--==<( THE TOUGH GUY )>==--
     by Mr. Creamjeans


  Mike's dick had been hard practically all day, and he was
starting to worry. He had read somewhere that guys his age
often got "spontaneous erections," and that really wasn't
what he was worried about. It was the pressure that was
building in his balls.
  It started with the bus ride to school that morning.
Mike sat in the back of the bus, and the vibration of the
engine gave him his second boner of the day. (The first was
the one he had when he woke up.) He tried to keep from
getting hard, but there was no stopping his prick once it
began to swell inside his briefs. Mike managed to reach
down and tug his stiffening cock into an upright position
before it got completely hard. But for a guy his age, Mike
had a really large cock, and anyone who glanced down at his
crotch would see the fly of his jeans straining to contain
his teenage meat.
  When the bus arrived, he held his books over his crotch
as he got off the bus. And for the rest of the day, whenever
he stood up, his books were an indispensable shield --
except when Mrs. McDurmott asked him come to the chalkboard.
Tentatively, he shuffled to the front of the room, trying in
vain to will his cock soft. He solved the math problem
quickly, and when he turned around, Mike's unruly, throbbing
cock bulge became the center of attention. Everyone in the
class could hear it when somebody in the back row loudly
whispered, "Look at that BONER!" Mike immediately looked
down and saw what the whole class was now giggling about.
It looked like he had stuffed two pairs of gym socks down
the front of his pants. Hastily, he made his way back to
his seat while the teacher tried to restore order.
  Now, sitting in his fourth-period class, things were
getting urgent down there. He knew that when he "got a
boner real bad" (as a friend once described it to him), that
he really should jack off to relieve the pressure. He had
been trying to control the urge all day, but it wasn't
working -- and next period was gym class!
  He reached down and tugged at his crotch. It was partly
to rearrange his cock, and partly to feel if it was as hard
as he thought it was. Not only was it stiff, but it
throbbed powerfully when it felt the pressure of Mike's
grip. He almost sighed with pleasure right in class.
Pleasure turned to alarm when he felt a blob of pre-cum work
its way up his cock shaft and out into his briefs. Now he
knew he had to do something -- his cock wasn't going to go
down until he released some jizz.
  But the question was, how could he get to the boy's room
in his present state? His desk was positioned so he'd have
to walk in front of the whole class, and he couldn't very
well take his books to the john. But he wasn't about to be
humiliated twice in one day. It seemed the only solution
was to let his cum out right there in class. Mike had never
done that before, but as soon as he thought of it, his cock
gave a lusty throb. It was the only way.
  `But what about the stain?' he thought. He reasoned that
the stain would be no harder to hide than the bulge, and his
shorts would probably dry some during P.E. Would he be able
to keep from breathing heavy when he shot off? Mike
remembered the time he squirted in his briefs when he and
his buddies were looking at girlie magazines together. He
was proud that he was able to ejaculate inside his pants,
and no one knew a thing.
  The memory of that orgasm caused Mike's cock to jump
again. He knew it wouldn't take much to relieve the
pressure. He figured he'd just let a little out, just so
his cock would go down. He reached down and "adjusted"
himself again, this time paying special attention to the
sensitive underside of his cock. Another drip of pre-cum
wet his shorts.
  The teacher rambled on about some obscure war in medieval
Europe, while Mike was working his way up to a climax. He
was deliberately causing his boner to jump now, and with
just about every jump, more and more juice soaked into the
cotton. The pressure was tremendous, and he was sure he
wouldn't have to touch his cock again. But he couldn't help
himself. He squirmed in his chair, sitting up a little
straighter, and scratched his cock through the denim.
  That did it. As his hot cum worked its way up the shaft,
he told himself to just let a little out. He sat gripping
his desk, staring blankly at the blackboard, and started
having an emission in his pants, wetting his briefs and
jeans with semen.
  At first it just dribbled out. He could feel the hot
slippery stuff filling his shorts. It felt great, just like
when he came in front of his buddies that day.
