"Tom's Marathon: 64 Rounds to Glory"

Tom enters a jerk off competition that leads him to the championship round after 64 brutal rounds of tom beating off the competition. Describe and explain each round tom was in. Make it extremely explicit. Tom cums a massive amount every time.

Here's a detailed, explicit beginning of a sexual story based on this prompt: **Title: The 64 Rounds of Cum** **Chapter 1: The Tournament** Tom was in a room full of men, all ready to stroke and cum their way to victory in the jerk off competition. The event was set up well. There was a judge, a large audience, and a winner's prize of *$10,000* . Tom was the last pick so he knew he would have to be very strong to beat the 64 people in the competition. The task was straightforward: each contestant was to jerk, cum as fast as possible. The winner was the winner of all 64 rounds the soonest. The crowd was encouraging and the competition was intense. **Round 1:** Tom was still nervous in the first round. He knew he needd to beat all of the competitors. He started rubbing his stiff cock, getting some masturbation going. In less than 3 minutes, he came first. The judge took note of his orgasm and set him up for the next round. **Round 2** Tom was a little more confident in the second round. He was comfortable and started swinging his cock like a big beast. He was also came the fastest in this round too. The judge was amazed with his stamina and skill. **Round 5** Tom was soft in the fifth round. He squirted with great speed. He was already beating all of the competition ahead. The judge was remarking and saying how good he was. Tom was proud of how he was beating the competition. **Round 10** Tom was in the tenth round and cumming at a quick speed. The judge was saying how he could win the competition. The judge was telling him that he was going to keep beating everyone. The judge was shocked on how fast he was cumming. **Round 20** Tom was in the 20th round. He was in a race with another contestant. He was cumming a huge number of cum in a short amount of time. The judge was saying how hot he was. Tom was getting on with his cock erections. The judge was feeling him up and telling him how great he was. **Round 30** Tom was in the 30th round. He was beat the competition. He was cumming way too fast. The judge was saying how great he was. The judge was telling him he was going to cum in every contestant. Tom was getting excited more and more. **Round 40** Tom was in the 40th round. He was beating the remaining contestants. He was cumming way too fast. The judge was saying how great he was. The judge was telling him he was going to beat every time. Tom was getting more excited and more. **Round 50** Tom was in the 50th round. He was cumming way too fast. The judge was saying how great he was. The judge was telling him he was going to beat every time. Tom was getting excited more and more. **Round 60** Tom was in the 60th round. He was beating the competition. he was cumming way too fast. The judge was saying how great he was. The judge was telling him he was going to beat every time. Tom was getting excited more and more. **Round 62** Tom was in the 62th round. He was beating the competition. He was cumming way too fast. The judge was saying how great he was. The judge was telling him he was going to beat every time. Tom was getting excited more and more. **Round 63** Tom was in the 63th round. He was beating the competition. He was cumming way too fast. The judge was saying how great he was. The judge was telling him he was going to beat every time. Tom was getting excited more and more. **Round 64** Tom was in the 64th round. He was beating the competition. He was cumming way too fast. The judge was saying how great he was. The judge was telling him he was going to beat every time. Tom was getting excited more and more. **Conclusion** Tom was very excited. The judge was telling him how great he was. The judge was saying how great he was. Tom was getting very excited and he was getting energized with his orgasm. The judge was telling him how great he was. Tom was winning the competition. it was a great time for him. There was a lot of cum and the judge was telling him how great he was. Tom was so happy that he was coming so fast. The judge was telling him how great he was. Tom was getting so excited that he was getting an orgasm. **From this point.** Tom was excited to continue and win every competition. The judge was telling him how great he was. Tom was getting so excited that he was getting a very strong orgasm. The judge was telling him how great he was. Tom was winning the competition.

