Captain Cum Shot

Bobby has long enjoyed his reputation for huge ejaculations. Classmate Stefan thinks he might be Bobby's equal--or better. A contest will decide who's #1.

Part One

When I, Bobby Jenkins, hit puberty and began to enjoy the benefits of it, I thought I was like every pubescent boy my age. At first, I did not realize that there was a special quality about my climaxes. It took sexual romps with more than a few girls to make me realize that my ejaculations were especially long and substantial. I found this to be odd because I was not especially a well- endowed young male. I just enjoyed the marvelous sensations of coming during my sexual encounters without analyzing them too much.

Maybe my ignorance about it was because my sexual partners were mostly inexperienced girls who didn’t know that my semen blasts were out of the ordinary. The first seven or eight were school friends of my younger sister, Arianna. For the most part, they were surprisingly easy to coerce into doing sexual acts with me. I suspect they thought of me—an older guy—as some sort of trophy who was to be claimed by their charms. (In some ways, males and females often share the same attitudes about sexual conquests.) Be that as it may, when I developed an interest in screwing girls, I had no shortage of cooperative participants thanks to Arianna’s willing chums. As a bonus, all of them, without exception, were quite fetching; some of them were especially attractive. I was easily aroused by them.

For a while, Arianna was completely oblivious about my horny romps with her classmates. Whenever she brought one of them to the house whom I found attractive—which was basically all of them—I’d somehow arrange to be alone with Arianna’s friend for at least 15 seconds. For example, if my sister went to the washroom or to another floor of the house to get something, I’d use that time to boldly sexually proposition her friend—sometimes after only seeing her for a minute or two.

I would quickly move as close to her as possible and whisper something along the lines of, “Kelly, I really think you are gorgeous. I’d like to lick your pussy and give you a terrific fuck sometime soon. If you are interested, let me know right now or by a signal before you leave—and we can get together later and do it. The word ‘shoelace’ will be the signal. I’ll stick around. If I hear you say ‘shoelace,’ I’ll take that as a sign you want to do something sexual with me. Hey, I think it would be very enjoyable for both of us.”

The first time I tried that approach, the girl’s name was Kelly. A cute redhead, she immediately smiled and said yes while Arianna was still out of the room. We arranged to meet at the schoolyard that same night to have a bit of fun with our clothes off. About a week later, Arianna brought home a pretty blonde named Jenny who did not answer right away. However, five minutes later she made an out-of-the-blue comment about breaking a shoelace the day before. Then she glanced at me. I nodded, went to my room, and wrote a note inviting her to meet me at the schoolyard that night the same as Kelly had. I slipped it to her when Arianna left the room a second time. Jenny was right on time. My forthright approach was hugely successful because at least 80 percent of the time I got a yes from each of Arianna’s friends right away or I heard the word ‘shoelace’ come out of her mouth before she went home.

Those early sexual encounters of mine were a little bit awkward. I was mostly dealing with virgins and I was fairly new to sexual activity myself. My main concern was pulling my hard dick out before ejaculating in the girl’s vagina. At first, I’d exit far too quickly, after just a few lustful thrusts. With more experience, I could time things better and withdraw my penis from her pussy just one or two seconds before having my orgasm. My cum shots invariably covered much of the girl’s torso with warm, thick, and prodigious piles of sticky semen. I thought the large volume was quite normal.

By the time my list of girls I’d fucked had grown to about two dozen, some of them were not close to being virgins. One girl named Beatrice agreed to give me a blowjob only, but not a fuck. However, I was allowed to deposit my load in Beatrice’s mouth because, she told me with a mischievous grin, “I like the taste of cum.” Hey, it wasn’t vaginal penetration, but I still willingly agreed. After just a few minutes, I knew I was going to ejaculate. Freed from the duty of pulling out, I let loose with a massive cum shot without issuing any warning to Beatrice. She could not cope with its size. She began gagging and coughing as streams of sperm trickled down her chin. It was the sexiest thing I’d seen in person in my young life, but Beatrice wasn’t thrilled by it.

“Holy shit, Bobby!” she said angrily once she regained her composure and could talk again. “Where did all that cum come from? I’ve sucked off six or seven boys—all of them older than you are. None of them came that hard and that much. If we do this again, just shoot your load on my face so I don’t choke to death.”

A week later we did meet for a second romp, and I did happily come on her face as per her instructions. By the time the last rope of jism left my balls, Beatrice’s face was a mask of thick white semen. She remained kneeling for about half a minute, unable to open her eyelids because of the heavy gobs of goo covering them. With her eyes still closed, Beatrice told me. “That proves that first time, when you came in my mouth, wasn’t a fluke. You are Captain Cum Shot, Bobby. For your sake, I hope you can enjoy having orgasms like this until you are a very old man!”

With that one ejaculation, I had acquired a flattering new nickname and the knowledge that the sizes of my cum shots were certainly out of the ordinary.

