Dick Wojohowski drove his rusty but trusty 1978 Chevy truck onto the muddy playing grounds.
He was hauling the rented 50-foot, 1,500-watt lights that would be used to illuminate the final, frantic events of CFNM Games I.
The wheels spun around in the mud, trying to gain traction. The wet dirt went everywhere, hitting anyone within proximity. Some of the men, most likely intoxicated, danced around in the mud shower.
"Oh, brother, we should have planned this out a little bit better," Kat remarked, albeit with a chuckle.
"Things to think about for next year," John added.
Nevertheless, the truck found traction and the lights were soon up and ready.
CFNM Games I extended into the evening hours.
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Ejaculation is a big, big part of any CFNM event, and at the first Games, it was celebrated to an emphatic degree.
So excited with the idea of having men stroke their poles in the spirit of sport, the women broke this event into multiple categories.
One category awarded the gentleman who could shoot the furthest, another the longest, and there were also targets set up to see who could hit a bull's eye.
Rows of five men each lined each event.
"This reminds me of the squirt game at the amusement park," Brian Walker commented, as he began to beat off furiously for the multitude of voyeuristic women packing the tent.
"Oh, where you keep hitting the target and the little guy goes up, and then the bell goes off when he hits the top (laugh)? I hear ya, I know the game you speak of," Kat laughed, as she judged the five men and made sure they were staying behind the designated line, and in effect she was getting a good, long look at each of their packages.
There was sort of a domino effect in the tent that night - when one prick went off, the others soon followed.
In one hectic moment, come was flying everywhere, ropes of semen arcing through the air with tremendous velocity, splashing against their marks.
"A lot of enthusiasm for this event," Kat playfully understated.
Scores were added up based on where each man's wadd had landed. Each score card was drenched.
The female spectators soon bent down and under the rope encircling the competitors, rushing over to hug the men. It was a way of congratulating each for their gamesmanship.
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Nobody expected the guy with the most diminutive prick to come away with the gold medal for the longest cumshot.
But that's exactly what happened at CFNM Games I, as Ron Derby, simply known as "The Fireplug," launched his load an astounding 21 feet.
His hardened penis a mere three inches, Ron was lugging around a set of nuts that looked like a pair of tangerines.
The women were astounded with his power and potency.
Derby was capable of multiple orgasms, and just minutes after his winning shot, he dazzled one big-bosomed gal by drenching her top with his seed. She was standing some 12 feet away.
"Now that's what I call a wet T-shirt contest," Brittany Peters laughed, swaying her big melons to and fro, the outline of them visible with a bit of squinting, her 'View to a Kill' tee appearing as though she walked through a rain storm.
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Eighteen-year-old John Johnson, the kid with the funny name, wanted to win SOMETHING at CFNM Games I.
He was skinny, had a bit of acne, but was a cute kid with glasses and a whole lot of fiery determination.
When he heard about the event through his girlfriend's older sister, who had teased him into attending, he immediately knew his plan of attack.
He would go months without release, all in an effort to win the gold for biggest load.
