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      Chapter 4
  by Mr. Creamjeans


   Gene was having second thoughts about the outfit he had chosen to
wear to school that day. He had worn a T-shirt that had the bottom cut
off so that it showed a few inches of his tight, washboard stomach,
and a pair of sweat pants. He had never worn sweats to class before --
usually he wore tham only in the gym or when he was working out on the
weekends.
   It wasn't so much the sweats that caused him to be concerned, it
was what he chose to wear under them. Usually when he wore sweats, he
had a jockstrap on underneath. The jock kept his cock and balls
securely packed. This worked great for two things: working out and
getting a hard on.
   Every now and then, as with most teenage guys, Gene's cock would
stiffen for no particular reason. With a jock on, it just made a sort
of a mound that wasn't too noticeable under loose sweat pants. But
Gene wasn't thinking about that when he got dressed that morning.
   Gene wore Levi's to school just about every day -- it was almost a
uniform -- and he usually wore boxer shorts underneath. He still got
hard-ons, but the jeans were fairly tight and restrained his unruly
cock somewhat. This morning, however, he didn't have a clean pair of
jeans to wear. He had some dressier slacks, but didn't feel like
wearing them. He already had his boxers on and, on impulse, pulled out
a pair of sweat pants and slipped them on.
   He tied the drawstring and looked at himself in the mirror. His
cock was dangling loosely, and made no bulge at all. He noticed that
the waistband of his boxers showed a little above the sweats. Looking
in the mirror, he pulled the shorts up so they showed an even amount
all the way around. Then he thought it would be cool to show off this
"look." So he grabbed the shortened T-shirt and pulled it on.
   Gene's athletic good looks made it possible for him to look good
wearing just about anything. He had a unique combination straight,
shiny blond hair with deep-set eyes and a square jaw. As a well-known
member of the varsity football team, he defined "cool" at Harbor High.
While he didn't remember anyone else wearing this particular outfit to
school, he really didn't have to give it a second thought -- this was
how he was going to school today.
   Now he was sitting in his first period class and beginning to
regret that hasty decision. His cock was starting to stir. It started
with an unconscious swinging of his leg. By the time he realized that
his cock was beginning to enjoy it, it was too late. He was definately
popping a boner.
   Gene always thought the slight upward curve of his erection was
hot. He'd never gotten to show it to a girl, but often fantasized
about their reaction to it. Right now, however, that upward thrust
spelled trouble. As his dick grew, it was sliding upwards,
unrestrained by either a jock or tight Levi's. He carefully glanced
down at his crotch just in time to see his cock lurch violently,
causing the front of his sweats to jump. It just kept growing.
   Gene adjusted his posture, pushing back in his seat and leaning on
the desk. This, he thought, would help hide it until it went down. It
did help shield the bulge from prying eyes, but it also had another
effect. As his cock slid on his boxers, it jumped into full rigidity
and popped through the fly of his shorts.
   Instantly, he felt the fabric of his boxers sliding down the shaft,
and the soft, fleecy fabric of his sweat pants eveloping his jerking
tool. He froze. He was certain there was a horribly obvious tent in
his pants, but had no idea what to do next. He reached down non-
chalantly and tried a quick manuever that he hoped would leave his
bone-hard dick pointing up to his waistband. It didn't work. The
fabric of his sweats clung to his cock. The little bit that his cock
did slide against them felt real good. It got even harder.
   His only hope now was that it would go down before class was over.
He looked at the clock -- only two minutes to go.
   'Go down!' he thought. 'Be cool.'
   Of course, teenage cocks rarely listen to their owners. And, true
to form, his cock was still hard as a rock when the bell rang. He
stood up and immediately regretted his choice of T-shirts. A longer
one could have concealed his problem a little, but this one was
useless.
   Now he had a choice. He could try to adjust the bulge, he could
hold his books over his lap like an uncool freshman kid with a stiffy,
or brazenly walk around with the bulge, hoping no one (or at least no
one he knew) would see. Being a macho member of the varsity football
team meant there was no way he could hold his books in front of him,
and his cock seemed too hard to be moved into a different position. So
he settled on a partial concealment -- by holding his books on one
side, only half the other kids could see anything.
