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.