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      Chapter 2
  by Mr. Creamjeans


   Brian was horny. His cock wasn't hard, but it was extremely
sensitive - every movement caused a pleasurable twinge in his groin.
   Normally, he would have just whipped his cock out and given it a
quick jack-off.  He was in his bedroom, his folks were gone, and the
mood was certainly upon him. But his buddy Gene was due over any
minute. They had plans to go down to the local mall and cruise chicks.
   He moved to look out the window. His cock jumped in his levis.
'Damn,' he thought. 'This is gonna drive me nuts!' He looked around
his room. The cover of a girlie magazine peeked out from underneath
some dirty clothes on the floor. He picked up the magazine and took it
over to his bed.
   Laying on his stomach, he began to look at the lewd pictures. There
was one set of photos that was his favorite. His eyes lingered on the
page and his cock began to stiffen in his jeans. He shoved a hand
under his crotch to rearrange the growing bulge.
   'Well, Gene is usually late,' he thought. 'I'll just check this out
for a while.'
   Brian began to slowly grind his swollen crotch into his bed, the
way he'd done so many times before. He knew he usually didn't cum that
way (except when he had wet dreams) so he felt safe just teasing his
trapped boner.
   The word "teasing" stuck in his mind. 'Yeah, just like Bonnie does
to me...just teasing...I'm not gonna shoot off or anything...Just
tease it a little more,' he was thinking.
   By now his cock was jumping wildly behind his fly. His hips had
taken on a rhythm of their own. He was surprised when he felt a little
wetness on his shorts. He pushed his hips into the bed HARD and felt
another glob of pre-cum being ejected from the tip of his rock-hard
teen cock.
   The feeling was intense. His cock-head was now sliding on its own
juices and it began throbbing uncontrollably. Then, much to his
surprise, he was suddenly fighting to hold back his cum. That certain
tingle in his lower abdomen warned him he better stop before he made
even more of a sticky mess in his levis. He thought about taking his
dick out and squirting off into a pair of worn underpants that he kept
around just for that purpose.
   It was at that point that Gene drove up. Brian cursed the fact that
Gene chose today to be on time. He carefully got up off the bed and
looked in the mirror. His fly was sticking out like crazy, but he was
thankful that the pre-cum had not soaked through. He looked at his
face. It was bright red. His cock was still jumping and throbbing,
causing his powerful stomach muscles to contract. He lurched toward
the front door, breathing heavily, still unsure whether he was going
to be able to keep from creaming in his jeans.
   Gene was pounding on the door. Brian took a deep breath and tried
to compose himself. He opened the door, letting his buddy in. Gene
burst inside in his usual boisterous manner.   "Hey, man. What's
happenin? You ready to go?" Gene asked.
   "Yeah, just a minute," Brian grunted, walking stiffly back to his
bedroom. Gene followed.
   "Heyyyy!" Gene said the moment he saw the girlie magazine Brian had
left on the bed. "You been gettin ready for the chicks, man?"
   Brian turned around, and Gene caught sight of the unyielding bulge
in his friend's levis. "Whoa, man...what's that?" Gene taunted.
   "Nothin, man. Let's go," Brian replied, heading for the door to his
room.
   Gene had the door blocked. When Brian got within range, Gene
playfully reached down and groped the rigid lump. "Nothin, huh? What a
boner! You been beatin off again?" Gene teased, knowing full well that
they both beat off all the time.
   Brian thrust his hips backward to avoid the stimulation Gene's hand
was providing. "Cut it out, man!" he said.
   "Whatsa matter, Bri? You gonna lose control?" Gene asked as he
pursued Brian around the bedroom, grabbing the front of Brian's jeans
whenever he could.
   "Quit it, you fucker!" Brian shouted. His cock was still on fire,
and he was fighting to hold back what would be a very embarrassing
ejaculation.
   It was a game for Gene. He had no idea how close to cumming his
buddy was, he just knew it was fun to squeeze the straining ridge
running up Brian's pants. Grinning broadly, he managed to trap Brian
in a corner of the room. He pinned him against the wall with one arm,
and firmly grasped Brian's hard-on through his pants. He began rubbing
the bulge quickly.
   "No, man." Brian gasped. "Please, cut it out"
   "You're not gonna cum or anything, are you, Bri?" Gene teased,
jacking off his friends trapped boner.
   Brian felt the hot jizz working its way up his cock shaft. He
whimpered. "Yeah, it's gonna shooooot."
   Gene was taken by surprise. He hadn't intended to make Brian cum.
He backed off immediately. "Wow! Sorry, man."
