Hardiness

The goal of the hardiness contest was quite simple: Maintain your erection for as long as possible while a team of specialists tries its best to disrupt it. The last man "standing" wins and the longer you hold out, the more points you get.

This event was important for the overall rating, but it usually didn't attract more than a very specialized crowd, as there wasn't much action, the whole event was designed around the conceit of being both boring and unappealing, and the "showdown" basically consisted of two guys with boners standing next to one another for about an hour.

The "entertainment" was carefully curated by the tournament organizers, consisting of a mixture of actors reading legal texts in monotone voices and panel discussions on the most boring topics imaginable (this year it was a dispute in the Geographical Society concerning measurement errors in peak surveys on islands off the coast of Antarctica) interspersed with pictures and video clips of gnarly insects and rare diseases.

I managed to do quite well overall, still being able to recall the memory of the night a certain wrecked little cumslut knocked at my door and let me **** her, so that I squarely beat Josh, who had enough after about twenty minutes and trotted back to the lobby, muttering at his flaccid member on the way out. Once again, no-one could hold a candle to Jackson, who remained as steadfast as a rock throughout the ordeal, although his competitor, one of his closest friends, gave him such a hard time that the event organizers actually ran out of boring material and had to improvise. In the end, they had to resort to one of the judges reading excerpts from his new book, a chronicle of changes in electoral regions in Perth, Australia, which proved too much for Jackson's friend and his rapidly shrinking dick.

I decided early on that I had nothing much to gain from watching Jackson maintain a hard-on for over an hour, so I joined Josh backstage and used the opportunity to kick back and relax with him.

After about half an hour, the girls returned from their Drench Dressing, and they were a sight to behold. I had seen (and participated in) my fair share of bukkakes in my time, and I thought I had seen what it was like for a girl to be covered head to toe in man juice, but what had been done to these three took the cake. There was literally not a single square millimeter on their bodies that was free of cum. To paint you a picture: Think the wildest bukkake you've ever seen. Then double it. Now take the lucky girl, dip her in a vat of cum, then put her in another bukkake scene. That's what the girls looked like. Natalie and Rebecca actually looked slightly shocked, while Madison, of course, had expected nothing else. You know those shampoo commercials where a woman stands in the sea and swishes back her head to produce a graceful arc of water? Well, Madison was able to do that, but with cum. Becca and Nat, on the other hand, looked more like they had just come inside from the storm of the century, with semen instead of rain. Their hair was soaked in white stuff and clung to their faces, the sides of their heads, and their shoulders. The three of them were leaving a trail of cum behind them that caused one of the staff members to slip and fall -- there was enough of it on the floor that when she stood up, she looked like she had been in a sizable bukkake herself.

While we waited for Jackson to come back from his bonerfest, the girls told us about what had happened to them in the event, and we passed the time until the start of our respective Orgasm Donor events.