I'm an average guy, average in build, looks, and height, so I'm not exactly proud of my body. On top of that, I'm incurably shy, which explains why I'm still a virgin at 25. But the one thing I am actually proud of is my cock. It's pretty big, if I do say so myself, and best of all, I've always been able to cum really hard--I'm talking distance, volume, and number of shots. For a long time, I just assumed that all guys were this way, but when I started watching some cumshots online I realized I could beat them all.
Of course, a talent like this isn't something you can just brag about to anyone, so it really sucked to know that here was my one amazing talent, my one thing that really set me apart, and I couldn't show it off. I felt so unfulfilled that one day I gave in to my pride, filmed one of my cumshots and posted it online.
The response was amazing! Reading strangers' comments about how amazing my cumshot was and how huge my cock was, I not only got turned on but started to get a little confidence and think that maybe I could actually get rid of my damn V-card someday. Still, anonymous comments and showing off online were nice and all, but what I really wanted was to share myself with someone in person. For example, a private session with some of the other big cumshooters I saw on the site--preferably someone with hard muscles for me to cum all over because that's yet another of my obsessions: massively pumped up veiny muscles, the bigger the better. I've spent hours fantasizing about what they would feel like under my hands and against my body.
One day I checked my private messages on the site and found what looked like an invitation. I could barely believe what I was reading. It was apparently from the host of an underground "club" in my city that was having a cumshot contest in three weeks. They'd sent invites to several top cumshooters who'd listed on their profile that they lived in this state. Since the club was located in our state's biggest city, it wasn't such a big coincidence that I could easily travel there to participate.
The invite said the guys would take turns showing off in front of an exclusive group of like-minded individuals. There wasn't a prize for the winner beyond bragging rights, but I guessed the winner would get all kinds of surplus benefits from the other guys at the club afterwards.
I could hardly imagine myself naked and jerking off in front of a crowd of strangers. But at the same time I knew I couldn't pass up on this opportunity. My stomach was quivering and my palms were sweaty as I wrote back that I'd participate.
I had three weeks until the competition, which meant three long weeks of saving up my cum, fighting off the urge to jack off just at the mere thought of what was approaching. I did exercises to tighten my PC muscles, which control the flow of piss and cum to your cock. I've been training it for years so it's nice and fit, but I dedicated myself even more to getting it in top condition. The three weeks seemed to take forever, but then finally it was the night before the contest and I could hardly sleep, lying in a hot daze, hard all night long with desperate worries that if I fell asleep I might blow a wasted load all over my stomach for some fleeting muscleman in a dream.
Finally it was the day of the contest. I edged all morning long, bringing myself to the brink over and over in a fevered daze, thinking about the millions of lucky people in the world who could get off right now if they wanted to, just reach down and get it over with, while I sweated and gnashed my teeth and moaned, fuck I had to cum so bad--tonight tonight, just a few more hours!
Somehow I got through that excruciating wait. I grabbed a couple of water bottles, got in my car and drove to the address I'd been sent. Surprisingly, when I got there, I saw it was just someone's house. A pretty large house, with two stories and a bunch of cars parked out front. I thought maybe I'd made a mistake, so I spent a few indecisive minutes in my car, watching more guys pull up in front and head around the side of the house until I knew there was no mistake. I mean, they were fucking CARPOOLING to get here. Obviously some of these guys had come here over and over.
I got out of my car and followed a group of three guys around to the house's back entrance, where a black-haired guy in his late thirties or early forties had just let the other guys inside. He looked at me and, unsure what to do, I blurted out my username from the site and asked if this was the right place. He smiled and looked down at my body. Things started to make sense after his explanation. "It's my private residence, you see," he said. "There's no money involved, so if I wanna invite a few friends over to jerk off, it's my own business." Now that I thought about it, it made much more sense than meeting in an actual club somewhere.
I followed him inside and down some stairs to the basement of his house, which was a large room with rows of chairs set up around the edges, a space cleared in the middle. Under bright lights and a cluster of cameras there was a large glass table. It was about seven feet long and four feet wide and I noticed a tape measure had been glued underneath, right in the center. Passing by the table, I saw that the numbers were clearly visible from above. It was warm and I could smell the faint salty tang of spunk from previous shows. There were already about thirty men in the room, chatting with each other and getting seats. I tried to avoid eye contact.
"Go through that door and you'll get 'backstage,' so to speak," my guide said, leading me to a door at the back of the room. "There are twelve guys including you in today's contest, and you're all gonna go one at a time. You got a preference when to go?" I told him I wanted to go last, and he nodded in understanding. "Right, the most time to get worked up, of course. Prime real estate. But hey--I've seen your video, so I was gonna offer it to you anyways. I'm really looking forward to seeing what you can do with it.
"So, you want to stay out here and meet some of the guys, or go backstage to wait your turn? You can feel free to jerk off back there. In fact, you definitely should, 'cause you only get ten minutes onstage to make like a fountain. So get those juices flowing!"