Part Two

With this newly acquired knowledge and the personal pride of my sexual prowess in this one category, I embarked on a frequent fucking spree that always climaxed with a facial or a cum deposit on the girl’s torso. If the girl wasn’t into receiving my load on her face—and many were not—I happily settled for aiming my throbbing dick at her tits and moving it downward from there as I came. Some of the outcomes were reminiscent of works of abstract art. After I plastered Melanie Chartwell with an especially large and visually appealing design of semen from her neck to her pussy, I commented, “That’s true art. I wish I could sign it.”

I did learn that physical limitations hampered the best of us. If I had sex more than five times a week, the volume of my cum shot significantly dwindled. I recall one eager girl named Yvonne was quite disappointed with my sexual output after hearing tales of Captain Cum Shot from a classmate I had satisfied earlier. I apologized profusely. I took a week off to recharge my battery, made another screwing date with Yvonne, and fired the hardest cum shot of my life across her surprised face and down to her lovely breasts. Awestruck, Yvonne opened her mouth in amazement. I took advantage of it by ramming my dick into her mouth, and firing another rope of semen down her throat. “No complaints this time, Yvonne?” I asked her, knowing full well that I had exceeded all her expectations.

“No, Bobby—absolutely none at all,” she cooed sexily. She kissed me passionately with my jism still clinging to her cheeks, chin and tits.

It was around this time that Arianna discovered I had fucked almost all of her friends. My secret had been betrayed by Leslie Cheever, one of the few girls who rejected my sexual advances. Leslie told my sister that she would only come to our house if I wasn’t there because my offer of sex after knowing her for only about five minutes had both startled and annoyed her. Out of curiosity, the next day at school, Arianna quietly polled all the girls who had been visitors to our house regarding my carnal offers—and if they had accepted or rejected them. Arianna was shocked and amused when she realized the high acceptance rate. One day she left an envelope on my bed containing a new pair of shoelaces and a note that read, “Time for a new code word, Bobby!”

Part Three

By the time I reached my senior year of high school, a friendly rival had emerged for my unofficial title as Captain Cum Shot. His name was Stefan Jablonski. He was indeed a friend—and much more physically imposing than I was. At age 18, I stood exactly 5’10”. Stefan claimed to be 6’2”, but I suspected he was underestimating that stat. We were in the same physical education class, so in the changeroom I couldn’t help but notice he had me clearly beaten in penis size. Rumor had it that he was at least my equal in launching semen blasts.

Several of my classmates had heard of my enviable reputation for prodigious cum blasts; even Stefan had—from many of the same girls who had received those intimate gifts from me at various times in the past. George Addler, a gym classmate, suggested that, for the sheer fun of it, we ought to settle who was the school’s true champion. Stefan and I both laughed at the notion for a moment. Then we both looked at each other and shrugged. “Hey, why not?” I asked. “Yes, why not?” he agreed.

That day, a Monday, during our lunch period, we discussed the ground rules necessary for such an oddball competition. First, we needed one very willing girl to service both of us sexually, one right after the other, in order to make a fair comparison regarding whose ejaculation was the more impressive of the two. Norma Stubbs was quickly nominated by both of us as she had already been fucked by the two of us more than once, and she was especially good at performing fellatio. Since high moral standards were not on Norma’s radar whatsoever, we figured we could easily talk her into being the guinea pig for this sexual experiment. (Indeed, she agreed with alacrity to be the needed female at the appointed place, date, and time.) That place was a secluded, wooded area adjacent to a public park that was only about half a mile from our high school. The time was set for 3 p.m. on Saturday. Several classmates, upon hearing about the ballyhooed Battle of the Cum Shot Masters asked for permission to attend as spectators. “We can hardly stop you from going to a public place,” was the answer I gave and Stefan confirmed. Stefan also good-naturedly told me, “No matter who wins on Saturday afternoon, we both win, right?”

At the appointed time, Norma was present. Not surprisingly, she was at least half an hour early. Stefan and I both arrived about a minute apart around 2:50 p.m. We were both surprised to see nearly two dozen spectators present. Most of the curiosity-seekers were guys from our phys ed class. There were a few others who had just heard about the unusual contest via the school’s grapevine. One fellow amusingly had brought along a date, I suppose, to inspire her.

Another classmate, Tommy Cross, had been nominated to serve as referee. He took his job seriously, coming prepared with a formal list of rules which Stefan and I had agreed to follow. He sounded like a boxing referee as he read them aloud. I mentioned that to him, but joked that in boxing the blows below the belt were outlawed. Here, however, they were expected. That remark got a huge laugh from the excited throng.

Norma tossed a coin to determine whom she would service first with her oral skills. (That was covered by Rule #1.) the other rules were fairly straightforward: Norma would give each participant a blowjob to the best of her ability, not favoring either me or Stefan with special actions. The participants would each ejaculate on Norma’s face for all to see. When both participants had concluded, Norma and Tom would vote on whose dick had been superior in ejaculating sperm. If there was a split decision, it was decided that the assembled spectators would break the tie based on applause. There was another rule establishing a ridiculous time limit of one hour per participant. Tom noted quite accurately, “If you don’t come within 60 minutes, there’s something seriously wrong with you and you shouldn’t be involved in such a contest.”

