The Contest

It began one night in a local gay bar. A bunch of us got to talking about sperm, and how different it looks from one guy to the next and in porn videos.

Joey said, “I like it thick and white. Mine’s not that way. It’s more watery.”

“Yeah, thicker is better,” added Eric.

“But it’s more of a turn-on for me to see a guy shoot off a load like a bullet—thick or thin!” said Mark.

Everybody seemed to agree with that: cum shot with super power is the best.

“You can never know how far a guy’s cum will go,” Joey pointed out. “Real muscular dudes don’t always shoot a big distance. I’ve seen skinny dudes go a lot farther!”

“I’m skinny,” said Eric, “but mine spurts only an inch or two. Wish I could change that!”

The conversation then turned to the length of cum shots. Ryan heard us talking as he walked by the group and joined in. He claimed he always fires his loads around two feet.

“C’mon! You mean all the loads or just the first one?” asked Mark.

Ryan had to admit that only his first load went the farthest.

“Why don’t you measure it with a witness present!” said Eric, laughing.

“O.K., I will,” Ryan replied. He looked at me. “How about you as witness?”

I smiled weakly at the idea.

“Yeah! We all vote you as the official cum checker!” said Joey.

Mark suggested something else. “We should have a contest to see how a bunch of dudes compare to Ryan!”

The group went for it. As they talked more about the idea, the guys insisted on putting me in charge. When Joey told them about the large, padded workout mat I had, that cinched the idea of having the contest at my place. Someone volunteered to post contest rules on the bar’s bulletin board. These included using any method you wish in order to cum, the contest location, and an entry fee of ten dollars, with the winner getting the pot.

As I thought more about the crazy plan, my hesitancy disappeared. Maybe it would be a lot of fun. “O.K., O.K., I’ll do it. Ryan can be the first contestant. If you’re serious, hand over ten bucks, buddy!”

“Hey, for evidence, you can also make a vid of each guy shooting,” said Mark. “We can even post them on the internet.”

I frowned. “What do I get for all this?”

Eric spoke up right away. “How about we buy your beers for a year?”

“I’m in!”

Mark broke us up by saying, “Maybe this’ll catch on. Maybe someday the Olympics will add it as an approved sport!”

“Hey, I’d approve it!” said Joey, the youngest in our group.

Mark laughed. “Yeah, you would, you little pervert!”

*

Several weeks later, I started scheduling guys that entered the contest. I gave each an hour at my place to do his thing. It took over two weeks to get everyone in and their result recorded. I borrowed a camcorder to make the video clips and that worked out really well. Watching each guy cum was totally hot. It sort of amazed me to see the great variety of ways that guys make themselves cum. No two guys did it the same way. Some did it solo. Others brought in a buddy or lover to help them reach their highest level of arousal.

It started with my buddy Ryan, the first guy on the list. Tall and athletic, it turned me on just to watch Ryan strip in front of me. Under his jeans he wore a very sexy jockstrap, with a smooth, white cotton pouch—not the usual kind. He must have liked the feel of it, because he began by rubbing the pouch from the balls up to the waistband. Soon he had it bulging from a full hard-on. Like doing a strip show for me, Ryan pealed it down gradually. He finally pulled the jock off and kicked it away. The dude stood naked, legs spread wide, proudly displaying his long cock and protruding balls.

He helped himself to some lube and generously coated the shaft from top to bottom. He dropped to his knees on the mat and took a tight hold of his balls with his left hand and his cock with the right. His right hand moved up and down very slowly. But as he continued, it looked like he was pulling his balls down at the same time, like he was helping to build sperm inside them. Sure enough, in only three minutes he had pre-cum already flowing out of the cock hole. He blended it into the lube, closed his eyes and tipped his head back, obviously enjoying the increased pleasure. Unlike some guys, he made no sounds. I saw his cock and balls stiffen, preparing to throw out his cum. Ryan groaned as if in pain. He moved his cock horizontally, as I had told him, in order to get the most distance from his shots. When the dude’s cum fired, all his muscles flexed. Man, I’ll never forget seeing that. My own cock swelled under my jeans; it almost fired off too. Ryan’s first shot came close to what he had predicted. My tape measured it at one foot, ten inches.

