--==<( DAN'S DISCOVERY )>==-- by Mr. Creamjeans Dan Foster's body had gone through some remarkable changes during the summer between the seventh and eighth grades. He had grown one-and-half inches. He had lost some of his "baby fat." His voice was starting to change. Hair had sprouted around his cock and balls. But the biggest change, the one that Dan hadn't been prepared for, was that his now thirteen year-old cock was constantly getting hard. It just seemed to have a mind of its own. The slightest thing could set it off: swinging his leg back and forth while seated, scratching an itch down there, putting on his underpants in the morning, and getting excited about virtually anything -- a baseball game, going to the movies, even playing video games gave him a boner. Whenever he felt that certain throbbing between his legs, no amount of thought or will power could keep his prick from swelling into complete rigidity. And one thing that always caused it to get stiff was thinking about anything even remotely connected to sex. Even watching spy movies (his favorite kind), when the hero was passionately kissing the heroine, Dan would get a stiffie. He practiced hiding the bulge in his pants in the full-length mirror in his bedroom. His dick wanted to poke almost straight out from his crotch -- there was a slight upward angle and a little upward curve near the end. It made a terribly obvious bulge in even his loosest jeans. In his slacks, there was just nothing he could do to conceal it, but in his jeans, he could shove his hands in his pockets and ball his fists to pull the fabric away from his unyielding boner. It was the first day of the school year. Dan was looking forward to seeing his buddies. He felt (and looked) a little more grown up than the last time many of his friends had seen him. His mother, of course, insisted he dress nicely for the first day of school, so Dan had to wear his tan slacks. Just putting them on in the morning and thinking about how he was going to hide a boner gave him a hard-on. He paced around his bedroom, trying to will his cock soft (glancing occasionally in the mirror to see if it had) until the last possible moment. If he didn't leave then, he'd miss the bus to Cleary Junior High. With his notebook clasped firmly in front of his crotch, he bolted from the house and was the last kid to get on the bus. He had to make his way to the back to find a seat. He glanced down at his crotch and was relieved to see that when he was sitting, the folds of fabric in his trousers camouflaged his stiff dick. But the constant vibration of the bus motor was being transmitted to his penis, and it never softened at all during the entire trip. As he got off the bus, he noticed several of his male classmates holding their notebooks over their crotches like he was. He wondered for a moment if they were all sporting boners in their pants, but dismissed the thought quickly. He was sure there was something wrong with his dick, but was much too embarrassed to ask anyone about it. Through the first couple classes, Dan's prick would alternate between soft and hard about every half-hour. But he always managed to conceal it. Just before second period ended, the cute girl sitting in front of Dan tossed her hair back and Dan got a whiff of the light perfume of her shampoo. He looked admiringly at her for a moment and that was all it took. His dick started swelling and stretching, getting tangled in his briefs. He reached down and gave it a quick tug and it jumped into total hardness. The bell rang. Up until that moment, he hadn't even thought about his third period class -- P.E. Even last year, Dan had been pretty embarrassed having to take all his clothes off in the locker room to change and shower. He had almost gotten used to it by the end of the year, but his awakened cock now posed a new problem. Shuffling with the rest of the student body, clutching his notebook, Dan mentally wrestled with his throbbing boner. `Go down,' he thought frantically. `I can't have a boner in the locker room!' But before he knew it, he was in the locker room. The steamy smell hit his nostrils as did the sight of a hundred or so boys in various stages of undress. Dan made his way to his locker and reluctantly put his books into it -- his shield was gone. He quickly sat down and took off his shoes, socks, and shirt. Now would come his pants. He pulled his t-shirt down over his crotch and lifted his butt off the bench just enough to get his pants off, then sat back down. Once his pants were off, he glanced at his crotch -- the bulge was visible even through his t-shirt. It was evident that his dick wasn't going to go soft. He knew he'd have to stand up to take off his briefs and get into his jock strap. When he stood up, his t-shirt still covered the bulge, but did nothing to conceal it. A few lockers down the aisle was Steve Wood. Steve had been an "early bloomer" -- he had hair around his cock and balls last