(This is a series based on the main character from One Last Time. This will follow Eric, the legendary sexual athlete, as he goes through his first Sex Games both competing and watching his teammates, I hope to expand the games with different events for both male and female competitors.)
The two men grunted as they fought for positioning. Each was a man mountain of hard cut muscle, both naked and sweaty from the effort. Each had several blotches of pink paint across their torsos, put there by the other man's rock hard cock.
Eric watched the event from the gallery, around him sat half a dozen members of his team, mostly women of course, Cock Jousting never drew many male observers. Like the rest of team USA, Eric's body was clothed in a white vest that seemed too small for him, he left it open to show off his torso, and a white speedo that was the most uncomfortable thing he'd ever wore. His fault for having such a big dick, he was told by his team captain. Ladies wore a bikini top and thong or g-string.
Of the many things Eric tried in training for the games, he never got a handle on the joust. His trainer blamed it on the size of his dick, twenty two inches was nice and big sure, but Cock Jousting was about more than size.
The contest itself wasn't difficult to understand. Each contender had to stay hard for the duration, in between strikes they could jerk off as they returned to their starting positions to maintain their erections. The head of your cock was splashed with a thick body paint, the more times you hit with the painted end of your dick, the more points you earned.
Each man would run at the other, you could move however you wanted and strike your opponent with any part of your dickhead as long as it was painted. Strikes only counted on the torso, arms and legs couldn't be used for blocking so it was all twisting and contorting your body to dodge. Whoever scored twenty one points won the bout.
One of the two men competing this round was Terrence, the ebony skinned adonis was captain of team USA, he was a wonder. A veteran of three Sex Olympics, holding a dozen Olympic medals and dozens more from smaller international competitions. You'd have a hard time finding a sexual athletic event he hadn't tried.
His thick sixteen inch cock wasn't especially big for the joust, there were plenty others in the seventeen and eighteen inch ranged, but he knew how to use it and his agility usually gave him an edge. His opponent was the Italian world champion, a veteran with an eighteen inch dick and a long list of medals and tournaments to his name, man could he move. It was tough fight but at the moment it looked like Terrance was holding his own with the points even at nineteen.
"Point Italia!" The referee called. After a solid strike to the washboard abs of Terrence. The arena applauded respectfully and quieted once both men returned to their sides for the next charge.
"I hear the Italian champion brings his wife, his harem, and all his kids for one giant orgy every night." Someone behind Eric said. He watched his captain towel away the paint and settle into his position. Italy had twenty, this would be match point for them. Eric leaned forward, watching the men eyeing each other.
"Begin!" The ref called, neither man moved. They waited a few seconds, each guessing what the other would do, Terrence charged, his opponent took off a heartbeat later. It looked like the two naked men would collide in the center, Terrence saw a cross body slash coming and twisted down to his right to dodge then suddenly swinging his cock upwards in an upper cut motion, he hit air.
His opponent had slid down to his left, his slash like cockswing impacting Terrence's knee mid shaft and, in an unbelievable feat of balance Eric didn't think possible, spun hard the other way, pivoting on the balls of his feet. Using the reach of his foot and a half long cock the itailian champion landed his strike on the spine of the American captain and came to a full stop on one knee. "Point! Match!" The ref called.
"Holy fuck he can move!" Mina exclaimed beside Eric, the raven haired bombshell would compete in the Tit Joust later that day, Eric sadly couldn't attend as he had to get ready for his next event. "I'm going to have to remember that."
"Good luck trying with those watermelons you call tits." Eric chuckled. While they were huge, they stood high on her chest and seemingly didn't sag one bit. He could vouch that they had a great bounce to them.
"You didn't have an issue with them when you were cumming all over them last night."
"True." He laughed. "But those things arent for fighting, those jugs were made to collect cum, you big slut."
"You know it stud." She said grinning and pulled him into a passionate kiss. As their tongues wrestled Eric felt blood rush to his dick and that made him pull away.
"I gotta go, I'm due at the field."
"Good luck baby, wanna paint my tits again tonight?"
"We'll see what comes up." He said promising nothing but really hoping nothing else came up, Mina really had world class tits. He left his teammates to watch the next set of bouts, heading to the arena floor to check in with Terrence first. The big man was smiling despite losing his match.
"I got just plain beat. That guy is something else." He said to Eric's question on how he was doing. "You just concentrate on your events." He said sending Eric off to the track and field building. Vicki met him in the locker room, Eric peeled off his vest and slipped out of the speedo that barely contained his bulge. It felt good to be naked again. He didn't mind clothing but the trade off for looking so hot was being uncomfortable in ways he couldn't describe.