Next on the list was Devon. His buddy Jamal accompanied him. Both African-American and slender, they stripped together. I didn’t know why Jamal stripped along with Devon, but I didn’t care—both dudes had awesome bodies—muscular and well-proportioned. Each guy was also super-hung. Devon had a longer cock, but not by much. Any guy would want either cock in place of his own if that were possible.

Devon stood on the mat, while Jamal dropped to his knees in front of him. Jamal spent the next fifteen minutes or so making love to Devon’s long cock. Although they acted like they’d been lovers for a while, Jamal nevertheless looked at Devon’s rod with eyes wide in amazement, as if for the first time. There was a lot of it to stare at. The upright shaft looked to be ten inches or more and very wide. He worshipped it in many ways. He stared at it close-range from top to bottom. He held it against his face. He licked it. He tickled it with his tongue. He sucked on it. Jamal spit a great deal of saliva all over the pole and stroked it lovingly, always staring and admiring. He never took his eyes off of it.

The dude also spent a lot of time with Devon’s huge balls, first worshipping them with his eyes. Soon he began feeling and holding and massaging them. He licked each one as well. He opened his mouth, but they were too big to fit inside together. So Jamal captured them one at a time. He kept the left one in his mouth for a long time, closing his eyes like he was savoring his favorite food. He moved the testicle around, comforting it with the warmth of his mouth. His jaw did move slightly, like he was maybe applying some pressure with his teeth or tongue. Then he repeated his mouth worshipping with the other ball. As I watched, Devon’s pole sometimes twitched in great excitement.

After that, Jamal took some lube and spread it all over the massive rod. Then he went to work jacking off his buddy, treating every inch of the rigid rod with prolonged, obvious affection. Devon made little sounds occasionally, but nothing loud or definite. Yet after a few minutes, he tapped on Jamal’s shoulder. Jamal knew what that signal meant. Devon dropped to his knees, ready for what would follow. Jamal coated his impressive cock with lube, then moved behind Devon. Jamal slowly pushed his long cock between Devon’s round ass cakes. Devon gasped as his buddy’s cock gradually entered him and kept going deeper until it completely filled his ass. When he began to fuck, Devon grunted loudly for the first time. Jamal reached around and held Devon’s rod with both hands. He held it in a continuous squeeze like a bear hug. Devon’s face became totally consumed with pleasure. He mumbled something to Jamal, who pulled the pole down halfway. Devon’s gut started to heave, then his shaft exploded. The first load fired out of my camera’s range. The next loads went almost as far.

Groaning loudly, Jamal put his arms around Devon like a reverse bear hug. Then he started to pull out of Devon—but very, very slowly. Once out of the hole, the shaft immediately snapped upright again. I saw that it was covered with cum and realized that Jamal had shot off as well as Devon. No wonder he pulled out the hole reluctantly! I quickly got my tape and measured Devon’s first shot: two feet, two inches.

I thought the two would put on their clothes and leave, but instead, Devon and Jamal lay down on the mat, kissing and clutching each other. Devon took hold of Jamal’s cock and started casually stroking it. As the minutes passed, he continued and I didn’t stop him. Like Jamal had done with his buddy’s shaft earlier, Devon treated Jamal’s like an object of worship. He lightly rubbed it in particular places—apparently just the best places for Jamal. It only took the pressure of a single fingertip massaging one spot on the underside of the cock to make Jamal groan in pleasure.

Devon toyed with this spot for several minutes. It kept Jamal stiff and motionless, as though bound tightly with ropes. I liked watching him strain. Devon completely controlled Jamal by what he did to the dude’s cock—and he definitely knew what to do. Jamal didn’t move but his cock couldn’t resist Devon’s attention. At times Devon removed his finger and the shaft reached up again and again, trying to touch it. This edging went on until I saw some pre-cum appear in the cum hole. Devon saw it too and wrapped his hand around as much of the shaft as he could. He placed the other hand on Jamal’s chest to keep the dude on his back.