year and was somewhat bigger than most of the guys in his class. Steve glanced down at just the time Dan stood up and couldn't help grin at Dan's predicament -- in profile, Dan's boner was very evident. He watched as Dan grabbed his jock from the locker and then pulled his briefs down and his jock up in one motion. Dan had not had any practice at putting a boner into a jock strap. When he first pulled up the jock, his stiff dick stuck out at a crazy angle. He threw his briefs in the locker and, feeling very exposed, tried to find a comfortable and somewhat concealing position for his hard-on. First, he reached inside and tried pointing it down. Apart from the fact that it hurt, it was even more obvious. Then he pulled it completely upright. It still wasn't comfortable and the tip of his cock showed over the narrow waistband. He shoved his dick into the stretchy pouch, still pointing mostly up, but underneath the waist elastic. The jock pouch was stretched to the limit by Dan's stiff member, but at least it was somewhat more comfortable. Steve was having fun watching Dan struggle with his hard-on. He knew that the longer Dan spent adjusting it and looking down at it, the more obvious it was going to be to everyone what Dan was doing. Dan was in such a panic, though, he couldn't think about that. He didn't even hear his neighbor in the locker room start snickering -- his entire attention was focused on his stiffie. Finally, he yanked his gym shorts up. They were the same shorts he wore last year and they were a little tight. The front was puffed out horribly. He pulled off his regular t-shirt and put on his gym t-shirt which was, of course, now too short to cover Dan's embarrassment. Steve kind of hung around until Dan had finished dressing and closed his locker. Most of the guys had cleared out by then. "Man, that's some boner you got there, Danny," Steve said as he walked toward him. Dan's face got even redder. "So what?" he asked angrily, his voice cracking. "Pretty funny," Steve said. Then he playfully reached out and grasped the bulge in Dan's gym shorts for a second, then took off running and laughing. Dan's heart was pounding. He was embarrassed, intimidated, and angry, but he still managed a new feeling -- the tingle in his balls and tight feeling in the pit of his stomach he got when someone else made contact with his trapped, pulsing boner. With his heart racing, Dan walked quickly out of the locker room, still trying in vain to pull his shirt down far enough to cover his tented crotch. Throughout the day, Dan's prick was hard more than it was soft. He did manage to keep it soft while showering after P.E., but not when he had to stand up and read in Miss Conti's English class. He thought he saw the pretty Miss Conti look down at his bulging slacks while he was reading, but couldn't be sure. He was just afraid that everyone else in the class could see it, too. That was the last class of the day. Finally, the first torturous day of school was over. Dan practically ran home and up the stairs to his bedroom. On the way up, he heard his mother telling him to be sure to change out of his good clothes. He quickly changed into a striped T-shirt and his "grubby" jeans -- they were freshly laundered but had a torn knee, so his mother would only let him wear them when goofing around after school. The jeans felt tight and warm when he put them on, and that was enough to make his cock hard one more time. Exasperated, Dan started talking to his dick in a hoarse whisper. "C'mon, go down. You don't see the other guys with stiff weenies. Go down!" He hit his trapped dick with his fist for emphasis. When that didn't work, he threw himself on his bed, face in his comforting pillow. His boner was pressed up against his belly inside his tight jeans. He shifted his hips and felt a twinge of pleasure coming from his dick. He had felt this pleasure before, but always felt guilty about it and so never pursued it. But this time, he repeated the motion with his hips and concentrated on the pleasure coming from his dick. He did it again...and again. He got a rhythm going and could feel how the pleasure was building. He felt his heart racing as he repeatedly thrust his hips into the mattress. Suddenly, he felt something new. A pressure, kind of like he had to pee. But he knew that couldn't be it -- he had peed just before he left school. Confident that he wasn't going to pee, he kept pushing his boner into the bed. `This must be like fucking,' he thought. He really had only a vague notion of what the sex act was supposed to be because his father's explanation had been pretty sketchy. But that thought was enough to make him go at it with even more energy. He felt like it was building to something -- he didn't know what but wanted to find out. He found out sooner than expected. After just a few more thrusts, the feeling like he had to pee became overwhelming. He momentarily thought about stopping his