   Walking down the hall toward his locker was torture. His outfit was
designed to show off his boxer shorts. They stood out very well
against the red sweats and his tanned stomach -- almost guaranteed to
attract attention. From his waistband, it was a short glance to where
the blunt end of his cock was poking out in front of him by almost
eight inches. He knew it was sticking straight out, but it was un-cool
to look down at it to see how bad it was. Even so, he was sure he saw
several students staring at his tented sweatpants. He just walked
faster toward his locker.
   But what was worse was that with every step, his sensitive cock
head was bouncing against his notebook. This kept his dick stimulated
and fully hard. He was so preoccupied with his condition, he didn't
see his best friend, Brian, approaching.
   "Hey, Gene! Cool outfit," Brian called out. "I've never had the
guts to... HOLY SHIT!" Brian saw Gene's raging boner and was stopped
in mid-sentence.
   "Yeah, yeah," Gene said impatiently. "Hey buddy, stand over here
while I get my books, OK?"
   Brian immediately moved to shield his friend from view while Gene
dialed his locker combination.
   "Hey man, what I was about to say was that I've never had the guts
to wear boxers under sweats in public...and that's why," Brain said,
staring at Gene's stretched-out sweatpants.
   "Yeah, well, I didn't think about it this morning when I got
dressed. Shit! I wish this thing would go down."
   "Jeez," Brian said, still carefully examining his buddy's cock-
bulge, "did it pop out of your boxers or what?"
   "Yeah."
   The sweats feel pretty good don't they?" Brian smirked.
   "Yeah, how'd you know?" Gene asked.
   Brian blushed. "Well, I...uh...I, like, you know, jacked off in em
before."
   Gene's cock throbbed when he heard his buddy's confession, but all
he said was, "Oh, yeah?"
   "Yeah, I tried wearing sweats with nothin' on underneath, and my
cock got hard pretty quick. I was kind of teasing it... you know, not
rubbing it up and down real fast or anything, but just kind of sliding
my cock around..."
   Unnoticed by both boys, a small drop of moisture appeared at the
tip of Gene's hard-on.
   "...and it felt pretty good. I figured I'd just tease it for a
little while, but not shoot off or anything. Well, pretty soon, it
felt like it was getting close, so I took my hand away. But it still
felt like I might cum, so I started to take it out. But the damn
drawstring got a knot in it!"
   "Yeah, then what'd you do?" Gene asked, his face flush with
excitement, the wet spot on his sweats growing larger.
   "Well, all the pulling and stuff I was doing to get the drawstring
loose made the sweats slide on my cock, and boom! There it went. I
started shooting all over the inside of my sweats."
   Then Brian glanced down at his friend's crotch. "Hey, man. You
better get to the head. You're starting to make a mess."
   Heedless of his macho facade, Gene looked down at his crotch. No
one could mistake that for anything but a sticking-straight-out,
dripping-hot boner.
   "Fuck!" Gene exclaimed. "Hey Bri, will you walk on that side of
me?" he asked, closing his locker.
   "Sure, man."
   The teammates headed off toward the boys' room which,
unfortuantely, was at the other end of the building.
   Gene's cock was wagging in front of him, the sensitive head sliding
against the fabric. The hall was now filled with a crush of students,
and Gene's hard-on brushed repeatedly against other students and his
books. Each contact caused his prick to throb, and brought the
possibility of an orgasm that much closer. One particularly tight
squeeze against a girl's backside made Gene look down to see who the
girl was and whether she noticed the intimate contact.
   It was Cathy Stimson, one of the cheerleaders. Gene had lusted
after Cathy for a long time and more than once had used her as a jack-
off fantasy. His favorite fantasy was coming up behind her at a
football game, him in his football uniform, she in her cheerleader's
outfit, and poking his dick into her from behind. She looked back over
her shoulder and he looked down just in time to see his cock sliding
across her pert little butt then snapping once again to attention. It
was so close to his fantasy, it almost did him.
   "Hey man, I don't think I'm gonna make it," Gene whispered urgently
to his friend.
