Date: Sun, 25 Jul 2004 21:37:08 EDT From: GameShoWiz@aol.com Subject: The Wet Dream X - Ejaculation Contest This is Part X of an ongoing serial involving me, my elder brothers and my dad, among other people. It contains sexual situations and is intended to be read only by people who enjoy such material. If you do not wish to read such material, or are under the age of 18, or it is illegal, for whatever reason, for you to view such material, please exit now. For the purpose of character development, it would behoove you to read the serial from the beginning, but this episode does stand on its own. This particular episode involves intimate bathroom behavior, so if that is not your thing, stop here. Enjoy. The Wet Dream - Ejaculation Contest How foolish can a boy be? Nicky, 17, bet his little brother, Benji, 14, that he could shoot his load of jizz farther than Benji could. Benji took the bet. Loser would have to be the other's slave for a day. The competition would be next Saturday. Slave day would be Sunday. "Geez, I don't know, Benji," Daddy said, skeptically. "We tease Nicky about having the littlest peter in the family, but you know he gets really hard, and can squirt really far." "Yeah, I know," Benji admitted, "but he was being such a showoff. I had to bet him." "Couldn't you have just been happy having the biggest peter in the family?" Daddy questioned. "I shouldn't have bet him, should I Daddy?" Benji mumbled. "Probably not, son," Daddy replied, "but let me give you a little piece of advice." "What's that, Daddy?" Benji wondered. "Saturday is 5 days away," Daddy pointed out, "so don't masturbate or have any sex between now and then, and hope you don't have a wet dream. That way, you'll have lots of cream in your testicles, and lots of power behind you." "Good idea, Daddy," Benji enthused. "But geez, Daddy, I'm always so hard. It's going to be difficult keeping my hand out of my pants." "I'm sure it will be," Daddy laughed, "but I don't see that you have much of a choice." It was a very long 5 days, with Nicky badgering Benji mercilessly. "Benji, the Slave," Nicky would chime, "has a nice ring to it, don't you think?" "Maybe it will be 'Nicky, the Slave'," Benji would retort. "Highly unlikely," Nicky would snicker, grabbing his privates through his pants. Well, the fateful day finally arrived. It was decided that the event would take place in the garage, so the distance of the cumshots cold be easily measured on the cement floor. Daddy would be the judge, Timmy, 19, home from college, would be Nicky's coach and fluffer, and and Charles, Timmy's African-American best friend, would be Benji's coach and fluffer. "You've got it made, Nicky," Timmy encouraged his brother, while massaging Nicky's penis through his pants, "You've always been the best shooter in the family. Go for distance." "You can do this, white boy," Charles teased Benji, grabbing at Benji's own cock through his jeans, "and if you do, I'll let you have my big, fat nigger cock all to yourself next time Timmy and I come home from college." "Really?" Benji lit up. Charles winked at him affirmatively, leaning down and kissing him on the lips. "Okay, fellas," Daddy announced, "pants and underwear down." Timmy got on his knees in from of Nicky, and began unsnapping and unzipping his corduroys. Charles, likewise, got on his knees and unsnapped and unzipped Benji's jeans. Then, as though it were rehearsed, Timmy and Charles yanked down their partner's pants and underwear in one fell-swoop, right down to the cold, gray floor. "Coach's you have exactly 2 minutes to fluff your contestant," Daddy instructed. "You can stroke, suck, lick,or anything you wish to get them hard and horny. Any questions?" No questions. "Okay, ready, set, fluff!" Daddy yelled enthusiastically. This whole thing made Daddy crazy. His own cock was stiffening, just watching the boys go at one another. Seeing Charles' mouth around his 14 year-old's 8 1/2 incher and Timmy sucking Nicky's 6 incher almost set Daddy over the edge as he groped his own pole through his faded Levi's. Charles knew just how to get his young partner hard as a rock, and that was to slide his slender finger in between Benji's legs, and right up his boypussy. "Oh, Choc," (Choc being short for chocolate, a nickname Charles had been given) Benji moaned. "Hold off, white boy," Charles insisted, "The competition hasn't started yet." Timmy bobbed up and down on Nicky like no tomorrow. Both boys were getting fluffed, but good. "Stop!" Daddy signaled, looking at his watch. "Now, boys, this is strictly a masturbating contest, so you're on your own. Coaches may encourage from the sidelines, butthe onlytouching that occurs can only belubing up their partner's cocks." With that, Charles and Timmy lubed up Benji's and Nicky's erections with baby oil,stepped away, and took their places behind their partners. "You boys have no more than 15 minutes to squirt your cream on the garage floor," Daddy continued. "We're looking for distance, and distance only here. I am the judge, and