thrusting. Suddenly, Dan felt something wet coming out of his dick and into his briefs. "Oh, no!" he said in a tiny, scared voice. He flipped over and sat up on the bed. Feeling even more hot, wet liquid filling his shorts, he grasped his tender boner through his jeans, trying to stem the flow. He felt the fabric of his jeans becoming wet and looked down to see the spreading stain. He could feel his cock jumping as his first ever orgasm continued. He was scared, excited and embarrassed all at once. As the excitement ebbed, the urgent feeling went away and left a strange relaxation. He sat motionless on the bed, wide-eyed, as his breathing returned to normal. The wet sticky feeling in his shorts, though, made him feel ashamed -- he had wet his pants! He jumped up and ran to his door, glancing guiltily down the hallway before running to the bathroom. There he opened his pants and looked inside his cum-drenched briefs. He saw white, stringy liquid clinging to his belly and softening dick. `This must be that sperm stuff,' he thought. Last year he'd heard the older guys whispering about sperm and cum and cream, plus his dad had managed to convey the part about ejaculation, so Dan put two-and-two together. Grabbing a wad of toilet paper, he cleaned himself up as best he could. After zipping up his jeans he looked in the mirror and saw a wet spot alongside his zipper. It was dark and a very obvious on the faded denim. He thought about using a hair dryer to dry it off, but figured he better not -- his mom might hear. So Dan raced back into his room, closed the door, and changed into some fresh underpants and jeans. He hid his stained clothes in the back of the closet. His dick had completely softened, and for the first time that day, he felt like it wasn't going to get hard with just a stray thought. He went outside to play feeling much more confident and relaxed. The next day, Dan was able to wear his loose jeans to school. His cock got hard almost as much as the day before (thankfully, though, not in the locker room), but the jeans helped him hide it. When he got home, he closed his bedroom door and fished his cum-stained jeans and briefs out of his closet. The cum tracks on his jeans were very faint -- they were just a little stiff right there. His briefs were stiff, too. He crumpled them in a wad and threw them into the dirty clothes hamper. The jeans he'd have to wear and get dirty before his mom would wash them. He quickly changed into them. Almost immediately, Dan's cock got stiff. The memory of the intense pleasure of yesterday's "accident" was very vivid. His dick sure remembered! Putting on his tight, sperm-stained jeans was like throwing a arousal switch. So, in the privacy of his bedroom, Dan once more laid on the bed and began pushing his hips into the mattress. It took even less time, now that he knew what he was feeling, for Dan to make his boner squirt boy-cum into his pants. What really triggered it was when an image popped into his head of his English teacher, the pretty Miss Conti, looking at his boner. He saw himself standing there in his tan slacks, a prominent ridge running up next to the fly, and his teacher admiring it. "Wowwwwwww," he moaned softly when his hot seed began squirting from his tender dick. This time, instead of trying to stop it, Dan was coaxing more and more juice from his balls. His briefs were being filled with slippery wetness, increasing the sensation against his cock head. Finally, it was over. Dan rolled over and giggled when he saw the huge wet spot covering the front of his jeans -- it made yesterday's look tiny. He got up and looked at it in the mirror -- not embarrassed this time, almost proud of how much wetness he'd made in his pants. He could also see that his dick was still hard. It almost like seemed his boner never went soft all afternoon and all night -- it was still there in the morning. Once again, he wore his loose jeans to school. He did start to get hard in the locker room after his shower, but managed to get into his pants fast enough so that no one would have noticed his stiffening prong. But when he sat down in Miss Conti's class, Dan got a boner that wouldn't quit. She was wearing a low-cut blouse and looked very un-teacher-like. A few minutes into the class, Dan glanced down at his crotch. His jeans did not do as good a job as his slacks at hiding a boner when sitting down; he could see the ridge on the underside of his dick. He shoved his hands in his pockets and reached one hand over to his dick. He began trying to tug it into a more upright position and noticed how good his hand felt against his swollen boy-meat. He slyly looked around to see if anyone noticed what he was doing and when it seemed the coast was clear, he started repeating the tugging motion under the cover of his jeans. Miss Conti was talking about some reading assignment, but Dan couldn't concentrate on what she was saying very well. He did hear her tell everyone