   Brian looked down. The wet pre-cum spot was already obvious. If
Gene lost his load everyone would see. Thinking quickly, he pulled
Gene into a small side hall that was the entrance to the janitor's
storeroom. Once again shielding him from view, Brian told him, "Quick!
Get it inside your boxers. At least they'll absorb some of it."
   Gene dropped his books and began a futile attempt to manipulate his
boxers through the outside of his sweats. A blob of white stuff
bubbled through the material. He was losing his load inside his sweat
pants.
   "Hurry, man!"
   With a grunt, Gene shoved his hand down inside his boxers. But try
as he might, his boxers weren't loose enough to fit over the end of
his erupting cock. Hot streams of jizz began shooting all over the
inside of his sweats. He stuck his other hand down in between the
sweats and boxers and tried to catch the sperm. But there was so much
of his teenage load that it dripped out of his hand, landing on his
boxers and dripping down his leg.
   Finally, it was over. The front of his sweat pants were soaked with
cream. You could still see the shiny whiteness where his sperm shot
right through the fleece fabric. There were also some smaller wet
spots down one leg. Gene wiped his hand on his boxers before pulling
it out.
   His cock softened rapidly, but now there was no choice -- he had to
carry his books in front of him. The boys emerged from the hallway.
Brian had a larger-than-normal bulge in his jeans from watching his
buddy cream.
   "I'm cuttin' out," Gene said. He was embarrassed and humiliated.
   "Yeah, OK," Brian said, uncomfortably. "See ya."
   Gene made a beeline for the exit.
   The next day at school, Brian saw Gene only once. He was leaning
against a wall and talking to Cathy Stimson! Brian couldn't quite make
out if Gene  had another hard-on, but it wouldn't have surprised him -
- he knew about Gene's crush on Cathy.
   The following day was a Saturday, which Gene and Brian usually
spent together either working out or working on Brian's sports car.
Brian drove over to Gene's house, and was greeted at the door by his
mother.
   "Gene's in the shower," she said. "You can go on up and wait if you
want."
   Brian thanked her and went up to Gene's bedroom. As with most
teenage guys, Gene wasn't big on being tidy. His clothes and underwear
were strewn around the room. Brian spotted the red sweats he wore on
Thursday in pile of clothes in the corner.
   He reached down and picked them up. The dry stain on the front of
them was stiff to the touch. Brian felt a little stirring of his cock
as he remembered watching his buddy make that stain.
   Brian dropped the sweats and walked over to the bed. Slipping his
hand under the mattress, he went right to the spot where Gene always
kept his latest girlie magazine. He sat on the bed and began flipping
through the magazine, stopping only to admire the photos that caught
his eye. It didn't take much before his cock started to swell.
   By the time Gene came into the room with a towel around his waist,
Brian's cock was straining against his jeans. It made a pretty obvious
lump.
   "Hey man, don't get too turned on," Gene said, closing the door 
behind him.
   "Not like some people we know," Brian retorted.
   "Eat shit and die, man," Gene shot back jokingly.
   "Guess you won't be wearing your sweats today, huh?" Brian asked as
he watched Gene drop the towel and pull on a pair of boxers.
   "I could wear 'em if I wanted," Gene said.
   "Yeah, right."
   "You don't believe me?" Gene asked. "OK, just for that..."
   Gene went over to the pile of clothes, grabbed the stained sweats
and pulled them on. Brian pointed at Gene's crotch and pretended to
guffaw.
   "No big deal, man," Gene said, looking down at his crotch. "You can
hardly see it. Just 'cause you don't have the guts to wear 'em like
this..."
   "Oh, yeah?" Brian said. "You got an extra pair of sweats?"
   "Yeah, I do." Gene quickly rummaged through a drawer and pulled out
an old, faded pair of blue sweats. He threw them at Brian. "Put 'em
on, dude."
   Brian suddenly realized that accepting Gene's challenge at that
particular moment might not have been a good idea. His cock was still
hard from the girlie magazine. But with Gene standing over him,
waiting for him to do something, it was too late to think about that.
   He reached down and untied his shoes, all the while trying to will
his cock soft. The shoes fell, his erection didn't. He decided to stay
seated and just lifted his butt to slide his jeans off. His cock, now
in the relative freedom of his boxers, exapnded even more.