Jamal soon got what he yearned for. Devon pulled the cock to the side and suddenly jerked it forward. The force of it almost pulled Jamal’s whole body sideways. Devon jerked the shaft forward again, then again. Jamal grunted loudly as the loads started to fire. They seemed to shoot as far as his buddy’s. I quickly measured Jamal’s farthest load, which went one foot, eleven inches.

Devon didn’t let go of the cock, milking every spurt out of the guy. After that, he sat on his buddy’s thighs, held the hard shaft with one hand and started tickling its cockhead with the other. Jamal couldn’t take it. He sat up, gripped Devon’s arms and begged him to stop. Devon tortured the head so much that Jamal nearly went out of his mind. Devon finally released it and stood up. Jamal immediately guarded his cock with a hand. Still lying on his back, trying to recover, he raised his middle finger at Devon, yet along with a big smile.

Devon paid me the ten dollar entry fee for his buddy. With a commanding grin on his face, he took Jamal’s arm and pulled the stud up to his feet. “This ain’t over. I’m gonna finish with you later, boy.” Then he turned to me and said, “A few more cums and he won’t be able to stand!”

I wondered how Jamal could manage more orgasms that day, but as he put on his torn jeans, his cock was still upright and rock-hard. Before they left, both guys got a kick out of seeing the videos I made of them shooting. When they went out the door, Jamal had an arm securely around Devon.

A surprising number of guys showed up for the contest than I expected—38. The more that came, the more fun it was. One dude, Curt, asked me to pinch his tits while he jacked off. I set up the cam on a chair and turned it on. Curt’s tits stood way up, so it was easy for me to get them between the fingertips of both hands. I stepped in front of him and started to squeeze, applying a lot of pressure—or so I thought.

“Harder!” he said.

That urged me to do what I always wanted to do to a guy—squeeze tits without holding back. I really gave it to the dude, forcing the edge of my fingernails into those tits. He gasped and winced from the pain, yet I knew he liked it because I felt his tits stiffen. His groaning grew louder. To make sure I didn’t block his cum shots, I moved to his side, still keeping my fingers gripped. I started to twist them back and forth. I pulled them up and down and forward, adding to the torture. With a forward lurch, Curt’s cock suddenly let loose. He held his gun steady as it fired five or six big loads. When he finished, he put an arm around my waist—maybe to keep himself steady on his feet after his huge orgasm.

“That was awesome!” he said, rubbing my butt with his hand.

In a sort of joking voice I said, “It would have been more fun to have my hands or mouth around your cock when you came, instead of your tits!”

He didn’t delay his reply. “That’s not a problem.” He went over to his jacket. He took out a piece of paper and wrote something on it, and gave it to me. It had his address and phone number. “I can’t stay much longer, but call me and let’s set something up.”

“I will.”

Before he left, Curt grinned and reached out a hand like he intended to shake mine. But he sur- prised me by instead giving the fly of my jeans a quick rub. Later, I noted that his furthest load had gone two feet, six inches. The dude had the shortest cock so far, but it also became one of the best shooters. I definitely want to see him again.

Another memorable time was a guy who signed in as Rocky. He would turn heads anywhere he went—very tall, muscular, handsome face, blond hair, green eyes, a great smile. And his clothes sure added to his impressive appearance. He came in wearing worn, body-hugging Levis, cowboy boots and a cowboy hat. He looked like he worked on a ranch out West. He actually did. Rocky explained that he lives in Colorado. While visiting here, he saw the contest announcement. He whipped out a ten dollar bill from his jeans and handed it to me with a grin.

Rocky didn’t strip. He opened only his fly and pulled out his dick and hefty ballsack. He asked if I had a stool he could sit on. I brought him a bar stool from the kitchen.

“Hey, sweet!” he said, getting comfortable on it.

Rocky looked fantastic. He applied lube to his dick, spread his legs wide and started jacking himself.

“Back home I have a son—adopted—who’s turning out to be gay. Tad’s a good kid, and very good with horses. He’s in middle school now.”