to open their books to a certain page and figured he'd better comply. With his free hand, he opened his textbook. His other hand kept rubbing his trapped dick while Miss Conti talked. Dan stared at her cleavage and rubbed his dick harder. She was sitting on the front edge of her desk, swinging one of her shapely legs back and forth as she instructed a girl in the class to stand and begin reading aloud from the textbook. Dan felt that tingle in his balls and tightness in his stomach that warned of an impending orgasm. He knew he didn't want to have an accident in class, so he slowed down his stroking and used a lighter touch on his now throbbing boner. He felt the urgent feeling subside a little and felt confident that he could control it now. The intensity of his rubbing gradually increased again. His gaze returned to his pretty teacher's breasts and legs. "Thank you, Melissa," Miss Conti was saying. "Now, Dan Foster? Please pick up the reading from the top of page 37." Dan blushed hotly and ripped his hand from his pocket. He frantically tried to locate the top of page 37 while gaining some semblance of control. His hard-on was jumping on its own in his jeans and he realized he was going to have to stand up with probably the biggest, stiffest boner he'd ever had. Slowly, reluctantly, he rose from his seat, book in hand and jeans sticking out a mile. There was no mistaking it this time when Miss Conti stared at Dan's puffed-out fly. This was the fantasy that had caused Dan to cum yesterday -- and it was coming true! The poor teenage boy was aroused beyond the limit. He stood there squeezing his legs together like a second-grader who had to pee in the worst way. A couple of his classmates giggled at the sight. Standing there with Miss Conti looking at his boner, Dan felt his semen trying to escape. He didn't think he could hold it back. "Uh, Miss Conti?" he said, his voice cracking. "May I be excused?" Miss Conti actually looked at his pants once more, then into his eyes. She smiled and nodded. Dan felt some wetness escape into his underpants. He dropped the book on the desk, thrust both hands in his pockets and bolted from the classroom while a few of his classmates giggled behind him. Running with an erratic gait towards the boys' room, Dan felt hot sperm filling his briefs and dripping down his leg. He gripped his cock through his pocket HARD, hoping that he could stop the ejaculations. The squeeze caused an intense pang of pleasure/pain that made Dan stop in his tracks, lean against a locker, and fully experience the burning pleasure of his orgasm. More hot semen squirted from his erupting dick. Dark wet patches appeared on the faded blue denim as he stood shuddering in the school hallway, helplessly cumming in his pants. Dan once again looked around to see if anyone was watching as his cock finished spurting -- luckily, the hall was deserted. He sprinted the rest of the way to the boys room and, as soon as he got inside, looked in the mirror. He was horrified. There were a couple of large, irregularly-shaped splotches near his fly and streamers running down his leg. He quickly went into one of the stalls, opened his pants, snatched a wad of toilet paper and began trying to sop up the cum that hadn't already soaked into his clothes. It helped, but not much. Dan emerged from the stall and once again checked himself in the mirror. There was no way he could go back to class like that. He thought about his mom's hair dryer and suddenly realized that the boys' room had one of those hot-air hand dryers; all he'd have to do would be to stand under it for a while. Several minutes later, Dan emerged from the boys room. The stains were dry enough so that they were barely noticeable. His briefs, however, were still uncomfortably wet and sticky. He made it back to the classroom just in time for the bell signalling the end of class. He grabbed his books and made his way out, heading straight home to change his soiled underpants. The next morning at school had been uneventful. During lunch, Gary Benedict came over to where Dan was sitting in the cafeteria. Dan knew Gary from last year -- not very well, but they were on friendly terms. "Hey, Dan. How's it goin'?" Gary asked as he sat down. "Pretty good," Dan replied. "What's up with you?" Gary giggled. "You're what's up, man," he said. He lowered his voice a little and continued, "I saw that boner you had in Miss Conti's class yesterday." Dan blushed several shades of crimson. "Man, you were stickin' out a mile," Gary chuckled. "Did you go to the head to jack off?" "To what?" Dan asked. "You know, jack off...rub your dick till it squirts." Dan blushed even more. "No...no, no...I don't do that," he said, looking around to see if anyone was eavesdropping on their conversation. "Right," Gary said sarcastically. "Hey, if you really want to see something that'll give you a boner, you should see the dirty pictures I got from Carlos." Carlos was a