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
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