As he talked, I saw Rocky’s exceptionally thick dick harden.

“One night he couldn’t fall sleep. I went into his room and sat on the edge of his bed. We got to talking about sex, a topic that I think troubled him. He must have liked our talk, because during it the kid got a pretty tall erection. I slid my hand under the sheet and taught him how to jack himself.”

“Did he cum?”

“Yeah, right away. The pleasure sure did stun him! It also made him fall asleep.” Rocky grinned. “At my ranch I like to go outside, sit on the corral fence in the sun and jack off. Sometimes Tad joins me on the fence. He leans against me and loves watching my cock. I won’t let him play with it, but I’m sure he wants to.

Rocky slowed his jacking and spread his legs wider.

“I want him to find a dude his age. I’m gonna encourage that. I hope he can find a boyfriend who’s into horses. Then they can ride around together.”

Rocky tipped his head back, held his cock out and yelled. A few seconds later he unloaded the first shots. His cum really flew! It went three feet, four inches.

“I hope I win! If I do, my boy can be proud of having a dad who wins more than rifle-shooting contests!”

“I bet he’s proud of you anyway!” I told him.

“Yeah, maybe.” Rocky zipped up his Levis and thanked me for letting him shoot his cum!

Young bodybuilders Reid and Kirk entered the contest as wrestling buddies. Reid had red hair, and Kirk’s was dark brown. Both stripped down to white, spandex briefs. They began by doing a lot of stretching exercises. The dudes had terrific abs and biceps. Their thin briefs weren’t transparent, but they sure did show off everything underneath. As the dudes stretched, their dicks became harder and longer. By the time they started to wrestle, their ballsacks looked fully loaded below their long, hard shafts. The goal of the match seemed to be who could keep a grip on the other guy’s cock and make him cum first.

Kirk started to dominate Reid almost from the beginning. He got Reid on his back and locked his thighs around his buddy’s neck. It wasn’t powerful enough to choke the guy, but Kirk used the moment to grab Reid’s cock. He began to jack it through the smooth brief. Reid groaned in pleasure.

“Come on, let’s see you cum for Connor!”

Reid didn’t like being kept on his back. He struggled to get loose and finally managed to pull Kirk’s legs apart enough to escape the scissors. He got up on his knees, but waited a second too long to act. Kirk quickly wrapped his thighs around Reid’s waist and threw him to the mat again on his back. This time he squeezed harder, making Reid gasp in pain. Kirk took hold of Reid’s brief with both hands and started to pull it backward. As Reid struggled, Kirk gradually slid the brief down, exposing the dude’s cock and balls.

Now Reid tried more than ever to escape. He pounded on Kirk’s strong thigh repeatedly. Kirk took the strikes well at first, but they at last became too much for him. Reid jumped up fast and this time pulled Kirk up into a rollup position. He sat his ass on Kirk’s face, trapping his buddy’s arms under his legs. Kirk held each of the dude’s legs with a hand and stared down at Kirk’s crotch. Reid hooked Kirk’s ankles under his legs so that he couldn’t move. Then he patted Kirk’s butt with both hands, gloating over his commanding position. He showed Kirk his raised third finger, letting him know what would happen next. He pulled the brief’s pouch aside and slid the finger into the dude’s ass crack.

Kirk shouted as Reid bean to slowly work it into the hole. “Yeah! You know you like this!”

Kirk swore to get even with him as he felt the finger sink deeper into his butt hole. Nevertheless, I saw the dude’s cock twitch, despite his objections. Reid played with Kirk’s hole for several minutes, slightly wiggling his finger to the left and right, and also up and down. Everything he did seemed to make Kirk’s rod more excited. Reid then took hold of the cock and began to slowly jack it, while he kept Kirk’s ass plugged with the finger of his other hand.

Kirk groaned loudly. “You fucker!”

Reid laughed and continued. Kirk’s face turned red as he fought to hold back the growing pleasure in his cock.

“Give it up, man! I’m gonna make you cum!” He moved his hand inside Kirk’s brief and started to rub the super-sensitive cockhead against it.

