Seeing Joe - part 7

JD: His grunts became guttural. His back arched even more as he jutted his big penis into his sleeping bag even farther toward his pillow with a flex of his bubble butt. He had to be getting close. I could sense it…he was there. I was starting to worry that his lovemaking sounds were growing too intense and that people in tents nearby would wonder what was going on. Just as I was about to tell him that he had to be quieter, he sat up and quickly repositioned himself getting up on his knees.

He grabbed his big schlong and started stroking for all he was worth. I was surprised at his bold move but it gave me a great view of his giant dick. As he was stroking himself I just shook my head and gasped at his size once again. It was his intension to complete the contest with a show! He was going to show me his load first hand! I couldn't believe it.

I was so excited I swear my own penis started pulsing again in sympathy to his, taking up right were I had left off. I felt confident that what little more I could add to my original load would beat whatever he could muster over the few hours since his other orgasm he achieved privately earlier today. Surely he couldn't cum more than me after already spending a load earlier…surely not. But then why is he going to all the trouble to put on such a show? He was literally rubbing it in my face! Is he trying to make sure he gets credit for any amount that comes? That had to be it. I was sure that had to be it...a last ditch effort to prove me wrong once again.

He tried not to crack a smile while I shook my head in disbelief at what I wrongly figured was his sexual overconfidence. He knew what he was doing. He had to remain serious…this was a contest. But I soon learned he didn't need any additional effort. He must have gotten just as excited as me through out the evening of intensity we were experiencing together. My eyes must have grown wider and wider as the anticipation grew.

His groaning sounds made me feel less secure in my position of cumming the most that night, and he had yet to cum even a drop. His breathing grew labored as his pecs heaved up and down with each labored breath. We locked eyes for a moment and I could see his need of relief as he clenched them back shut and began what I thought was the start of his orgasm.

My eyes were drawn back to his midsection as his penis began to drip as he jerked his meat with both hands furiously. I felt some relief as I thought he had just cum, and it wasn't even that much! I had been right! He was spent and his big gun wasn't up to the task that night!

Just as I was about to start gloating and claim victory for the 'normal' people, I realized I was not so lucky as I learned the dripping was just some precum being pushed out of the way for the main event. It served as some additional lubrication for Joe as he continued to stroke his massively oversized glans. His penis turned a deep red from the rubbing and seemed to swell to even more exaggerated proportions for the final, ultimate show of its power. I swear my little finger could have fit without much effort in his piss slit!

I remember this part very clearly. He seemed to realize that I thought his show was over after the first few drops of fluid leaked from his monstrous organ. He looked directly at me and managed to say in a clenched whisper, "Here cums, watch out." At that point he grunted and jerked his penis back one final time. He let go of his giant snake, and seemed to flex every muscle in his body. His entire frame jerked back like it was pushed and no longer in his control. I swear his cock head swelled to unbelievable proportions and spewed its first thick jet of sperm from his real orgasm several inches from his sleeping bag. That had to be it…he was so intense. He had to be done. If that was the case I still could have won our strange contest at this point. I was still the man!

He looked at what had happened. He grunted almost painfully and stopped his breathing just in time to release another massive stream across the tent going further than his first spurt almost hitting me and landing on my sleeping bag. All I could mutter was, "God".

I knew now why I had to watch out. I monitored the rest of his orgasm even more closely, so I could dodge whatever else he may shoot my way. I watched, now noticing the volume that he ejected from his second ejaculation of the day. A majority of it lay on my sleeping bag, and from what I could tell I would guess that this amount was more than my whole climax. I still had not taken into account what I had added during my second climax, so I was hopping for the best. I noticed every white pulse as his huge organ pushed its contents out with such force that I could actually hear it landing somewhere in the tent. Noticing my dodging movements, he once again grabbed his projectile weapon and re-aimed its fire as he continued to release his massive load. It was as if he was peeing in pulses of thick long white ropes of cum. The smell was amazing. His scent was being spread everywhere in our small tent. He redirected his next forceful blasts back to his own bedding landing by, on and some farther than his own pillow. At some point during his cum shower, I realized there was no longer any hope. It was as if for that moment his penis was a hose releasing its contents in massive white-hot spurts. His cum jets were strong and intense. I looked from the amount of white fluid as it was pushed from his body he was cumming with spurts the diameter of a pencil. Each blast seemed more forceful than the last. As he grunted loudly, he would shoot more sperm further than the previous load. Thick ropes of cum jetted out of his massive sex muscle getting his bedding wet.

He truly was blessed with something that I had no hope of competing against. Even only half way through his orgasm, he had beaten me. Any hope of providing even a meager contest with this guy was over and I imagine impossible for all but a very select few. He continued to release his ejaculate wave after wave slowly starting to subside. After he released his entire load, cum was still dripping from his big tool as its pulses grew less and less intense. He looked around in satisfaction knowing his powerful equipment had not let him down as he collapsed on his sleeping bag with a final groan hiding his still pulsing cock. He was supremely spent just as I had been a moment ago.

But now, once again that evening I was in awe of my friend's seemingly endless sexual prowess. He had not even been with anyone yet and I knew his physical and sexual abilities would be the extreme standard that I would judge all who came after him, men or women.

I looked over at him waiting for some kind of response. He finally turned his head to face me still breathing heavy and coming down from his work out and ultimate display of machismo. With out even knowing what my results ended up being, he gave me a shit-eating grin and asked half questioning, half gloating, "I won, didn't I?"