my word is final. Are the contestants ready to begin stroking?" "Ready, judge," Nicky laughed. "Ready, Daddy," Benji said, very seriously. After all, he had a lot to lose, including his dignity. "Okay," Daddy spat, looking once again at his watch, "your 15 minutes begins...right...now!" Charles had given Benji some terrific pointers the previous night, in addition to the good advice Daddy had given him earlier in the week. "Start out nice and slow and build up," Charles recommended, "and try to work it so you use most of your time. Save your cumshot for the last minute. I'll be right there, and pour baby oil on your cock whenever you get dry. You won't need to say a word. Don't use up your energy saying things. You take my advice, little white boy, and you'll beat your brother. He's sounding awfully cocky, ha! no pun intended. Cocky boys usually lose in the long run." Nicky immediately began pounding away on his greased up cock, where Benji took Charles' advice, and just started to stroke slowly. It seemed as though Nicky had forgotten they were going for distance, and not speed. "That's my good little faggot white boy," Charles rumbled in his deep baritone, "just take it nice and slow. You've got plenty of time." "That's it, Nicky," Timmy enthused, "stroke it, right up around the head, the way you like it." "More lube, Timmy," Nicky requested, pointing down to his dry cock. "Here ya go, chum," Timmy said, squirting oil onto Nicky's boner. Benji just bit his bottom lip and kept a nice, paced stroke going. Charles kept an eye out, incase Benji need more lubrication, and just spilled some on Benji's rock hard boycock when necessary. "Yeah," Nicky yelled, "gonna cum farther than Slave Benji." Benji kept concentrating on his cock, and the nigger cock feast he was going to have the next time Charles came home from college. "Fuck, yes!" Nicky screamed, jacking on his cumpump,"I'm gonna shoot.Yeah, aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!!!" After about only 4 minutes of masturbating, Nicky shot his watery load in a rather impressive straight line. Reaching into his pocket, Daddy retrieved a measuring tape, had Timmy hold one end to the tip of Nicky's drooling penis, and ran it to the farthest point of Nicky's ejaculation. "Hm," Daddy hummed, "5 feet, 6 1/2 inches. Not bad son." "Woo-hoo!" Nicky hollered, waving his fist in the air. "Beat that little brother." Timmy patted Nicky on the back, then they both stood by to watch Benji's big finish. "Slow and steady," Charles coached, quietly. "C'mon little brother," Nicky chided, pulling hisbriefs and pants up."Can't you even make a cumload today?" "Ignore it, white boy," Charles encouraged, "just think about this big nigger cock that's in my pants and is going to be all yours." "What the hell is that boy up to?" Daddy thought to himself, wondering about what Charles had just said. Benji just kept on stroking his slicked up monster cock, pants and underpants around his ankles. "That's my good little faggot white boy," Charles whispered, as if it were all some big secret. "Take slow, deep breaths. Big ol' nigger cock is coming your way." Benji's cock was as hard as he had ever remembered it being. It was so hard, it hurt, but it felt fabulous all at the same time. He took his black friend's advice, and took it slow. "Two minutes to go, Benji," Daddy interrupted. "Remember, you have to ejaculate before the 15 minutes is over." "Everything is going as planned, Benji," Charles prodded, "so let's go! Full steam ahead. Use your butt muscles. You're going for distance." Benji sped up his stroking rhythm and began undulating his hips in a backward, forward motion. "That's it, boy," Charles cheered. "When you get ready to let it bust, shove your pelvis forward and scream at the top of your lungs." "Like THAT'S going to help," Nicky ribbed him. "Just concentrate, boy," Charles said calmly. "One minute, Benj," Daddy told him quietly. "Okay, kid, you're in the homestretch. Do it! Do it!" Charles commanded. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Benji uttered,pulling feverishly on his boymeat,"Ohhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddddd" "That's it, white boy," Charles cheerled, clapping his hands and jumping up and down,"squirt it!" Benji gave his beautiful 8 1/2 inch monster cock one last stroke, held it at the base, right above his boynuts, and squirted his copious load in not 1, not 2, but 8 long, ropes. "AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Benji howled at the top of his lungs. "Holy Shit, Benji," Daddy lauded. "Charles, grab the end of this measuring tape and put it at the tip of Benji's cock." Charles did as instructed. Daddy ran the tape to the farthest point of Benji's ejaculation. It's a good thing they all saw the cumshot for themselves, because it had to be seen to be believed. It was a forgone conclusion that Benji had won the contest, but for posterity's' sake, Daddy measured. "Geez, Benj," Daddy said in disbelief, "7 fucking feet and 2 inches." Not being