Kirk screamed in pleasure. “OK! OK! You win! You’re gonna get me! Pull my cock out so I can shoot!”

At that point I got my camera ready to document Kirk’s distance shot. But Reid just smiled and kept rubbing the super-sensitive cock against the brief.

Kirk became more and more insistent. “Come on, man!”

Yet no matter how much he begged, Reid refused to give in to Kirk’s request. Finally time had run out.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!”

Despite the warning, Reid kept the cock inside the brief, laughing louder when it exploded.

“Yeah, fill that brief!”

None of the blasts had enough power to shoot through the fabric, but soon the brief became soaked and heavy with cum. Kirk strained and grunted as the loads kept coming. Reid snickered. Overcome with pleasure, Kirk couldn’t speak until his cock stopped firing—and that didn’t happen for several more minutes. But afterward, he swore at Reid with gusto. “You bastard! You shithead! You messed up my shots!”

It was a dirty trick, just like the dirty deeds in pro wrestling. But this one was much sexier!

Reid removed his hand from inside the brief and released Kirk’s trapped legs. The muscular legs fell to the mat with a thud. Kirk didn’t try to move. After the huge orgasm he could hardly catch his breath. Reid spun around, facing Kirk, and looked down at his schoolboy-pinned buddy. He ran a hand through Kirk’s hair and gently slapped the side of his face.

“That was a good one, dude—just like always!”

Kirk said nothing, but stared at Reid’s massive cock hovering right above him. Reid then reached behind and stuck his hand inside Kirk’s brief. He wrapped his fingers around the cock and slowly pulled it toward the head, picking up cum as it moved.

The intense pleasure of Reid’s hand on his shaft made Kirk’s body buck several times.

“Settle down, man. I’m just borrowing some of your cum.”

Reid brought the hand to his own cock and spread Kirk’s cum all over his big shaft. He stood up over Kirk, grasped the top of the guy’s wet brief and slowly pulled it off. Exhausted, Kirk didn’t move. Reid held the brief up to his mouth and licked the remaining cum off the inside of it, before pitching it across the mat. He dropped down again, sat on Kirk in another schoolboy pin and started to jack his cock. He spread his legs wider, lowering his crotch to make sure Kirk saw every movement of his hand, and every twitch of the excited cock.

“Your cum makes great lube, buddy! It’s gonna help me win this contest!”

“You fucker! I should have known you’d do somethin’ like this!”

Reid groaned as his pleasure increased. I could see the cock preparing to erupt, and it did so without much prompting. It shot off with an impressive burst of power. The first load sailed way beyond Kirk’s head—two feet, ten inches. The loads that followed dropped onto his buddy’s forehead and chin. Afterward, Reid looked incredibly sexy and strong with his rod dripping cum onto the guy below.

In time, Reid stretched out over Kirk and did some pushups to further display his male power. He looked at the shaft below him and grinned. He sat on his knees between Kirk’s legs, leaned down and put his mouth around the top of the cock. Reid began to pull it up, fighting the shaft’s natural desire to remain horizontal, tightly pressed against the dude’s outspread body.

Kirk grunted as Reid forced the cock to yield to him, one inch at a time. He made his buddy struggle with it, like a wrestler tormenting his opponent with a painful, escape-proof submission hold. But in this case, the redhead proceeded to give his buddy incredible pleasure—more pleasure than Kirk, or I, expected.

Did Reid plan to make Kirk cum again? Could Kirk even manage that after just shooting his loads? And if Kirk did cum, would Reid allow him to shoot fairly for the contest? As I watched Reid, he clearly did intend to make Kirk shoot off again. He closed his eyes and glided his lips up and down the vertical muscle with no urgency, as if enjoying every part of the shaft. But then he consumed the whole thing. Kirk’s mouth opened in shock. I’ve had a few guys do that with my cock and it feels awesomely good. But it never lasts very long. A dude can start to gag with his mouth full of cock, or he can have trouble breathing. Reid amazed me, because he kept all of Kirk’s shaft in his mouth, remaining motionless for an incredible length of time. Just when I thought he would disengage, he didn’t. It’s hard for me to describe the expression on Kirk’s face. He looked both shocked and ecstatic, like from a fantastic new experience (but I’ll bet Reid had done this before with Kirk’s cock).