  Now it was flowing freely from his trapped hard-on,
drenching his tight briefs. `That's enough,' he thought,
and contracted the muscles that he thought would stem the
flow. A huge glob squirted into his pants with such force,
that Mike could actually hear the sloshing noise. It was
followed by more wet squirts, and he could feel his cock
being coated with semen, the juice spreading itself around
inside his underpants. He cleared his throat to keep
himself from groaning and tried sitting up even straighter.
His tight jeans applied more pressure to his balls, and his
now-slippery cock slid against his smooth belly -- even more
cum spurted out. His balls were uncontrollably emptying
themselves inside his jeans.
  Finally, it was over. Mike was sweaty from the
experience, and his shorts and pants were drenched. He
glanced down to assess the damage. It was hopeless. His
faded Levi's showed a huge patch of dark blue where his cum
was soaking through. Just then, the bell rang.
  Now it was time to go to gym. Mike held his books
tightly in front of him, and walked quickly to the boy's
locker room. He got there before most of his classmates and
stripped out of his clothes in record time. His cock was
still semi-hard and coated with sperm when he stuffed it
into his jock pouch.
  When the P.E. period was over, Mike came back to the
locker room and showered. He pulled his briefs out of his
locker and was dismayed to find that they hadn't dried at
all -- the humidity of the locker room left them as wet as
before. He pulled them up. They were cold and clammy and
the wet stain was very obvious. Quickly, he grabbed his
shirt and put it on. Only then did he notice the wet spot
on his shirt tail. So he grabbed his jeans and yanked them
up. But unfortunately, they were worst of all, showing a
large, dark area the way only faded Levi's can.
  All this did not get past Mike's neighbor in the locker
room, Larry. Larry had noticed Mike looking down at the
front of his sperm-soaked briefs. He then saw the spot on
the shirt tail, and couldn't miss seeing the wet jeans. He
knew what Mike had done -- he had done it himself quite a
few times -- and he smiled to himself.
  Larry waited until he and Mike were leaving the locker
room to say anything to Mike. "Hey Mike," he called after
him. "Wait up. I wanna ask you something."
  Mike was kind of surprised. Larry had never said more
than a few words to him in the past. Larry was a tough kid,
kind of a bully, who hung around with a different circle of
friends than Mike. He slowed his walk to let Larry catch
up.
  "So which class did you beat off in?" Larry asked. "Old
man Kennedy's?"
  Mike was aghast. "Huh?" was all he could manage to say.
  "Well, you musta creamed your jeans," Larry said kind of
matter-of-factly. "When did you do it?" Larry was smirking.
  `Oh shit,' Mike thought. `Now he's gonna tell everybody
at school.' He decided to try and bluff his way out.
  "No way..." he said. But his voice trailed off, and he
couldn't think of anything else to say. He didn't sound
convincing, even to himself.
  "Don't bullshit me, man! I saw the fuckin' stains in the
locker room," Larry said. He peeked in behind Mike's
notebook. "Your jeans are all wet."
  Mike knew he was caught. "Ok man, just don't tell
anybody. All right?"
  "Hey, no sweat," Larry said. "I was just wondering which
class you did it in." Seeing Mike's reticence, he added, "I
was gonna fuckin' squirt off in sixth period, myself."
  Mike looked straight at him in shocked disbelief. Larry?
Cool, tough-guy Larry jacks off in his pants?
  "Hey, I do it all the time," Larry explained. "School's
so fuckin' boring -- there's nothin' better to do. But it's
easier to get away with in some classes than others, so I
was just wondering, like, which class you did it in."
  Mike wasn't sure he believed Larry, but decided to
confide in him. "Well, I did it last period in Mr. Meyers'
class."
  "Oh yeah, I had him last year. He's pretty easy. But,
hey man, you shouldn't jack off like that just before gym.
Like, the wet spot doesn't have time to dry."
