--==<( CLASSROOM CUMMIN' )>==--
       by Mr. Creamjeans


     Chris couldn't take his eyes off Robbie.  They were
both sitting in History class with throbbing teen hard-ons
pushing at their zippers.  The only difference was Chris
could see Robbie and Robbie seemed oblivious to anyone or
anything except the persistent thumping of his boner.
     Chris was one row over and one seat behind Robbie.
What caught his eye was when Robbie reached down to adjust
his growing cock in his jeans.  It seemed like quite an
ordeal; he was gripping and squeezing and yanking it to get
it into a more comfortable position.  When he finished,
Chris could clearly see the sizeable bulge pointing up and
slightly to the left.
     'Wow,' Chris thought, 'Robbie sure has a big one.'
     At that point, Robbie slouched down in his seat, giving
his cock even more room to grow.  It literally jumped at the
opportunity, stretching to its full length under the
restraining denim.  Chris could see the front of Robbie's
pants twitch as it did.
     That started Chris's cock growing.  Getting a hard-on
in class was nothing new for Chris, but he always felt very
self-conscious about it.  For now, he just left his cock
pointing down between his legs.
     Robbie quietly slipped his hand into his pants pocket.
Chris's eyes widened and his boner lurched as he saw his
classmate start to finger his trapped cock.  Chris knew that
other guys played with themselves, but he had never seen it
before, and certainly not in a classroom.  His own dick
throbbed painfully, so he gave it a quick tug to let it
stretch down his pant leg.
     As the teacher droned on about an ancient war in
Central Europe, there were probably more than two students
who were not listening, but there certainly weren't two more
excited students in the class.
     Chris noticed the rhythm of Robbie's rubbing was
steadily increasing and his gaze at the blackboard was
becoming less focused.  Chris wondered whether this guy was
going to take it all the way right in class!  Just the
thought of another guy squirting his sperm right in his
pants made Chris squeeze his legs together, applying
delicious pressure to his overheated erection.  He had
creamed his jeans a couple of times -- once in his older
brother's room when he found some nudie magazines, and once
at a school dance when he and Debbie were making out in the
corner.  Both times it was an "accident" -- he had been
trying to hold back.  But here was a guy who seemed to be
trying to make it happen on purpose.
     Just then, Robbie removed his hand from his pants
pocket.  Chris could clearly see that the front of his jeans
continued to jump on its own.  He looked at Robbie's face.
His jaw was set and he seemed to be in pain.  It was obvious
that he was trying not to cum.  Chris felt a drop of sticky
fluid leak from the tip of his prick.  He imagined that
Robbie's shorts must have been damp, too.  He looked back
down and his guess was confirmed -- there was a tiny wet
spot at the tip of Robbie's cock bulge.
     Just then, the lights in the classroom went out.  The
boys were so absorbed with their games that they were
oblivious to the fact that the teacher was about to show a
movie.  The projector clicked on and a jittery title frame
appeared, casting a dim light over the room.  Chris thought
Robbie's game was over, so he turned his attention to the
movie.  He figured he had better watch it since the teacher
was known for giving quizzes after films.
     His concentration on the film didn't last, however.  A
repetitive motion out of the corner of his eye caused him to
return his gaze to Robbie.  He couldn't believe what he saw
-- Robbie had his cock out and was jacking off under his
desk!  More pre-cum sauce flowed out into Chris's jeans as
his cock jumped and throbbed.  Robbie was stroking his dick
with a very light stroke -- just wrist and finger action,
his shoulders were almost completely still.  In the dim
light reflected from the movie screen, Chris saw the shiny
cock head appear and disappear behind Robbie's fist.
     A tingle in his lower abdomen warned Chris that Robbie
wasn't the only one who needed to release his pent-up jizz.
A steady stream of juice was smearing all over the inside of
Chris's boxer shorts and against his leg.  He moved his leg
and felt his cock-head slide tantalizingly against his
thigh.  Not sure if he could hold back his cum, Chris tried
to decide whether he should whip it out like Robbie, or move
his cock up under his zipper so the wet spot wouldn't show
so much.  He sensed that moving it at all was dangerous --
he was so close to losing control that one squeeze would do
it.  He tried to stay stock still and will his balls to hold
on to their churning load.