Cuban immigrant who was a year older than the rest of the kids in class. He was a big, friendly guy who liked to tell dirty jokes and teach his friends Spanish swear words. Dan was intrigued but tried not to show it. "Oh, yeah?" was all he said. "Meet me after school. We can go to my house," Gary offered. "OK," Dan agreed. The afternoon dragged on and Dan just couldn't concentrate on his school work. He had never seen "dirty pictures" before -- just an occasional peek at a Playboy or Penthouse. Naturally, just the thought of seeing dirty pictures kept his cock rock hard all afternoon. During English class, Dan made it a point not to handle his super-sensitive dick, no matter how much it twitched and jumped in his jeans. After class, he and Gary headed off together. "My folks won't be home until later," Gary said as they entered his house. "C'mon!" Gary motioned to Dan as he bounded up the stairs. Once the boys were in Gary's bedroom, he reached under a pile of clothes in the bottom of his closet and pulled out a large stack of yellowed, ragged photographs. "This is the order I like to look at them in," Gary said as he sat on the bed and handed the stack to Dan. "The best ones are at the bottom." Dan took the stack and gazed at the top photo. There was a not-too-pretty dark haired woman, totally nude, in a very un- subtle pose; she was inviting the viewer in between her spread legs. Dan's mouth went dry as he realized that this was the worst of what he was going to see. Gary was sitting very close to him on the bed. "C'mon, look at the rest of them," he coaxed. Dan began going through the stack. Gary occasionally interjected a comment or two about the current picture. Up to about a third of the way through, all the pictures had been of solo nude women. "Wowwwwww..." Dan breathed when the first shot of a man and woman together appeared. "Pretty good, huh?" Gary boasted. Dan had never seen a grown-up hard-on before. He was amazed at its size. The next picture caused his hot teenage boner to throb -- it was a close up of real fucking. Dan stared at it for a long time, his jaw slack and his dick trying to poke a hole in his pants. Gary giggled at his buddy. His arousal was very obvious. Gary had a stiffie, too, and reached down to adjust it as he taunted, "Looks like you got another BIG BONER there!" "Jeez, man," Dan responded. "A guy's gotta get a boner lookin at this stuff." He reached down and adjusted his own bulge, not feeling quite so embarrassed about it since his friend had one, too. The momentary contact felt real good, and Dan pulled his hand away, not wanting to get too aroused and have another accident. "Let's compare," Gary suggested. "I'm not gonna show you my dick!" Dan said. "No, man. Let's just see who has the biggest bulge." And with that, Gary stood up, his teenage dick poking almost straight out behind his fly. The fact that he had on button-fly jeans made it look just that much larger. Dan kind of giggled and slowly stood up. He never thought he'd show off his boner bulge on purpose. The poking, blunt end of his hard-on appeared just to the left of his zipper and just below the waistband. The two young teens stood there, showing off for each other by thrusting their hips out to make their hard-on bulges seem bigger. Dan thought this was kind of cool -- a little taboo but a lot of fun. "Check out the next one," Gary urged as he finally sat down. The next picture was something Dan hadn't even imagined -- this girl had the guy's dick in her mouth! "Ewww!" he exclaimed. "That's gross." "No way, man," Gary explained. "That's what they call a blow job. It really feels good!" Dan's eyes widened. "You've had a blow job?" "Well, no..." Gary admitted. "But think about it, man. A hot, wet mouth around your cock. Awwww..." Gary reached down and squeezed his cock bulge through his jeans. Dan was a little embarrassed by his friend's open rubbing of his dick. He wanted to do the same, but knew he didn't dare. He just moved on to the rest of the pictures. In shot after shot, Dan was getting a tremendous sex education -- way more than his dad ever conveyed. But he was also getting very, very aroused. His trapped dick was stiff as could be, and he even felt a dull ache in his balls, like they were just full of sperm and aching to release it. Gary's comments became more and more explicit. "Look at her face, man. She really likes havin' that dick in her pussy." The next picture almost made Dan cream in his jeans. You could see the guy's dick pumping cum onto the girl's belly! "Look at that!" Gary exclaimed with great enthusiasm. "He's shootin his sperm!" "Man, I wish I could do that," Dan breathed. Gary didn't know whether his buddy meant he wished he could fuck a chick or he wished he could cum. He just grinned and said, "Yeah, me too." "Oh, God!" Dan squeaked as the next photo came into view. There was a large, handsome man with the biggest dick of any he'd seen, grasping it at the base