her fingers in her jeans.
Judges bent down to measure the distances for each. I noticed that if points were awarded for quantity, Greg would win hands down. He had a huge puddle of cum but the small, furthest drop was where the measurement was made to.
The judges went into a huddle. Words were whispered between them. Notes were shared around. They broke up and the head judge walked to the scorer's desk with an expressionless face and passed a note over.
The big electronic scoreboard flashed into life.
Team GB 6,233 points
A respectable score but was it enough.
Team Switzerland...
Greg and I looked at each other, holding our breath.
6,231 flashed up on the screen. Gold for Team GB! I leapt into the air wrapping my legs around Greg's waist, feeling his still dripping and semi-erect cock press into my pussy area. If it wasn't for the fact that my event was tomorrow, I would have probably fucked him there and then.
A female member of the Swiss team was on her knees sucking the cum off the dejected Swiss competitors cock as a consolation. Meanwhile, the female spectator in the front row was bucking around as another orgasm hit her.
My final is tomorrow and you will be able to read about it in Part 2...
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