     His next glance under Robbie's desk hit Chris like a
ton of bricks.  Robbie was cumming!  Even in the dim light,
Chris could see wad after wad of sperm fountaining up, some
of it hitting the underside of the desk, some puddling on
the linoleum floor, but most of it landing on his jeans.
His prick head was shiny-wet and Chris could even hear some
slurping noises as his still stroking fingers spread the
jizz over his cock.
     The next noise Chris heard came from under his own
desk.  A wet, gushing noise as the first big glob of cream
sloshed into his shorts and pants.  His whole body convulsed
and he stifled a groan as his trapped boner let loose with
spurt after spurt of hot cream.  Without touching himself,
he was uncontrollably ejaculating in his pants, right in
history class!
     By the time Chris finished shooting, Robbie was tucking
his spent, slippery-wet cock back into his pants and wiping
his cum-drenched fingers on his underpants.  He never
took his eyes off the screen, though, not even to look at
how a dozen blobs of semen were soaking into the front of
his jeans.
     Chris couldn't resist looking down at his own lap.  His
cock wasn't softening at all, and at the tip of it,
prominent on the front of his pant leg, was a dark,
spreading wet stain.  He blushed hotly as he felt the mass
of hot jism swimming around his cock head and making his
boxers cling to his thigh.
     Suddenly, the movie was over.  The lights came up and
the whole class blinked, trying to adjust their eyes.
Robbie did finally look down at his lap then, and glanced
furtively around the room to see if anyone noticed.  Chris
looked away quickly.
     Fortunately for the two boys, there was no quiz.  The
bell rang almost immediately and the class shuffled out.
Chris and Robbie both carried their books in front of their
laps.  Chris made his way to a little-used boys' room at the
end of a hallway, hoping no one would see him as he tried to
wipe up some of the mess in one of the doorless stalls.
Unbeknown to Chris, Robbie was right behind him.
     Chris entered the boys room and breathed a sigh of
relief -- no one was there.  He set his books on the shelf
by the mirror, but before he could make it to a stall, the
door swung open and Robbie walked in.
     Chris couldn't help staring at Robbie's spotted crotch.
Several of the wet areas still had white, shiny globs in the
middle of them.  He didn't even think about the fact that
his own cum stain was wide open to Robbie's view.
     Robbie closed the door behind him and leaned against
it.  He smiled as he said, "Hey, Chris.  You shoulda taken
it out of your pants before you creamed."  Chris just stared
at him in stunned silence.  "I knew you were watchin me,"
Robbie continued.  "That's the only reason I went ahead and
whipped it out and shot off.  Otherwise I woulda come here
after class to do it."
     Chris blushed again.  "You knew I saw you do it?" he
asked.
     "Yeah, you were lookin at me play pocket pool before
the movie.  Man, with you watchin me, I got so hot, I just
had to get my nut.  I didn't think you'd cream your jeans
over it, though."  Then Robbie snickered as he looked at
Chris's pants.  "You really did it, too.  Wow, what a wet
spot!"
     Then Robbie walked over to Chris.  He put his books on
the shelf and then reached down and felt the wet stain on
Chris's jeans.  Chris was too shocked to move.
     "What a load!" Robbie said, as he pinched the fabric
and felt the wet goo sliding underneath.  "Hey, what's
this?" he asked, feeling Chris's not-yet-soft prick poking
down his leg.
     "Unnnghh!" Chris grunted when Robbie grasped his super-
sensitive cock head.  His whole body convulsed, and a little
more jizz dribbled into his sopping wet shorts.
     "You're still ready for more, huh Chris?" Robbie asked,
with a mischievous glint in his eye.
     Chris didn't know what to make of this at all.  He
didn't know Robbie very well, and really wasn't sure if
Robbie was coming on to him or just taunting him.
     "Hey, what if someone comes in?" he managed to say
while Robbie toyed with his dick.
     "That's why we both came here. No one uses this
bathroom."
     "But we'll be late for class."
     "Fuck class!" Robbie smirked. "Your cock doesn't want
to go to class.  But I bet it wants out of those jeans."