   He started to pull the sweats on, and realized he'd have to stand
up to get them all the way on. As he yanked them up, the elastic
waistband caught the underside of his protruding cock and pulled it
upwards inside his shorts. Once the sweats were on, Brian quickly
reached inside them, ostensibly to pull his bunched-up boxers down,
but also to try to rearrange his boner. This did not have the desired
effect. His cock popped out of his shorts, just as Gene's had two days
earlier.
   The difference was, somebody was watching every second of this.
Gene had a satisifed smirk on his face as he watched Brian struggle to
get his cock under control.
   After a few seconds, Brian gave up trying to get his fully erect
penis back inside his shorts. "Aw, shit!" he said, pulling his hand
out of the pants. There was nothing to do but let his buddy gawk at
the embarrassing tent in his pants.
   Gene's smirk widened. "Having some trouble there?"
   Brian tied the drawstring and sat down. "Yeah, yeah. Well, at least
I'm not off dry-humping girls in the hallway at school."
   "Hey, don't knock it!" Gene replied. "Did I tell you about me and
Cathy Stimson?"
   "No, what happened?" Brian asked, eager to change the subject.
   "Well, you know she felt my hard on the other day..."
   "Yeah."
   "...and I guess it turned her on!" Gene said as he sat on the bed
next to Brian. "I've been trying to get to her for months, but I've
been going at it all wrong... you know, being nice and polite and all
that shit. Turns out she's just horny and wants hot cock!"
   "Wow," Brian breathed.
   "She sucked me off yesterday afternoon after school," Gene said
proudly.
   Brian's cock throbbed. "No shit?"
   "No shit. She came up to me in the hall yesterday and asked if I'd
like to come over to her house later. I said yes, but I really didn't
think anything would happen with her folks there and everything. But
it turns out her folks both work and we had the place to ourselves!"
   "Oh, man!" Brian exclaimed. He surreptitously rubbed his cock shaft
with his forearm through Gene's sweat pants.
   "We get in there and she starts rubbing her body all over me,
talking about how my hard cock made her hot. She's rubbing her pussy
against the front of my jeans and getting me real hot. We went over to
the couch and she just laid down and let me lay on top of her."
   This talk was getting both boys aroused. Brian already had a hard-
on, and now it was twitching wildly inside the faded blue sweats.
Gene's cock was growing quickly, sliding upwards and causing a lump in
the front of his already-stained red sweat pants.
   Gene continued, "We were making out and I was dry-humping her just
like I always did with Denise. I was thinking, 'Hey, I'd be happy just
getting off like this.' I mean, with Cathy...she's so hot."
   "Yeah..." Brian said, his voice cracking. He was aching to reach
down and give his cock a good squeeze. Gene's story was really getting
to him.
   "Well, all of a sudden, she starts squirming like she wants me off
her. I'm thinking, 'Another cock tease.' Right? But then she reaches
for my fly and starts opening my pants! Fuck! I thought I'd shoot off
right there!"
   Brian suddenly felt a drop of pre-cum work its way up the shaft and
out the tip of his swollen cock. He was staining his buddy's sweat
pants! He knew that with his cock poking directly into the fabric, it
had to show through almost instantly, but he dared not look down at it
for fear of Gene noticing.
   "So I sat back on the couch, she hauls out my tool, and puts her
mouth right over it!" Gene said. The memory of how good that felt
caused Gene's cock to throb and realease its own drop of clear fluid.
   "Awww, man," Brian moaned.
   "She starts movin' her lips up and down the shaft, then she puts
her hand next to her lips and really starts pumping me," Gene said.
"Oh man, up and down real fast and I knew I wasn't gonna be able to
hold back very long. Well, I kinda moaned and she pulled her mouth
off. She kept up the hand action, though, and started telling me how
much my cock turned her on. It was too much, Bri. I started shooting
off like crazy. Big wads of cream shootin' all over my T-shirt and my
pants."
   "Fuck..." Brian breathed. It was like he could feel everything Gene
described, and his cock was hot as it could get.
   "You know what, though?" Gene said. "I think I like dry-humping
better."