Anyway, after many more seconds than I wanted to count, Reid turned the cock loose, holding it up with his left hand. Yet after a short break, he fully devoured the shaft again, keeping it in his mouth for an even longer time. Kirk’s eyes opened wide. His hands gripped the mat as best he could. Reid looked like he was seriously at work—doing something mysterious and unseen to pull up Kirk’s sperm, rather than simply giving his buddy a typical blow job. Reid took another quick pause, then imprisoned the whole shaft in his mouth for a third time. Staying on his hands and knees, Reid still never moved his mouth or his buddy’s cock, but Kirk now began to groan loudly and slam his hands to the mat. Reid must have held the shaft for two minutes or more. Just watching him got my own dick rock hard.

Whatever Reid did, it slowly stiffened his buddy’s arms and legs until they no longer moved. Kirk looked like a statue lying there on the mat. Unable to move, the dude’s super muscles couldn’t help him. But he could still cry out in loud groans and outbursts, and he did.

“I’m close! Make me cum! Make me cum!”

Despite the desperate cries, Reid kept Kirk on the edge of an orgasm for at least another minute.

Then I saw Kirk’s gut suddenly sink. Reid held the cock in his mouth right up to the last second. As he released the shaft, he took it in his hand and pointed it to the right. Reid did a good job on the cock: it fired the biggest and thickest loads I’ve ever seen—and with tremendous power. Kirk sure had a lot in him! It was really somethin’ to see.

Reid finally leaned down and kissed Kirk’s jumpy cock. Then he licked it, lapping up a few drops of cum that still oozed from the head. “I love your cum, dude! Tonight I’m gonna suck it outa you all night!”

Kirk smiled as Reid fell down on his buddy’s heaving body. While they kissed and stroked each other, I found Kirk’s loads. The farthest load shot three feet, one inch. No wonder his first cum had made his jock pouch so heavy!

The two didn’t want to let go of each other for a long time, and I didn’t interfere. But I did manage to catch their lovemaking on the videocam. It was hot to watch! Kirk wanted Reid so much that he seemed not to care what the guy did to him.

But two other guys really pushed the limit beyond anything I had ever seen. When they walked into the contest room, I noticed on my sheet that only one of them had paid the entrance fee.

“I’m Zack, and this is my slave, Billy.”

Billy looked like a teenager and had a very athletic body. He stripped naked when told to do so, immediately displaying a long, fully-hard cock. But Zack got naked also, making me wonder which one planned to enter the contest and shoot. Meanwhile, Zack took something from his backpack. He held up a leather cuff and Billy put his hands behind his back. Zack wrapped Billy’s wrists together with the cuff and secured it with a Velcro closure. He took Billy to a nearby sofa and motioned for him to sit his ass on the mat and lean against the sofa’s padded outside arm. Next, he took another item from the backpack—a metal spreader bar. He snapped it open all the way and tied each end around one of Billy’s ankles. I had never witnessed a guy restrained in person before. I have to admit Billy looked really sexy sitting there with his legs split wide and his crotch in full view. The kid definitely had balls worth noting. They were exceptionally big ones and clung close to the bottom of his shaft. I couldn’t resist photographing them!

Zack straddled Billy’s right thigh and sat down on it. He started to fondle and stroke the upper part of that thigh—within an inch of his slave’s handsome ballsack. After a moment he moved the hand to the ballsack and closed his fingers around it. At first the hold looked non-threatening, but I watched the fingers gradually tighten around the balls. Billy seemed to handle it quite well for a minute or so, then he scowled and groaned as the squeeze really began to bother him. I could not imagine what that much pressure on the balls must feel like. The fingers squeezed harder with every passing second, yet Billy never complained to Zack or asked him to stop. The kid winced and groaned in pain, stub- bornly resisting the temptation to express his terror. Nevertheless, he did show it by leaning to the right against Zack for support. His head rested affectionately on Zack’s chest.