     Then Robbie released his hold on Chris's cock-bulge and
deftly unbuttoned the other boy's jeans.  With one motion,
Robbie dropped to his knees on the cold tile floor and
pulled Chris's pants down to mid-thigh.  Chris's cock sprang
up in the relative freedom of his boxers.  Robbie eyed the
boner bulge for a moment, then rocked forward, placing his
lips against the wet fabric that covered Chris's pulsing
dick.
     Chris's head was reeling -- it was all happening so
fast!  He could feel Robbie's hot breath through the fabric
of his underpants and his cock once again lurched into
complete hardness.
     Robbie was getting worked up again, too.  He rubbed his
face into Chris's shorts with abandon, excited by the smell
of his recent ejaculate, the cold wetness against his lips
and cheeks, and the spongy-steely tube underneath.  Chris
moaned and Robbie took that as his cue; he pulled the
writhing boy's cock out through the fly of his shorts and
wasted no time in wrapping his lips around the head.
     Chris groaned loudly.  The sensations were incredible!
Robbie was sliding his lips up and down the shaft and
swirling his tongue over the sensitive ridge around the
head.  He looked down and saw that Robbie was once again
rubbing his cock in his pants, but this time his hand wasn't
in his pocket -- it looked like he was trying to wear away
the fabric alongside his button fly, his fingers flying over
his renewed hard-on bulge.
     The sight brought Chris ever closer to another orgasm.
"Oh! Oh...Robbie...hey..." he gasped.  "It's gonna....unh!"
     Robbie added his free hand to his lips and tongue
working over Chris's engorged cock.  Chris moaned again.
     "Careful, man!...Oh, fuck!...I can't hold it much
longer!" Chris grunted through clenched teeth.
     Robbie stood up, still stroking Chris's cock with his
right hand and his own trapped boner with his left.  He kept
the same rhythm going and knew that it wouldn't be long for
either of them.  He looked into Chris's eyes.  As if in a
trance, Chris reached out and grasped Robbie's cock through
his jeans.  It had never before occurred to Chris that he
would want to do such a thing, but it seemed so natural at
that moment.  Robbie groaned as Chris started stroking it
with the same rhythm that was being used on his own cock.
     Chris's second load was getting ready to come out.  He
realized that, with the two of them standing face to face,
his cum would squirt directly onto the front of Robbie's
pants, but there was nothing he could do about it -- Robbie
was in control of his dick. He looked down and stared once
again at the dozen-or-so fading stains Robbie put on his own
pants earlier.
     Robbie was about to go over the edge, too.  Chris was
stroking him perfectly and his semen was trying like hell to
get out.  It was just a matter of who would cum first...
     "Unh!" Robbie shouted as he began orgasming inside his
pants.  Almost immediately, a dark wet spot began forming at
the tip of his cock bulge.  His cream flowed freely,
drenching the restraining fabric.
     The sight and feel of Robbie wetting his jeans took
Chris over the top.  His first wad of jism squirted hard and
landed squarely on Robbie's button fly.  A second, weaker
spurt ran down his classmate's thigh.
     Robbie moaned as Chris's hot cream landed on his pants.
He shuffled forward until the tip of Chris's gushing cock
was just an inch from the front of his jeans -- now every
drop of Chris's sperm landed on him. Still moaning, and with
Chris's hand rubbing crazily over his cock, Robbie continued
to fill the inside of his pants with hot wetness while his
new friend splashed them from the outside.
     Finally, both boys had completely drained their teen
balls onto Robbie's blue jeans.  After a moment of awkward
silence, both students started laughing uncontrollably.
Their tensions had been released and laughter was the best
expression.  They giggled and pointed at each other's
crotches.  Robbie, of course, got the worst of it -- his
whole lap was covered with cum spots, and there was a large,
balloon-shaped stain alongside his fly.  Chris's stain was
large, but fading, as he tucked his cock away and pulled his
jeans up over his damp boxers.
     "Next time, let's do it without the clothes, OK?" Chris
said.
     "After school today?" Robbie asked, making his way to
the paper towel dispenser.
     "I'll meet you in back of the gym." Chris replied as he
opened the door to boy's room and left for his next class.
  
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