a very good sport, and having just digested a full plate of crow, Nicky bolted the stairs for his bedroom, fuming. "Yeah, white boy!" Charles shrieked. "Good job, Benj," Timmy congratulated, patting his baby brother on the back. Benji fell back into Charles' arms, who supported him from behind. Benji was pretty weak in the knees. His cock, still dripping with his cum, Benji asked, "Where's Nicky?" "He wasn't too happy with the outcome, I guess," Timmy answered. "Is he mad at me?" Benji wanted to know, those beautiful blue eyes open as wide as they could possibly be. "Probably," Daddy nodded, "but it's his own fault, Benji. He got cocky.." "Cocky!!" Charles laughed, bending over in hysterics."I made that joke last night." Everyone chortled for a few moments. "Listen, son," Daddy said in a soothing tone, "your brother has given you a terrible time this week, and now he has to pay the consequences." "He doesn't have to be my slave, Daddy," Benji conceded, "I'm just happy I won the contest." "Well, honey," Daddy said, wrapping his arms around his youngest son, and kissing him on the head, "that's entirely up to you." "You're a better man than I, Benji," Timmy admitted. "Yeah, little fucker," Charles added, "with the way Nicky treated you this week, you're going to let him get off..." "Get off!!!" Daddy guffawed. Once again, everyone got the joke and laughed it up together. "I think I should go and talk to him," Benji offered. "Not quite yet, son," Daddy advised, "let him cool his jets for a while. In the meantime, who's going to help me out with this big ol' thing in my pants?" Daddy pulled the zipper on his jeans down and reached inside and began manipulating his daddycock. "I could do that, Daddy," Charles offered, approaching Daddy and removing his hand from his fly. "Let me do that." Charles reached in and felt the hardening pouch in Daddy's briefs. "Mmmmm," Daddy moaned, "feels good, Charles." Charles gently put his lips on Daddy's, sliding his tongue into Daddy's mouth, making Daddy moan with pleasure. Meanwhile, Timmy approached Benji, who, still out of breath, told his big brother, "Timmy, I'm sorry, I can't." "You mean you can't suck on this?" Timmy said slyly, looking down and pulling his 8 inches out of his pants. Benji licked his lips, and fell to his knees and began sucking on Timmy's erection, while Charles, who had already pulled Daddy's cock from his pants, stood behind Daddy, reached around, and began to masturbate him. "Oh, yeah, Charles," Daddy moaned, "jack me off." "Oh, Benji," Timmy cried, "your mouth always feels so awesome." Charles continued to stroke, Benji continued to blow. After a few minutes of face fucking, Timmy grabbed Benji by the ears and plowed his face furiously. "Yeah, champ! take this load," Timmy insisted. "You really got me going with your stroke job here today, buddy." "You have such a gentle touch, Charles," Daddy complimented. "Oh, fuck, Benji," Timmy squealed, "I'm gonna cream in your mouth, buddy. Oh yeah, that's it, right there, Benji....Oh, God, Daddy, Benji's making me cum" "Let it go, Timmy," Daddy encouraged. "AWWWWWWWWWW, YEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!" Timmy huffed, creaming in his baby brother's mouth. Benji sucked up every last drop, loving every moment. Once he had cleaned out his big brother's cock, Benji looked up at his Daddy." "Hi, Daddy," Benji smiled, his brother's cum streaming down his cheeks and chin. "You hot little fucker," Daddy hissed, spraying his daddyload all over Benji's face and in his Benji's hair. "Oh, yes!!!!!!! God!!!!!!" Benji leaned forward to lick the remains off of Daddy's hardon, savoring every drop. "What you boys do to your daddy," Daddy contemplated. Benji stood up, pulled up his underpants and jeans, as Charles began licking the cum off of his face. Timmy and Daddy followed Charles' lead. They all moaned as they clean Benji up, then french-kissed one another, passing all the cum among themselves. Daddy and Timmy would wind up making out with one another, and taking their action to Daddy's room. Charles and Benji were left alone to make plans for the next time Charles would be coming home from college. "You did me proud, my little white boy," Charles beamed, flashing those pearly-white teeth at Benji. "I couldn't have done it without you, Choc," Benji reflected. "Oh course you couldn't have," Charles laughed. "Now it's time for your reward. Tomorrow, Nicky is your slave." "I'm not sure I should make him do that, Choc," Benji told him. "The hell you shouldn't," Charles protested. "A deal is a deal, and he was the one who challenged you. You deserve it, fair and square." "I guess you're right," Benji acknowledged. Benji was truly exhausted from the day's activities, so he and Charlesnapped together on the sofa in the den, Charles wrapping himself around his little "white boy" friend. Thanks for reading. Keep checking for the next episode, where you'll find out all about "Slave Day." If you enjoyed this tome, send me an e-mail and tell me where you are.