   But it was too late. As Gene watched, Brian bent over, leaning
against the wall for support. His face was scrunched up as he fought
with all his might to keep from letting go. His teen cum would not be
stopped. At first, it began flowing into his underpants, a steady
stream. Gene could see the dark wet spot forming just to the left of
the top of the fly. Then Brian lurched and cried out as powerful
contractions sent heavy spurts of wet semen into his shorts and levis.
He was standing in front of his best buddy, uncontrollably cumming
inside his pants!
   Gene watched intently as the shiny wet stain became larger and
began running down Brian's pant leg. He felt badly that he forced his
friend into such a humiliating situation.
   Finally, it was over. Brian looked up at Gene, anger in his eyes.
   Gene took a few steps back. "Hey, I said I was sorry, Brian. I had
no idea you were that close."
   The anger in Brian's eyes faded. He knew he couldn't stay mad at
his handsome buddy for very long. He wiped his sweaty brow with one
hand and slowly stood up. His jeans were drenched, and the scent of
hot cum was beginning to fill the room. Brian walked over to his
closet, punching Gene's arm as he passed.
   "Well, next time I tell you to cut it out, CUT IT OUT! OK?" he said
as he picked another pair of pants to wear.
   "Yeah, sure man," Gene said contritely, rubbing his arm.
   "I really wanted to wear these levis to the mall," Brian said,
looking down at the still-spreading stain. "Shit! I wish I had more
self-control. I'll be right back." He headed toward the bathroom with
a pair of corduroy jeans and a clean pair of underpants.
   Gene reflected on the fact that normally, Brian would have dressed
right in front of him, since they were teammates on the football team
anyway. But he figured Brian was embarrassed to let him see the wet
mess in his shorts. He was right.
   Shortly, Brian returned, tossing his soiled jeans and shorts in a
corner of the room.
   "Hang tight, Gene. I'm gonna leave a note for my mom," he said.
   When Brian left the room, Gene eyed the crumpled levis on the
floor. He glanced out the bedroom door, then went over and picked them
up. They were still warm, except the large wet area, which was now
cold to the touch. He put the wet levis to his mouth, inhaling the
scent of Brian's fresh cum, feeling the cold wetness against his lips.
He didn't really know why he was doing this, but it was very exciting.
He felt his cock swelling, and put the levis back. Brian called to him
from the hallway.
   When they arrived at the mall, it was practically dead -- no cute
chicks, just housewives. They wandered aimlessly around the mall,
spent some time at the sporting goods store, and ended up checking out
the magazine rack at the bookstore.
   They looked at the sports and car magazines, then Gene picked up a
Playboy. It was a conservative store, but they did carry both Playboy
and Penthouse. After a couple of minutes, Brian glanced over at his
friend. He was sporting a big boner.
   Brian snickered, "Hey man, you think you can catch some chicks with
that?"
   Gene looked down at the obvious bulge. He thought about making some
crack about Brian losing control earlier, then thought better of it.
All he said was, "Yeah, I guess so."
   "She must be pretty hot -- you haven't turned the page in five
minutes," Brian said after a while.
   "Check it out, man!" Gene said, inviting Brian to have a look.
   Brian looked at the magazine and whistled.
   Suddenly, the store manager, an old lady who hadn't had her ticket
punched since the Eisenhower administration, came by. "Are you boys
going to be buying anything? This isn't a library you know."
   Both guys replaced the magazines they were looking at and left the
store. Gene was a little embarrassed having to walk around the mall
with a big lump in his pants. His varsity jacket wasn't long enough to
conceal it.
   "This is bullshit, man," Gene griped. "I know where we can check
out some really hot shit...real porno stuff."
   "Yeah?"
   "Yeah, I know this guy who works at Paradise Adult Books. He's
cool...he'll let us in," Gene said.
   "Let's go then!" said Brian.
   The horny teens walked into the adult bookstore like they did it
all the time.  Gene had been once before, this was Brian's first time.
The racks of hard core magazines were almost overwhelming. They both
began checking out magazine after magazine. Soon, both their pants
were straining to contain their rigid peckers.
   Brian whispered to Gene, "What's back there?" pointing to a doorway
at the back of the shop. Men were walking in and out of what appeared
to be a dark room.
   "Those are the movie booths," Gene explained. "You put a quarter in
and you get to watch a few minutes of a porno movie."
   "No shit?" Brian asked. "What are we standing out here for?"
   Both guys got some change from the guy behind the counter, and
headed back to the movie room. They were ready to go into adjacent
booths when Gene said, "Remember, man...no beating off...you gotta
save your strength."
   "Fuck you!" Brian retorted, grinning.
