The Freemont Fuck Fest

Natalie and I had been going out for the better part of a year when Rebecca and Josh came to us with a proposal. Jackson and Madison were once again practicing for the Freemont Fuck Fest that would take place during the summer, and they were looking for couples to take along.

The Freemont Fuck Fest was one of over 20 regional qualifiers that fed into the All-American Fuck-Off, a huge national event that took place every two years and was second only to the Superbowl in terms of media attention and public scrutiny. I had always been an avid follower of the Fuck-Off and its regional sub-events, but apart from occasionally volunteering as an extra for the Drench Dressing or Orgasm Donor events, I had never thought of entering the competition itself. Of course, this was mainly due to the fact that I hadn't been able to keep a girlfriend for long enough -- even though the event was ostensibly open to single competitors that would be randomly matched for the couples categories, everyone knew the only way to really stand a chance was to be in a dedicated relationship with someone whose body you knew in and out.

Madison and Jackson were the only people I knew who had ever been successful in the tournament -- there was a significant number of people in our city who saw them as minor celebrities, due to the fact that last year, they had actually managed to qualify for the national event, where they had proceeded to be utterly dominated by Katie Stevens and Logan Hutcheon, three-time world champions, in the first round of the playoffs. Still, they had made it further than anyone else I knew, and I had the utmost respect for their dedication. They spent an extroardinary proportion of their free time practicing and participating in local events, which they regularly won. This was also the reason why Madison had been so crazy prepared at Brock's party, with her gallons of lube -- her moneymaker was literally that, and she wasn't about to risk her source of income by having unlubricated anal with a rando.

At first, Nat was intimidated by the prospect of performing in such a fiercely competitive environment, but eventually we realized that because we wouldn't stand a chance against Jackson and Madison anyway, we didn't have anything to lose and could instead focus on a friendly competition with Josh and Becca, who were quite gung-ho about the whole thing.

When Fuck Fest Weekend finally rolled around, I felt giddy and nervous. Saturday would be dedicated to a gruelling ten hours of solo challenges, with only those who had performed adequately moving on to Sunday, which was filled with couples competitions. I could tell that Natalie felt even queasier than I did, exacerbated by the fact that she was told by the T.O. to wipe my good-luck cumshot off her face in order not to influence the jury. There were only a few seconds for me to cradle her pretty head in my hands and for her to give my cock a last squeeze before we were both whisked away to the Penis Pageant and the Cooch Contest, respectively.