and squirting cum into this chick's face. Dan started thinking about running home and humping his mattress -- he knew it wouldn't take much. "Awww, yeah, that's one of my favorites," Gary said. "I wanna get a blow job so bad." He paused for a moment, then blurted out, "Hey, tell me how this feels..." Then Gary did something completely unexpected. He got down on his knees in between Dan's legs, leaned forward, placed his mouth on the tent in Dan's pants, and blew a stream of hot air right through the fabric that imprisoned Dan's ready-to-burst boner. "Ho, jeez!" Dan exclaimed in a high-pitched voice. The combination of pressure, heat, and moisture took Dan's boner over the edge. Gary pushed another hot breath into Dan's crotch as Dan exclaimed "Oh! Stop!" Gary backed off, grinning from ear to ear and looking up at his friend. The strain on Dan's face, though, indicated that his trick had gone too far. Gary's eyes shot open and his jaw dropped when he looked back at Dan's pants just in time to see a dark, wet stain form at the tip of his boner. Dan was having an emission in his pants! He clamped his legs together, whimpering and writhing, while his untouched dick squirted a heavy load of boy-cum into his underpants. No amount of holding back was going to help -- the pent-up frustration of the entire day was being vented through his dick. Gary started laughing uncontrollably. "He's creaming in his jeans!" he shouted. "Holy shit!" Now Dan was even more embarrassed. When he lost control in the classroom, no one saw it. But now he had lost control of his boner and was wetting his pants in front of a buddy. Still more semen flowed from his teenage dick, immediately soaking through his shorts and pants, making the wet patch even larger and more shiny. Gary was still laughing when Dan finally finished cumming. It had been the biggest cum he'd experienced and he was mortified that he couldn't control it. His embarrassment turned to anger. "Why'd you go and do that, huh? Jeez, you made me..." "...wet your pants like a little kid?" Gary taunted. With that, Dan pounced on Gary, quickly pinning the giggling boy to the floor. In the struggle, Dan pressed his wet crotch into Gary's and felt his friend's boner still poking out in his jeans. "OK...OK...I'm sorry," Gary said through his laughter when he realized he'd been overpowered. They each laid there for a moment, Dan on top of Gary, until Gary said, "Hey, c'mon, get off me...you're hurtin' my dick." When Dan stood up, he revealed a damp patch at the tip of Gary's bulge. Now it was Dan's turn to giggle and point. "Jeez, Dan! You got my pants all cummy!" Dan's jeans were so saturated with his recent ejaculation that some of it had soaked into Gary's pants where his hard-on had been pressing against the wet fabric. "Hah! Your jeans are wet, too," Dan laughed. "I'll show you wet," Gary replied. "Hand me the pictures." Dan, puzzled, did as he asked and then watched in amazement as Gary sat on the floor and began rubbing his boner through his pants. He was using a practiced stroke on the bulge -- up and down, up and down in a steady rhythm. He gazed intently at the photos from the bottom of the pile, spreading them out on the floor in front of him with his free hand. It didn't take long. "Here it comes!" Gary said through gritted teeth. A small, dark spot appeared on his jeans. Now it was Dan's turn to watch as his friend deliberately made himself wet his jeans with sperm. The wet area spread quickly. A new wet patch appeared in a fold of the fabric near the base of Gary's cock -- his semen was dripping down inside his underwear. Gary pumped with abandon, milking more and more jizz from his tender teen boner. When he finished, Gary flopped back onto the floor like a limp rag doll. There was a soaking wet tent in the front of his jeans where his cock had hardly softened at all. Dan wanted to laugh, but the whole experience had just drained him. He leaned back on the bed and said, "Wow, you really did it." Gary sighed and sat up. "Yeah, it felt real good, too. I'm glad I was able to hold it today in Miss Conti's class. This was fun." Dan said, "What do you mean, able to hold it in Miss Conti's class?" "Well, I've been shootin' off in class almost every day," Gary admitted. Dan was flabbergasted. "That's what happened to me yesterday. I started sperming in my pants when Miss Conti called on me." "So that's why you were actin' so funny," Gary said. "I knew you had a boner, but...wow..." "Yeah, I couldn't make it to the boys' room. It just happened real fast," Dan said. "Hey, you wanna do it again in class tomorrow? We can watch each other, too," Gary suggested. The next day, Dan and Gary left Miss Conti's class with smiles on their faces and notebooks over their crotches. ------------------------------------------------------- All rights reserved. Posting on sites other than CreamInYourJeans.com should not be done without the express permission of the author.