Bill came down to my house and we walked to a local pinball 
arcade. On the way down, he told me he hadn't cum in several 
weeks! I began playing pinball with Bill along side the machine 
watching. He edged closer to the machine, until his crotch was 
a finger's length from the left flipper button. As I kept 
playing, every time I lifted my fingers off the flipper button, 
they came in contact with Bill's swelling crotch. Soon, I was 
deliberately rubbing the back of my hand against the front of 
his pants. Bill was getting hot. He stared at the game vacantly 
as his cock throbbed under my touch.
   He told me that he felt kind of a tingle, but he worried 
about cumming, not just because we were in a public place, but 
because he was wearing his roommate's pants! Bill's pants were 
all in the laundry, and his roommate had loaned him these with 
the warning, "Don't spill anything on them."  Well, Bill had 
already spotted the pants with pre-cum, and I told him, "Well, 
you'll just have to have some self control and hold back." Bill 
said he would pull back from my hand before it was too late.
   Being a good pinballer, I won several replays. I continued 
to quickly rub the soft cloth covering Bill's trapped cock in 
his roommate's pants. More pre-cum spots appeared. People were 
walking by us all the while. Some teenage boys stared, wonder-
ing what was going on. Bill was having trouble looking non-
chalant. I told him, "You better not stain those pants, your 
roommate will get pissed. Hold back your cum, man." Bill didn't 
respond. "Does it tingle?" I asked. "Yeah," he muttered. "Are 
you getting close?" I asked. He nodded. I never stopped my 
stroking. Bill looked worried. I looked him straight in the eye 
(sacrificing the ball I was playing), and said, "Hold your 
cream, Bill. You better not cum here in the arcade, and you 
can't get stains on your roommate's pants!" I was rubbing his 
pants like crazy. Suddenly Bill got this surprised look on his 
face. "It's coming out now," he said. "Hold it back, stop it," 
I said, grasping his squirting cock through the soft blue 
pants. "It's too late," he cried, wincing as he felt the hot 
wetness drenching the material. He kind of doubled over, 
standing in the arcade, creaming in someone else's pants! A 
shiny, wet stain began running down his thigh. I continued to 
stoke his cock until he finally told me to stop. His roommate's 
pants were a shiny wet mess. We left the arcade, me with a 
hard-on and Bill with his jacket held over the still spreading 
wet stain. When we got home, Bill changed into some levis he 
brought with him. He displayed the stains he made on the blue 
pants, describing how wet they were. I couldn't help it. I 
started rubbing my cock in my pants and quickly creamed my 
jeans right in front of him. It made a real mess.

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