   They both went in and closed the doors behind them.
   Brian was excited. He'd only seen one porno before on a friend's
cable TV, but it really didn't show any of the good stuff. He put his
change in and was greeted with a blond chick getting the stuffing
fucked out of her by a hairy, muscular guy. She was moaning and
groaning and writhing, but Brian didn't seem to notice the overacting.
   Gene went into his booth with the intention of staying cool no
matter what. He wasn't going to play with himself, and he definitely
wasn't going to shoot his load. He figured he would just watch the
flick and remember it for later, when he was home alone in his bed.
His screen was showing a guy getting a blow job. Gene's cock throbbed,
and he allowed himself to press his forearm against the bulge, feeling
his stiff cock throb against the tight fabric of his blue jeans.
   Just before he put in his third quarter, Gene noticed a small hole,
just larger than a pencil, that had been carved out in the wall
between his booth and Brian's. He leaned forward and peered through.
He could clearly see that Brian was jacking off! His cock was sticking
out of the fly of his pants, and he was stroking it rhythmically.
Gene's cock lurched in his pants, and he allowed himself to rub his
forearm against his crotch some more.
   Gene forgot all about his movie -- he was fully engrossed in
watching his buddy rubbing his stiff pole. He saw Brian fishing in his
pants pocket for change with his free hand, and dropping more quarters
into the machine. It was obvious that Brian was going to take this all
the way.
   Gene pressed into his own crotch with more intensity. Because he
had promised himself he wasn't going to come, he hadn't adjusted his
cock into its most comfortable position. It was poking downward into
his shorts, and couldn't fully extend. It was almost painfully bent,
but there was no way he was going to adjust it to make it feel better.
The risk of an accident was just too great. So his cock continued to
throb violently against the restraining fabric of his shorts and
pants.
   Meanwhile, Brian was oblivious to everything but the movie and his
ready-to-shoot cock. He was imagining himself in the place of the guy
in the movie, and how great it would feel to have his cock wrapped in
hot flesh. He stroked faster, wanting to cum before he ran out of
quarters.
   Gene sensed his friend was about to shoot. He couldn't help letting
his forearm slide back and forth against the round lump of his
trapped, tortured cock. Peeping through the little hole, he watched
Brian's hand moving faster and faster. He was so involved with spying
on his buddy, he didn't even notice it when his hand replaced his
forearm, and began rhythmically squeezing his cock bulge.
   Brian's hand was a blur, and his cock was dribbling globs of pre-
cum. Gene could hear the slurping noises of Brian's hand against his
cock right through the wall.
   Suddenly, Brian shut his eyes tightly and began shooting off! Gene
watched big wads of sperm shooting into the air as his best friend
climaxed in the booth next to him. Brian moaned softly as he milked
more and more jism from his erupting hard-on.
   Then, without any warning, Gene felt a spurt of cream gush out into
his own pants! He squeezed his cock HARD, trying to stop any more of
the wet goo from escaping, but it was too late. Several more spurts
jetted out, and he could feel the hot wetness soaking through his
pants. Frantically, he began fumbling with the buttons on his levis,
wanting to get his cock out into the open before it wet his pants any
more. Several more wads of semen drenched his underpants before he was
able to extract it from his jeans. By then, it was all over. His
shorts and pants were a hopeless mess, filled with hot sticky cream.
   There was nothing in the booth with which to clean up, so Gene had
to put his cock back inside his cummy shorts. He buttoned up his
levis, and groaned when he saw the size and location of the wet spot.
There could be no doubt what he had done. He heard Brian leaving his
booth.
   'Well, there's nothing I can do about it now,' Gene thought as he
prepared to exit the booth. He opened the door, and Brian was waiting.
   Brian immediately checked out Gene's crotch, and his eyes flew wide
open. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. Some of the other
guys in the movie room turned and followed Brian's eyes to the
spreading stain on Gene's pants. Brian stifled a snicker.
   Gene felt very self-conscious. "Yeah, yeah...let's go, man." he
said, pushing past Brian and striding quickly into the store. Gene's
"friend" behind the counter smirked as the cum-stained teenager walked
past.
   Brian followed and got into Gene's car. He already knew what he was
going to say.
   "Well, I guess that just proves the old saying..." Brian started.
   "Yeah, what?" Gene said, sounding very pissed at himself for having
lost control and wet his pants in a public place.
   "What goes around, cums around."
   Brian was suppressing his laughter as he watched Gene slowly turn
and look at him. The look on Gene's face said, "I don't believe you
said that." Then, the ends of Gene's lips curled up, he sputtered, and
both boys broke out in uncontrollable laughter.

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