Once more, just for fun

Since Red Light, Green Light turned out to not be the terminal experience that some of us feared it might be, all contestants were allowed to return for one final round. The only caveat being that all underwear had to be removed. A stipulation that not one of the contestants had any objections to.

For my part, I managed to successfully make it all the way to the end leaving me with a record of 2 successes from 3 attempts. Not too bad really.

And with this round purely being for a bit of fun with no prize at stake and with the price of elimination now revealed, some of the contestants were more than happy to deliberately get caught moving after "red light" had be called just so they could get another blast of that sweet orgasmic buzzing between their legs.

A consolation prize

I may not have emerged from the Squirt Game victorious but I did not return empty handed. All contestants were sent home with a rather fetching Squirt Game-themed Christmas hat. Very handy for keeping my head warm during the cold nights in the junkyard.

So near, yet so far...

The good news is that I made it back from the Squirt Game in one piece. The bad news is that I didn't come back with a giant glass piggy bank full of cash.

I gave it my all in the first round of Red Light, Green Light, but when we had to go through a second round of it, I fell at the very last moment. So close the to finish line was I, that I stumbled across it as I was being eliminated.

And, just in case you have somehow missed it, the rules of Red Light, Green Light are very simple (it is a kids game after all!), When the creepy doll at the far end of the field is turned away and says "green light", you can move. But as soon as it says "red light" and turns around, you have to stop as still as a statue. Even the slightest bit of movement, and you are eliminated. Get to the white line at the other end though, and you survive the round. 

Sadly, I have no-one but myself to blame for my own elimination. Due to very conservatively tippy toeing along, I was lagging behind in the second round. Despite that, I was tantalisingly close to the finish line so I made the ill-judged decision to simply rush the line on my next go and hope for the best. I think we all know how that turned out... 

But what is the fate of I and others when we were eliminated, you may ask? It is a very valid question given that we have clearly all made it out the other side alive.

Well, this is the Squirt Game. So each contestant was wearing a supercharged vibrator inside them. Upon elimination, a high power dose of vibrations direct to the G-spot made even the most determined of us go weak at the knees and fall to the ground in orgasmic pleasure. And that's how the squirt gets put in the Squirt Game.

So, in a sense, even the losers were winners! See, I knew it was going to be a wholesome experience which was not at sinister in anyway, shape or form.

Game on!

OK, here we go!

The Squirt Game has officially begun with a game of Red Light, Green Light. Hope I can make it safely across and get one step closer to getting my home back!

A new place to call home

Still no message from the Squirt Game organisers to indicate when I'll be picked up to take part. And it seemed like things were going from bad to worse for me when local law enforcement turned up at Quickies to move me along.

As I aimlessly wandered the local highways looking for a new spot to call my home, I came upon this junkyard. In truth, being forced to leave Quickies may have been a blessing in disguise.

Within this junkyard I found myself an abandoned shack so I now have a roof over my head. Also, there are plenty of old oil barrels that make convenient places to start a fire to huddle round to keep warm.

Of course, I'm still being forced to provide sexual favours to make money to feed myself. The only problem is a distinct lack of vending machines in the junkyard for me to spend my earnings in.

My shack has welcomed plenty of horny guys already. There are also plenty of other shacks with holes in their makeshift walls that I can use as improvised gloryholes. Some of the discarded cars and trucks have also provided convenient places to fuck and suck; both the front seats and the backs of the pickup trucks.

It does raise a very valid question though; why are there so many horny guys roaming around in a junkyard in the middle of nowhere? I won't complain, but it is quite puzzling to me.

Preparing for the Squirt Game

Of course, with the future of my home and belongings on the line, it would be foolish of me not to do some training ahead of this Squirt Game that I will be competing in.

I may be penniless but my gym membership was pre-paid for the entire year so I can still go for a good workout and keep my body in shape. And, with the only other thing to keep me occupied during the day being servicing truckers who stick their boners through the gloryhole in the side of the toilet stall at Quickies, I have plenty of free time to work on my fitness. Yup, if the game is reliant on physical prowess, I should be in with a great chance to win!

But, I don't want to neglect my mental sharpness either. You never know, cunning and speed of thought may also be key qualities that will pay dividends in coming out on top of the other competitors. A nice period of meditation should help with that. I will have my wits about me and be able to stay calmer under pressure. Another winning combination.

Just waiting for the message to tell me where to meet my masked van driver who is in no way sinister. Nope, not sinister at all. Just a hard working volunteer obediently doing a very wholesome job. Yup that's it...