When the long-standing tradition of an Olympic fire was reintroduced during the 1928 Summer Olympics, an employee of the Electric Utility of Amsterdam lit the first modern Olympic flame in the Marathon Tower of the Olympic Stadium in Amsterdam.
Ever since, the Olympic flame has been part of the Summer Olympics.
Meanwhile, the sight of Abraham Reynolds being brought to a thunderous climax while being stroked by not one, not two, not three, but four beautiful women has been a time-honored tradition at CFNM Games.
In later years, it would signify the start of the Games, his awe-inspiring, 15-inch endowment symbolizing fertility along with the sheer pageantry of The Games. Also, the four women who were chosen to manipulate Abraham's supersized appendage wore togas, similar to that of Roman Empresses.
Back in 1986 at CFNM Games I, the four women stroking Big Abe wore muddy sundresses.
The tradition evolved.
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"C'mon, gals, one hand on top of the other," Katherine beckoned from stage right. "Grip that totem pole nice and tight..."
Abraham, both figuratively and quite literally, towered over everyone on this day, as he - and his gigantic cock - loomed large from atop the medal stand.
Two of the women stood off to his left, the other two to the right, stroking up and down and working in tandem to make sure Abraham's Moby Dick produced a whale-sized load.
"I can't say it takes four hands to jerk me off," laughed Frank Tethers, sipping a tall, cool margarita.
"You're doing great, Abraham. Great job, girls," Kat encouraged, taking a seat in the front row.
Flash bulbs went off everywhere. Even John Mitchell was clicking away on his Kodak Disc, leaning in to get a picture of this can't miss, Kodak moment.
Abraham began stomping his feet, so much excitement rushing through his body that he thought he might blow a fuse.
"Uh-oh, I think he's ready to go, girls," warned Kat with a big grin.
Some of the men and women seated in attendance began holding their hands over their heads, the kind of reaction you get when somebody screams "heads up!"
Betty Summers cracked everybody up by opening up her umbrella.
Mount St. Augustine erupted that year, but those at CFNM Games I remember a different type of explosion.
A majestic, unbroken stream of previously pent-up, male potency was expertly caressed out of Abraham's gargantuan erection, soaring through the air and landing - rather splashing - on top of Betty's red, white and blue umbrella.
She came prepared.
Others were not so lucky, or maybe they were. Several women in the first two rows were actually delighted to be drenched by Abraham's massive, unrelenting seed.
Rope after rope after rope...
"Thar she blows," laughed Chandler.
"Good grief, Abraham," voiced Kat from up close, clapping and laughing at the same time.
Come went everywhere, and hit almost anyone. The four women arced Abraham's dork upwards, so that his plentiful cumshot could soar high into the air before raining down upon the many.
Some tried to avoid it while others considered it a wet, salty souvenir.
Risque t-shirts printed and sold at The Games in the early '90's read "I got soaked by Abraham's jizz!"
It became an honor to bask in his glory.
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John was about to back his way out of the tent and maybe even head in for the night when his efforts were thwarted.
He turned around to see Mary Ellen, Sue and Paige, with wide, shit-eating grins.
"You're not gettin' away that easy, Mister," they taunted.
The three Fairfax sisters played Russian Roulette with John's cock, each taking turns stroking it to see who could make it go off in their hands.
John didn't want the moment to end.
Soon, Mary Ellen's taunting ways and saucy demeanor got the best of him, and he came all over her pretty, little bare feet.
Just like that, CFNM Games I had COME and gone.
But it created memories for a lifetime.