  Mike could barely believe what he was hearing. Then he
realized that both of them had the same sixth period class.
They entered the room together. Mike noticed that he had a
pretty good view of Larry's desk from his own seat.
  Class began, and the teacher assured total boredom by
announcing that he was going to spend the period diagraming
sentences. Mike glanced over at Larry who was slouched in
his seat, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of his
loose corduroy jeans. He didn't seem to be doing anything,
so Mike returned his attention to the teacher.
  He began wondering if Larry had just been leading him on
to get him to admit to jacking off in class. The thought
made his pulse race and his face turn red. He looked over
at Larry again.
  This time, he detected some movement under the desk.
Larry's forearm muscles were twitching, and the fly of his
pants was puffed out and moving ever so slightly. He was
definitely playing with himself discreetly through his
pocket.
  Mike smiled and looked back at the front of the room. He
was picturing Larry at the moment of ejaculation, gripping
his pants-covered cock and unleashing big wads of cum.
Impossibly, his own prick started hardening again.
  Mike was more than a little uncomfortable sitting in
class with a boner pressing against his wet shorts. But he
couldn't stop thinking that this intimidating, tough kid was
masturbating just a few feet away from him. He had always
thought that jacking off was just a little uncool, and that
guys who had lots of girlfriends didn't have to do it. He'd
seen Larry hanging out with several of the more "loose-
looking" girls on campus, and just figured he got off with
them.
  He looked back over at Larry. His face was getting red,
and the action of his forearm and the wiggling of his pants
were more noticeable. Mike figured he'd be cumming pretty
soon. Suddenly, Larry turned and looked straight over at
him. It was an intense look that stunned Mike for a moment.
Then Larry managed a strained smile and suddenly removed his
hands from his pockets and sat up stiffly in his chair.
With his gaze fixed on Mike, he pointed to his crotch under
the desk.
  Mike could clearly see the outline of his stiff prick
jutting straight out from his crotch, making a tent of his
pants. He glanced at Larry's face and saw him close his
eyes. He looked back down just in time to see the first
wetness appear at the tip of the bulge. Larry was
definitely cumming in his pants.
  Mike quickly glanced at the teacher. He was oblivious of
the excitement going on in his classroom. Mike once again
looked under Larry's desk and saw the wet spot spreading and
running down the tent formed by his hard-on. He even
thought he could see some whiteness at the tip where the
milky sperm had oozed through the fabric. Larry was
obviously trying to control his breathing, gripping his seat
and staring glassy-eyed at Mike's puffed fly.
  Finally, he relaxed. He slumped a little at his desk and
glanced down at his sperm-soaked crotch. The white stuff
had indeed come through. He reached down and shoved his
softening cock down his pant leg, smearing the shiny juice
around in the process. He looked back over at Mike and
flashed him a shit-eating grin. Mike could do nothing but
return the grin.
  Larry shifted his glance between Mike's face and the
bulge in his pants. He began signalling Mike with his eyes,
then using his hand under his desk. It took a minute, but
Mike realized Larry was urging him to start jacking off.
  "Go on," Larry mouthed. "Do it."
  Mike grinned a mischievous smile, checked to see what the
teacher was doing, then dropped one arm into his crotch.
His wrist made contact with the damp bulge, and he pressed
into it. He rolled his wrist against his trapped hard-on.
He wondered if he would be able to cum again. He was
certainly turned on from watching Larry.
  Now it was Larry's turn to play voyeur. It was really
exciting to have Mike watch him shoot off in class, now he
would do the watching. He had never seen another guy jack
off in class the way he did.
  Mike surreptitiously rubbed his boner under his desk.
His Levi's were too tight for pocket pool, so he had to risk
doing it out in the open. He wanted to shoot another load,
even though his briefs and pants weren't dry from the last
one. His cock was fully hard and he could feel the cum
building up in his nuts. But it was a slow torture. His
style was cramped by having to keep his classroom
masturbation a secret.