   Brian looked at him quizically.
   "It lasts longer, and when I cum, it doesn't go all over the place.
I mean, my boxers get wet, but so what? It still feels good," Gene
explained.
   "Yeah, I guess," Brian said.
   Then Gene glanced down into Brian's crotch. The stretchy fabric was
still tented and there was a sizeable blob of clear fluid clinging to
the tip of the bulge. There were several seconds of silence.
   "Hey buddy," Gene said quietly. "You're gettin' stains on my only
pair of clean sweats."
   "I'm sorry, man. There's nothin' I could do about it," Brian
apologized. "Maybe I should take them off." He stood up and reached
for the drawstring.
   Gene stood up too. His hard cock, still somehwat restrained by his
boxers, looped up the front of his sweats, making a long ridge right
next to the dried cum stain.
   "Fuck!" Brian cursed. "It happened again...the fuckin drawstring's
got a knot in it."
   "Here, let me see," Gene said, moving over to his friend. He
reached down to work on the drawstring. A shot of electricity went
through both boys when the poking, blunt end of Brian's cock made
contact with the mound made by the underside of Gene's hard-on. Some
of Brian's pre-cum juice was smeared onto Gene's sweat pants.
   Gene looked down and saw another drop of clear fluid seep through
the pants Brian was wearing.
   "Hey, man. Are you going to have an accident in my sweats?" he
asked.
   "I'm trying not to," Brain said. "Maybe I should go into the
bathroom."
   "And walk around my house like that? No way," Gene said. "Here, lie
down on the bed."
   Brian seemed puzzled but he complied.
   Gene promptly laid down on top of him, careful not to hurt his
bone-hard prick. Gene began to rub his crotch gently but rhythmically
against Brian's.
   "Ohhhh! That feels good, man," Brian moaned. "But you better not
keep it up for long, you know?"
   "You gonna cream my sweats?" Gene asked, his breathing becoming
erratic.
   Brian just grunted.
   "Do it. Shoot that load," Gene coaxed. He let his full weight fall
on his best friend and began humping his crotch in an ever-increasing
tempo.
   Now it was raw sensuality that overtook the two young men. Brian
got into the act, returning Gene's thrusts, and moaning as his leaking
cock rubbed against the fleece fabric. Brian was both surprised and
aroused by what Gene did next.
   Still humping his buddy, Gene began saying out loud things that
he'd only thought about, and then only with tremendous feelings of
guilt.
   "Oh Bri, you're such a hot dude. I dig seeing you with a fucking
rod. And now you're wearing my sweats and you're gonna shoot your hot
load in 'em. Awww, that's so fuckin' hot!" Gene's soaring passion was
the only thing that made it possible for him to say these things.
   Brain found himself confessing, too. He put his arms around Gene
and whispered, "You turn me on too, man. I get so hot when I see you
shoot off. Are you gonna cum?" His boiling load was ready to shoot.
   "Yeah man, I'm gonna cream right in my boxers...fucking get em all
wet with sperm."
   "Oh, yeah," Brian gasped. "Oh! Ohhh! You're gonna make me cummm!"
   "Yeah, do it," Gene breathed. "Cum...cum in those pants."
   "Unh! Oh, yeesssss!" Brian groaned as his hot teen load started
squirting into his buddy's pants. Big wads of semen shot out between
the sweats and Brian's boxers, drenching both.
   Seconds later, it was Gene's turn. With only a grunt, he began
spurting his seed into his boxers. The hot wetness soaked quickly
through to his red sweat pants, adding a second cum stain to the
front.
   The two young athletes moaned and writhed for several more seconds
as they each drained their balls into their clothes. Each one shot so
much cum that it was soaking through to the other's pants. As they
started to slow down, you could hear the wads of cream sloshing inside
their pants.
   After several seconds of silence, Gene rolled off Brian and sighed
contentedly. He revealed a white, shiny mess covering both boys'
crotches. Brian stood up and once again began working on the knotted
drawstring. To Gene's surprise, it came undone almost instantly.
   "Hey, I thought that had a knot in it!"
   Brian grinned. "Well, it felt like one."

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