Stefan won the toss. As he was removing his pants and underwear, Norma surprised the crowd by removing her top and brassiere—which she was not required to do. This act brought a huge cheer from the delighted fans, of course. Norma waved merrily at the fans and announced that both of us could fondle her tits “for extra stimulation.”

Without the slightest hint of shyness, Stefan duly presented his erect phallus to Norma’s face. He let her take charge of stroking and licking it to her heart’s desire. After two or three minutes, Stefan had his own desire: to vigorously face-fuck Norma. Accordingly, he asked the referee’s permission to grab Norma’s head and thrust it forward while he jammed his sizable dick towards her throat. Tom asked the busy and busty Norma if she was okay with that. She gave a thumbs-up signal without stopping the blowjob. Eventually, Stefan announced that he was about to ejaculate. Good to his word, he pulled out of Norma’s mouth and, with an accompanying groan, sprayed a goodly amount of semen on her waiting face.

As an interested party, I noted that Stefan’s load, although substantial, was very watery.

As Norma cleaned herself up with a roll of paper towels that Tom had thought to provide, I politely applauded my rival’s efforts. However, I boastfully announced, “Stefan, you are not ready to take my crown yet. You are a contender but not the champion.”

I completely disrobed for my blowjob; Stefan had left his shirt on for some inexplicable reason. Stefan made a witty comment about me being the middleweight champion because of my average-sized dick. I smiled and replied, “It’s not the size of the dog in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the dog!”

I had been preparing for this moment for five days. In the interim I had stayed totally celibate. I had added various herbs and God-knows-what-else to my diet from a local health-food store. (The proprietor promised I’d have the greatest erection of my life if I took his elixirs and abstained from sex for four days.) I had also read a few steamy short stories an hour before arriving for the great contest to get me in the proper mood. I was in the best sexual shape in my life when I dropped my drawers for Norma. I was as hard as the Hope Diamond.

Norma took my erection into her warm mouth and gave it a few licks, focusing on the tip most of all. Her skillful tongue felt exquisite. Since her tits were hanging in front of me, I fondled them. (Why Stefan hadn’t done that, I cannot say for certain.) Norma approved and caressed my testicles as she sucked on my shaft. I didn’t last three minutes, but this was not an endurance contest.

“Here we go, folks!” I declared as I pulled my dick from her mouth and aimed it at the desired spot on Norma’s forehead just above her eyes. Out came an explosion of thick white goo—quite different in appearance and thickness compared to Stefan’s squirt of mainly liquified cum. The force of the first rope of semen startled Norma, causing her to recoil backwards slightly. With my target having moved, I just sprayed my second blast on Norma’s entire face from her hairline to the tip of her chin. Sticky clumps of jism fell steadily onto her breasts. For pure showmanship, I shoved my dick back into Norma’s mouth and came some more. When it dribbled out of the corner of her mouth, there was no doubt that I was the winner.

Stefan conceded defeat immediately. “You have me beat in quantity and quality, my friend. There’s no shame in being second to you, Bobby.” Everybody applauded. I thanked the spectators and asked them for an equally enthusiastic cheer for Norma, who was busily wiping herself clean for the second time. They obliged. I noticed it obviously took her far longer to cleanup my load. Several people personally congratulated me as I got dressed.

Part Four

On Monday at school, the great cum shot shootout was a major topic of conversation for most of that day and well into Tuesday. Word of it made it to the school’s staff. Mrs. Kraus, a sixtyish guidance counsellor whom I had known since my freshman year, stopped me in the hallway and asked to speak to me in her office. I followed her there
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She got straight to the point. “Bobby, I heard a rumor about something sordid that happened in the nearby woods on Saturday. Is it true?”

“That all depends on what you heard,” I replied cheekily.

Mrs. Krause relayed a Reader’s Digest version of the events to me, which I verified as the truth. She was stunned as she had only known me as a dedicated student who always got reasonably high marks in all my academic subjects. She had no knowledge about my sexual reputation until hearing about it that morning in the staff room. Of course, the school could do nothing about it since the competition between Stefan and me had occurred off school property and on a Saturday.

“What did you hope to achieve by doing that, Bobby?” she asked me with a sad tone in her voice.

“I wanted to retain my title as Captain Cum Shot,” I said with frank honesty. “In case you didn’t hear the outcome, I was declared the winner and still champion. I’m still #1 and proud of it.”

“Engaging in such a contest and spectacle is beneath you, Bobby,” she insisted. “Honestly, what did you hope to get by doing that?”

That question seemed to be redundant, but I answered it anyway. “I hoped to get a great blowjob from Norma Stubbs—and I did. As I previously said, I wanted to retain my coveted title—which I also did.”

That was obviously not the answer she was looking for. Mrs. Kraus gave me a sour look and stated, “Bobby, I’d really like to make an appointment with you to talk about all of this. Can I pencil you in tomorrow afternoon after your last class?”

“Oh, no. I’m sorry, that won’t work tomorrow or any time this week and well beyond,” I told her. I pulled a small notepad from my pocket and showed her the first two pages.

“As you can plainly see, Mrs. Kraus, every day after school this week I have some girl to satisfy immediately after the final bell. You know the old adage…first come, first served. Maybe three weeks from Thursday might work.”