He watched Vicki take her time and exaggerate bending over to slip off her thong, presenting her ass enticingly, she never wore the top. Today she'd be helping Eric prep for the event. Bringing him close to orgasm for the Men's Ejaculate Distance. Eric had to make it through three heats to get to the finals. Two happened yesterday, with heat three and the final would be this afternoon.
Eric carried his credentials with him, a simple
piece of paper with his name, country, and an identifier code unique to him. He pulled a grinning Vicki into a kiss and left her to catch up with him. "Hurry, I need to fuck this tight pussy." He growled when their lips broke. He wouldn't need help getting hard but any opportunity to fuck, he'd happily take.
The seven other competitors were gathering around the same time. Eric looked over his competition. He had to be in the top three to advance. He liked his chances today, only three dicks were above sixteen inches with a couple fifteens mixed in. He knew he could project precum pretty far naturally and learning to launch a rope of ball battet wasnt hard, he just had to practice practice practice. Before tue opening ceremony he could launch a rope of cum about ten feet, more if he really tried but that took serious effoet. He was hoping to save that for the medal round.
He turned in his credentials and was directed to his waiting area with a chair for him. A naked and oiled Vicki came bouncing onto the field. She said hello to about a dozen women and pulled the last one into an intense and tongue filled kiss before climbing into Eric's lap and drawing him into an equally passionate oral exchange. "Mmm I'm so fucking hot for you." She purred, gyrating her hips into his lap. Teasing his hardening dick with her firm thighs.
Vicki's job was to bring Eric close to orgasm but not let him cum. She could say and do anything to tease and pleasure him as long as he didn't blow his load. The first two rounds were torture, Eric chose to fuck her ass while he waited, she was so tight it felt like she was squeezing the life out of his cock, Eric swore she did it on purpose.
Eric tried to concentrate on his fellow competitors but had a hard time as Vicki slid between his knees to begin an expert blowjob. He watched others prepare as her tongue glided along the bottom of his veiny shaft. After fifteen minutes the first man signaled he was ready and the round began.
The guy from Spain was huge, all muscled bulk with short brown hair and a sixteen inch dick. He strode confidently over to a painted line and started jerking off, gripping himself tightly with one big hand. Eric watched as he jerked the head of his cock with inch long movements, growling as he got closer and closer. With a gasp and a sharp pull back along his dick he came. The thick rope of cum was about eight inches long and sailed through the air on a shallow curve before splattering on the ground.
A ref measured from the line to the the point of impact. "Nine feet four inches." He called. The big man grinned and retuned to his seat for the next man. Three others went, their ropes similar or barely short of the firsts, then it was Eric's turn. He had Vicki bent over and was fucking her doggy style with slow foot and a half long strokes.
He gave her ass a hard slap as he pulled out to take his turn. Eric spent a full minute squeezing the bulbous head of his cock, fingers twisting and grinding his knob bringing his orgasm closer. He relied on the back of his glands, his hand a blur as he beat off in front of thirty thousand people and who knows how many watching from home. He felt it start. With a grunt he signaled the ref and brought his cock to the line.
He fought the need to cum, holding it and letting the pressure build. His cock muscles begged for release, tensing and being forced to hold their spasms. He gritted his teeth as the feeling of oncoming cum started getting painful. He released with a shout. His rope was overba foot long, it flew with a slight arch and landed loudly at the eleven foot mark.
The ref called the distance and Eric sighed his relief. He turned to the side to let his orgadm
run its course, then returned to the vixen that was his partner and watched the rest while she slowly jerked his still hard cock, their lips met and he got lost in the kiss. A murmur from the crowd pulled his attention away as the last competitor, a buff Japanese representative, fired his blast from a solid fifteen inch dick and it landed hard, twelve and a half feet away. He grinned proudly and returned to his place.
Eric was relieved to see he made it through to the finals, with him was the Spanish guy and the smaller Japanese man. They made the final three of the nine guys who would compete for medals. While event staff got things organized, Vicki crawled back up into Eric's lap, sighing as she impaled herself on his hard dick, her plump ass settling in his lap satisfyingly. The pair slowly ground their hips together, Vicki bouncing on his cock occasionally, their lips fought furiously, lost in lust, as the world moved around them.
They weren't the only ones, the guy from Spain was grinding into his partners guts, she was on her back, hands grabbing his muscular back and shoulders as his hips moved. The Japanese competitor was slowly throat fucking his partner, her front a solid sheet of slobber and precum.