Zack returned the affection by putting his left arm around the kid to comfort him, while crushing into the balls with his right hand. I could tell by the sound of Billy’s cries that he was reaching his limit of toleration. Zack let go of the balls and gave the kid a reward by first holding his cock, then lightly jacking it. I thought this was the time that he’d make Billy cum. But that didn’t happen. Zack moved off the thigh and sat between Billy’s legs, putting a hand on each upper thigh. The slave righted himself, preparing for what followed.

The fingers attached themselves to the big testicles—a hand around each—and began squeezing again. With the strength of one hand assigned to a single testicle, the resulting impact was almost too extreme for me to watch. The thumbs pushed down on the balls from above, while the other fingers held them tightly underneath. The pressure started to flatten each ball. Billy screamed, making Zack’s cock jump wildly. Then I figured it out. It was Zack who planned to cum, not his slave. The more he crushed the kid’s balls, the more turned-on he became.

Zack changed his position. He moved to the right of Billy’s thigh, sat up on his left knee and placed his right foot between the kid’s kegs. He gripped the whole sack with his right hand and started twisting it, then roughly jerking it up on it countless times. Billy uncorked a frightening scream. Zack’s cock stretched out, ready to explode. The kid cranked his neck forward and tried to catch the side of the cock with his mouth. But Zack grabbed Billy’s hair with his left hand and held the dude’s head against the sofa’s arm. As the kid’s screams reached a peak, Zack’s cock let loose, thrusting his cum past the kid’s agonized face in five or six big loads.

Zack had a good shoot—two feet, eleven inches. After emptying his balls, he pulled the slave away from the sofa with the spreader bar and removed it. Then he rolled Billy onto his chest, freed the dude’s wrists and rolled him onto his back again. The slave held his balls, but Zack pulled them away.

“You never touch your balls, boy! That’s my job! Understand?”

“Yes, sir!”

Zack took the balls in his hands once more and fondled them. “You gonna give me some sperm later, boy?”

“Yes, sir—a lot for you, sir!”

Zack grinned. When he pulled Billy to his feet, the kid gave Zack’s cock a quick kiss. The two guys slipped on their jeans and tee shirts and left, looking pleased with themselves.

As the contest wrapped up, I was very pleased too. The guys all seemed to have a very good time. On the last day, I got a text from Ryan, who wanted to come back and try to better his score. That night he showed up, stripped to his jockstrap and started rubbing the pouch. “I hope coming back isn’t a problem.”

“No problem at all. I always like seeing you show off your muscles!”

While Ryan worked at getting himself aroused, he kept glancing at my crotch. “You wearin’ anything under your Levis?”

“Nope.”

“Seein’ your dick will make me harder!”

I couldn’t believe it! Ryan, the supreme stud, wants to look at my dick? Was he kidding? But if he wasn’t, how could I miss this chance to arouse him? So I pulled off my jeans. Ryan stared at my dick and balls like he had just discovered gold. My dick started to harden as soon as I saw Ryan jacking himself. In no time it became a stiff shaft.

“Nice!” he said, watching it lift itself upright.

Ryan rubbed the pouch of his jockstrap with increasing excitement.

“You and I have about the same waist size,” he added. “Put this on—see if it fits.”

He stripped off his jock and tossed it to me. Again, I was shocked by this, but couldn’t resist following through. The jock fit perfectly and felt great on me. But it felt even greater, knowing that a moment ago it held the dude’s awesome cock and balls.

Ryan stepped toward me and put his hand on the bulging jock. I groaned as he checked out my cock through it. That turned me on so much that a single spurt of pre-cum shot into the pouch.

Ryan saw it and grinned. “Cum in it.”

He slipped his hand under the pouch. When he grabbed hold of my cock, I gasped and felt a powerful pleasure surge up my rod. I shot off almost immediately. As I pumped out my loads, Ryan pushed his cockhead against the wet pouch and started fucking it. Like me, he came right away, shooting all over the outside of the pouch. We both held each other as our cocks celebrated!

