Some years ago, I put an ad in a sexually-oriented paper
that had as its title "Cream in your jeans." One of the
responses was an 18 year old boy who, fortunately, lived fairly
close by. The first time we met, we went to my house and began
talking about how he went about cumming in his pants, what kind
of shorts he wore, etc. At first, he was a little shy about
revealing all the details to a stranger, but eventually he
admitted that one of his favorite places to cum was his first
period class in school! His parents apparently afforded him no
privacy at home, and in fact had warned him about the dangers
of masturbation. One day, sitting in class with a hard-on (as
had been the case for some time, apparently) he began to swing
his leg back and forth and noticed the pleasurable sensations
that resulted. He kept it up, and before long (much to his
surprise) he ejaculated into his jockeys and levi's! Although
no one noticed the wet spot at the top of his thigh that day,
he was very self-conscious about it. The next day in class, his
hard-on returned. This time, he pointed the head of his cock
downward, almost directly between his legs, and began the leg
movements again. He creamed his pants deliberately this time,
and the stain only showed on the inside top of his thigh,
almost invisible when he stood up. Well, this had apparently
become habit, and he creamed in class 3 or 4 times a week. But
he never touched his cock-bulge because he didn't want his game
to be detected.
   As he told this story, he popped another hard-on. I pointed
it out and he became embarrassed, blushing and squirming in his
chair. (He was sitting across the room from me.) I said some-
thing like, "I'll bet you're going to cum again, right in front
of me. I'll bet you have no control at all." His leg was going,
and he said, in sort of a plaintive voice, "It just happens
sometimes." Then I started a verbal barrage, telling him that
his sperm was going to come out, and there was nothing he could
do to stop it, that he was going to get his shorts all wet (he
was wearing Jockeys). I just kept talking dirty to him as he
got more and more excited. At one point, he made a move as if
to grab his cock through his pants. I said, "You can't do that
in my living room!" He sort of whined, "But it's going to come
out!" So I said, "Well, just let it come out." And he DID! This
18 year old kid sat there, and without touching himself, began
shooting off into his shorts and pants.
I stood up and walked over in front of him, pointed to the
growing wet spot and said, "Look! You're getting your pants all
wet!" That only excited him more. When he finally finished
cumming, the wet spot on his levis was about as big around as a
can of tuna. He looked up at me and grinned, saying that was
the biggest cum of his life! The next time he came over, we
went down to the pier to play some pinball at the arcade there.
After that we walked up on the pier and stopped to admire some
of the guys on the beach. There were a few guys who had boxer
shorts hanging out of their cutoffs. I asked Rob if he had any
boxers, and he said he did. I told him he should wear them next
time and show them off like the guys on the beach. He sort of
grinned and said OK. He said he didn't usually wear them
because he got hard much easier, and it would stick out a lot
more. I pointed out that he also couldn't keep his dick
pointing down when he came in his pants. I glanced down at his
jeans, and there he was with a boner! I quickly called
attention to it. I said, "You're not supposed to walk around on
the pier with a big hard on! Someone will see it!" He squirmed.
I said, "You're not going to come again, are you?" He said, "I
don't know..." So I went into the same verbal trip that got him
off last time - telling him he couldn't hold it, and that when
he shot off, all the cream would run down his pant leg and make
a big, obvious stain, and how he could feel it trying to get
out, and here it comes (and so on...). Damned if he didn't come
in his jeans again, right on the pier! We walked home, me with
a hard-on and him with a cum stain.
   The best one was a few weeks later. He came over wearing a
T-shirt, some Dickies work pants with boxers underneath. We
decided to go to the mall. But before we left I made him tuck
his T-shirt inside his boxers and pull them up so they showed
just above the waistband of his pants. We went to the mall's
arcade, played some games, and then started walking around the
mall. I commented to him how nice his Dickies looked with his
shorts showing like that. That was all it took to start his
cock stirring. Before long, it was rock hard and, in his loose
pants and boxers, with nothing to hold it back, it was really
sticking out. I started talking dirty to him as we strolled
around, getting my comments in whenever we were out of earshot
of any of the other shoppers. His walking became erratic, and I
could see his stiff cock sliding around inside his pants like
crazy every time he took a step. Finally, out of breath, and
with several small pre-cum spots on his pants, he said we had
to stop. We were on the second floor of the mall, and we went
over to a railing. I didn't let up, telling him he had to let
it out soon, because someone might be watching. I was actually
worried about mall security! With a whimper, he dropped to a
crouch, jammed his forearm into his crotch, and came. I dropped
down too, and talked him through it, then we got up and made
our exit same as before. me with hard-on, him with a wet spot.

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