  Just when he thought he was getting close, and just when
Larry, who was watching Mike's face intently, thought he
would see Mike shoot, the bell rang. Both boys left sixth
period English class with their books held in front of them.
  "Aww, man!" Mike groaned. "I was so close."
  "Yeah, I could tell. I thought for sure Sherry was going
to see what you were doing," Larry said, referring to the
girl who sat on the other side of Mike. "C'mon, let's go
this way."
  Mike shrugged and followed Larry behind the science
building. There, he was led behind some bushes. The ground
was littered with cigarette butts -- this was where Larry's
friends came to smoke.
  "Put your books down," Larry said, with an intimidating
tone in his voice. Larry took on his tough-guy attitude
that dared Mike to disobey. This was the Larry that Mike
was always a little scared of. He dropped his books.
  Larry stepped over to him and pressed him back against
the wall. He placed his left forearm against Mike's chest,
pinning him. With his right hand, he reached down and began
stroking the bulge in Mike's pants.
  His face was only inches from Mike's. He said, "We gotta
finish what you started, you know?"
  Mike's cock had started softening, but after just a
couple of strokes, it was full hard again. He couldn't
believe Larry was going to jack him off.
  "Feel how wet my pants are," Larry said, almost like an
order.
  Mike reached over and touched the dark patch on the front
of his pants. After a moment's exploration, he discovered
that Larry was hard again, his teenage cock pushing to get
out. He grabbed the bulge and squeezed. Larry gave a deep
groan and then did something Mike wasn't expecting. He
kissed him.
  Larry held Mike firmly against the wall as he forced his
tongue between Mike's lips. Larry's passion increased and
he rubbed harder and faster against Mike's cock.
  Mike was totally confused -- so much so that he put up no
resistance to Larry's actions. It all felt so good, and
there was nothing he could do about it anyway.
  Larry broke the kiss. "Come on, man. Shoot that load,"
he coaxed. "Cream in your jeans for me." The rubbing
became frantic. "Yeah, you know you can't hold it. Cum in
your pants, man."
  Mike clutched Larry's cock-bulge. When he remembered to,
he stroked it up and down. But the pleasure was so intense
from Larry's hand job that Mike had trouble concentrating on
anything else. He was very close.
  "Yeah, squirt it, man. Do it."
  "It's gonna do it," Mike gasped. "Oh! Yeah!"
  Still jacking him off, Larry stepped up and pressed his
groin into Mike's hip. Because Larry's cock was going off to
one side, Mike could still grab on to the bulbous head
poking against his corduroys. Larry kissed Mike again,
humping his crotch against him.
  "Mmmm! Mmmmph!" Mike grunted. His second load of the
day began squirting into his underwear.
  A moment later, Larry felt the hot wetness soaking
through the denim as the boy under him continued helplessly
cumming inside his pants.
  That ignited Larry's climax. More hot juice flooded his
pants, joining his previous load. Mike felt the warm stuff
seeping through and knew that he was cumming too. Larry
broke the kiss and both boys stood in the bushes, groaning
and panting through their orgasms the way they couldn't in
the classroom.
  Larry's orgasm lasted a little longer that Mike's.  He
kept hunching his crotch against Mike for several more
seconds. At last, he backed away. His pants were a cum-
soaked mess.
  Mike took a deep breath and rubbed his chest. It had
been difficult to breathe while Larry had his chest pinned
to the wall. He watched Larry inspecting his own cum
stains.
  "Shit! I better walk home slow so this stuff has a chance
to dry," Larry said. "Otherwise my mom's gonna ask
questions."
  Mike didn't say anything. He was seeing a side of the
bully he never expected to see.
  Assuming the role once more, Larry said in a threatening
tone, "You fuckin' better not tell anybody about this, man."
  Mike smiled a little. "Don't worry. I won't."
  Larry smiled a little, too, and made his way out of the
bushes, carrying his books in front of him.

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