Then I got to laughing. “That’s no way to win this contest!”

Ryan laughed also. “Yeah, but maybe I wanted to win something else!” He kissed me, then carried me into the bedroom. Ryan pulled off the jock and held it up. “This is our jock from now on.” He hung it on a doorknob. Every day one of us can wear it.”

Ryan threw me chest-down onto the mattress and stretched out on top of me. He slowly rubbed my ass crack with his long shaft. He put both arms around me. His cockhead found my hole without assistance and nudged it open. I groaned as the athlete began to push it in. He did it slowly. That was great because I loved the feeling his long rod entering me. Ryan made it even better by kissing my neck and cheek while sliding the stud-shaft in me. It took several wonderful minutes for him to fill my hole with it. As he starting fucking me, every movement of his cock both thrilled and relaxed me. But at one point I could tell that the athlete no longer had the control of his cock. The shaft now demanded its release.

“This is gonna seal the deal, man! You ready for it?”

“Yeah, deal me in!” I gasped.

I gasped and yelled in joy as Ryan’s sperm shot into me.

Ryan didn’t pull out after he fired his juice. He held and kissed me until we both fell asleep.

I heard a knock on the outside door. At first I thought I was dreaming it. But then I noticed the time: eight A.M. The rapping came again, louder. “Oh shit!” I exclaimed.

The noise awakened a sleepy Ryan. “What’s going on?”

“It’s Rocky! I forgot!”

I leaped out of bed and jumped into my jeans shirt as I raced to the door. When I opened it, there stood Rocky—and his son.

Tad looked like a miniature Rocky, wearing cowboy hat, boots and super tight Levis. I fumbled around for a minute, found the envelope containing the contest money, and handed it to Rocky.

“Hey, thanks, man,” he said. He turned to Tad. “This goes in the bank for your college fund.”

Tad then shook my hand and politely thanked me.

“Tad wants to go to UC in Boulder. My ranch is near there.”

I smiled. “You’ll have to show it to me sometime.”

“Yeah, visit us. Gotta go now, though. We’re off to the airport and Denver. Let me know if you have this contest again. Maybe I can come back and have a second go at it!”

“Sure! And bring Tad along for a father-and-son challenge!”

Tad smiled and looked up at Rocky. “I’m game if you are.”

Rocky grinned and gave Tad’s butt a little slap as they walked out the door.

I returned to the bedroom, got naked again, and slid under the blanket against Ryan’s warm body. “I forgot that the contest winner was gonna stop here this morning and pick up his money.”

Ryan pulled me closer and started kissing me again. “You know, that contest brought us together.”

“Yeah. I couldn’t believe you came back.”

“I wanted you so much I didn’t know what else to do.”

I pulled the dude on top of me and hugged him. Now that we’re awake, should we get breakfast?”

“Yeah. Let’s start with some juice.”

A few seconds later I felt Ryan’s mouth around my cock. I groaned and held his butt as he started to suck it. But that wasn’t all—my balls began to feel really good. I realized his fingers were around them. Ryan tightened his grip on them. At first I grunted in alarm, but my fear soon changed when the pressure started to make my balls feel sexy as hell. Every few seconds he also pulled them down, adding to the pressure. I thought of Billy as Zack crushed his balls. Maybe he was reacting to pleasure, not pain. I spread my legs wider. Ryan kept sucking my cock, but the way he squeezed and moved my balls became addictive. The dude was going after the heart of my mascu-linity. It felt like he was milking the balls, making love to my sperm. As the minutes went on, I could sense my balls getting harder and bigger.

I held Ryan tighter. “Oh yeah! Yeah!”

The stud had my cock and balls so full of pleasure that it was easy for him to climax me. He groaned in satisfaction as my loads fired into his mouth. When he had me completely drained, he sat up and smiled. “Nice shootin,’ man! Real power shots!”

I kissed him for a long time. I hoped that Ryan would insist on having juice before breakfast every morning.

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