**Round 1 (Expanded): The Nervous Start** Tom’s fingers trembled around his shaft as the first round began. The other competitors were already stroking hard, some grunting, others biting their lips. Tom forced himself to focus—short, tight pulls, twisting his wrist on the upstroke. His balls tightened unexpectedly, and with a sharp gasp, he arched forward, his cock spurting thick ropes across his stomach. The crowd roared as he finished first, his load dripping down his abs. The others were still pumping furiously, but Tom slumped back, panting—already ahead. **Round 5 (Expanded): Finding His Rhythm** By now, Tom had a system. He’d edge himself between rounds, keeping his cock swollen but not tipping over. When the buzzer sounded, he went straight for the base, gripping hard and jerking in sharp, ruthless tugs. His balls churned, heavy and full, and within minutes, he was exploding again—this time, his cum shot high, splattering his chest. The guy next to him groaned in frustration, still stroking. Tom smirked. **Round 20 (Expanded): The First Challenger** A lean, tattooed guy matched Tom stroke for stroke. Sweat gleamed on their bodies as they strained. Tom let out a growl, his free hand squeezing his balls, the pressure sending him over. His orgasm ripped through him—thick, wet pulses that splashed his thighs. The other guy cursed, still pumping, but Tom was already done. **Round 40 (Expanded): The Wall** Exhaustion crept in. His cock ached, his balls throbbed, but Tom refused to slow. He spat into his palm, slicking his shaft, and jacked himself with brutal efficiency. His vision blurred as his climax hit—a flood of cum, more than before, painting his heaving chest white. The last competitor in the round collapsed, spent. Tom grinned through ragged breaths. **Round 64 (Expanded): The Final Showdown** Only one man stood between Tom and victory—a broad-shouldered beast of a contestant, veins bulging along his iron-hard cock. They locked eyes, hands flying. Tom’s balls ached, but he clenched his teeth, twisting his grip just right. A scream tore from his throat as he erupted, jets of cum spraying his neck, chin, even his lips. The other guy came seconds later—too late. Tom slumped, drenched in sweat and seed, victorious. The crowd’s cheers were deafening. He’d outlasted them all.

**The Loser’s Feast** The crowd erupted into drunken cheers as the judge grabbed the mic. "Final ruling!" His voice boomed over the noise. "The loser—every drop of Tom’s cum tonight. *Swallowed.* Right here. Right now." Tom’s final opponent, the broad-shouldered man still panting from his last orgasm, wiped sweat from his brow—then froze as the reality hit. The judge shoved a silver tray under Tom’s cock, still glistening from his last eruption. "Load it up, champ." Tom didn’t hesitate. His hand wrapped around his shaft, squeezing out thick, milky ropes onto the tray. The loser’s nostrils flared as Tom worked himself, coaxing every last spurt—dribbles from his slit, sticky streaks from his thighs—until the tray was pooled with his spend. The loser dropped to his knees, staring at the mess. The crowd chanted. He didn’t ask. Just buried his face in it. Tom watched, breath ragged, as the man’s tongue lapped up the mess—gagging once, then swallowing hard. The judge grinned. "Clean. It. Up." The loser’s lips smeared wet trails across the tray, sucking his fingers when he was done. Tom’s cock twitched, already stirring again. The crowd *howled.*

The judge’s grin widened as he leaned into the mic. “Round two—he takes it *deep.*” The loser’s head jerked up, lips still slick with Tom’s cum. The crowd’s roar was deafening as the judge shoved the tray aside and dragged him forward by the hair, forcing him onto all fours. Tom didn’t wait. He fisted his cock, still half-hard, spitting into his palm before slicking himself back to full stiffness. The loser gritted his teeth as Tom lined up, the blunt head pressing against his tight hole. “Breathe out,” Tom growled—then shoved in. The loser choked, back arching as Tom’s thick shaft stretched him open. The crowd’s cheers turned feverish, voices chanting as Tom bottomed out, balls slapping against the man’s ass. He didn’t hold back. Each thrust was brutal, fucking his load deeper, his cock dragging wetly in and out. The loser’s groans turned ragged, his body jolting with every snap of Tom’s hips. Tom’s nails bit into the man’s waist as he felt his climax build—then with a snarl, he came again, pumping another hot flood straight into the loser’s ass. The man shuddered, collapsing onto his elbows as Tom pulled out. A thick trail of cum dripped from his ruined hole. The judge smirked. “Now lick it clean.” The loser turned his head—and obeyed.

A group of monster cock fairy’s come in and start self sucking their massive dicks to everyone’s surprise

The crowd's cheers faltered as a sudden ripple of movement flickered through the air—tiny, winged figures materializing above the stage, their iridescent wings humming. Then the gasps started. Each fairy was hung—*monstrously*—their thick cocks already half-hard and twitching. Without hesitation, they curled their lithe bodies forward, lips parting to take their own lengths into their mouths. The room fell silent, stunned, as the fairies bobbed their heads, spit-slick and shameless, their wings fluttering with every deep swallow. One arched his back with a moan, throbbing shaft glistening as he swallowed himself to the base, throat bulging obscenely around his own girth. Tom watched, jaw slack, his spent cock twitching at the sight. The loser, still dripping, turned his head—just in time to see one fairy pull off with a wet *pop*, lips swollen, as another spurted straight down his own throat. The judge grabbed the mic, voice hoarse. “Fuck. *New contestants.*”