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      Chapter 5
  by Mr. Creamjeans


A steady, cold rain had been falling on Newton Beach for days,
and football practice was called off again.  Brian, Gene, and a
couple of other team members decided to use the time to work out
in the weight room.

"Hey, Gene," Brian called out after finishing his warm-up
exercises.  "Spot me."  Brian laid back to do some bench presses
and Gene walked around to stand above his friend's head.

Brian wasn't pressing anything close to his best weight; he
wanted to use a lighter weight with more "reps" to tone his upper
body.  Gene realized that he really didn't need a spotter, so he
just crossed his arms and watched his buddy pumping iron.  Gene
scanned his outfit -- Brian was wearing a cut-off T-shirt and
light gray sweats.  Gene could see the definition of Brian's pecs
through the shirt, and couldn't help noticing how tight the
sleeves of the T-shirt were over his biceps and triceps.  Gene
let his gaze travel down over Brian's taut stomach to the trail
of hair that led down inside the front of his sweat pants.  He
noticed the waistband of a pair of boxer shorts just peeking over
the sweats, then noticed the little tent made by Brian's cock-
bulge.  He smiled as he remembered the really big lump his friend
sported last time he wore boxers under sweat pants.

Brian noticed the smile, but had no idea what to make of it.
He was looking up, upside-down, at his blond buddy, arms folded,
standing there in his tank-top and gym shorts.  Gene's crotch was
just above Brian's face.  In fact he could see right up the legs
of his gym shorts.  Despite the shadows, he could make out the
bulge of Gene's balls and soft cock solidly encased in his jock
pouch.  Even as he continued to pump iron, he couldn't help but
recall the time Gene paraded around in the locker room, just for
Brian, with a huge tent in his jockstrap, at first laughing, then
becoming serious as they held each other through their shared
orgasms.

That stray memory had an unintended effect -- Brian's cock
began to harden.  He quickly tried to think of something else,
first concentrating on counting his reps.

'Twenty-four...twenty-five...oh shit, go down!  Twenty-six,'
he thought.  It was a losing battle.  His prick was growing with
each heartbeat.  By the time he got to thirty, the tent in his
sweats had grown tremendously.

Gene noticed it almost immediately.  He wanted to let Brian
know he knew, but without letting the other guys in the weight
room know.

"All right, dude!  You're really getting pumped up," he said
softly but enthusiastically.  It was just the kind of remark they
might make to encourage one another in their weight training, but
the true context slipped by the other guys in the room.

It did not escape Brian, though.  He was busted.  He could
feel his cock stretching to almost its full length, restrained
hardly at all by the loose boxers and stretchy sweat pants.  It
was pointing almost straight up.  He figured, correctly, that he
better get off his back or someone else would notice and wonder
what was going on.  He pushed the weights up one more time and
set them in the rack.  He sat up on the bench and turned around
to his buddy, blushing hotly.  "Your turn," he said.

As they moved to switch positions, Brian felt the back of
Gene's wrist brush firmly against his swollen dick.  Gene sat
down on the bench and turned around and looked at his teammate
with a smirk on his face.  Grinning somewhat sheepishly, Brian
flipped him the bird.

When Gene laid down, Brian got a chance to peek at the front
of his own pants.  'Holy shit,' he thought.  'It's stickin' out a
mile!' He quickly reached down and shoved his hand inside his
boxers, pulling his aching hard-on into an upright position.  The
very tip of it was being held in place by just the elastic of his
shorts.  If it got any softer it would fall down, and if it got
any harder, it would poke its head out the top.

Gene began his weight lifting, all the while watching the
front of his spotter's sweat pants.  A pun crossed his brain; 'I
wonder if my spotter's going to spot his pants?' he thought.  He
recalled how Brian spotted the sweats that Gene lent him and how
his "knotted drawstring" game gave Brian an excuse to shoot his
whole load into his best friend's sweat pants.

Now it was Gene's turn to pop a boner.  Gene wasn't too
worried about it being obvious, though, since his cock was
restrained by the elastic of his jock pouch.  He just let his
cock swell and throb and push against the fabric.

Brian's cock was finally starting to soften.  Gene's eyes
popped wide open, not from the strain of pushing the barbell, but
from the sight of Brian's semi-hard cock suddenly falling back
out into the relative freedom of his sweats.  Halfway down, it
got hung up in the fabric.  The contours of the underside of his
cock-head were clearly visible.  Brian reached down and shoved
his unruly dick down his leg.  You could still see the lump, but
it wasn't quite so obvious.

Gene's bulge, on the other hand, was getting pretty obvious.
With his feet on the floor, his crotch was thrust outward and his
gym shorts concealed little.  Of course, Brian noticed.

"You look like you might need a hand with that," he said
quietly.

"Shit!" Gene exclaimed through clenched teeth.  Embarrassed at
being caught and pissed about getting a hard-on in the first
place, he pressed the weights up a little too quickly and his
body shifted downward a little bit on the bench.  His gym shorts
rode up and his swollen jock pouch popped out the leg hole!

Brian's eyes shot open and his cock lurched when his buddy's
stretched-to-the-max jock pouch jumped into view.  He quickly
glanced around to see if his other teammates noticed.  They were
all absorbed in their own workouts.  He turned down to his friend
and said, "Hey man, maybe you better take a break."  He nodded
toward Gene's crotch with a worried look.

Gene hadn't felt what had happened.  All he really knew was
that his cock was painfully hard and desperately wanted to
stretch out.  With the weights atop his fully extended arms, he
managed to lift his head enough to catch a glimpse of his own
exposed swollen jock pouch.  He quickly placed the weights back
on the rack, sat up and adjusted his clothing.

Both of the guys at the bench press station had big hard-ons.
Brian had an idea.  "Hey man, let's go do some sit-ups."  The
mats were in a deserted corner of the weight room. Gene nodded
and they made their way across the room, Brian's free-hanging
dick wagging crazily inside his shorts.

Brian sat down and motioned to his partner to hold his ankles.
With hands behind his head, he began doing sit-ups.

"So how come you wore boxers under your sweats, man?" Gene
whispered.

"Fuck, I don't know...I got lazy, I guess."

"You know what happened last time you wore 'em."

"Yeah, yeah," Brian responded impatiently.  "I'm not going to
have an accident here, man."

"Some accident," Gene said, the smirk returning to his face.

Brian couldn't help but smile while he continued his sit-ups.
"Shut up," he said.  Just then, he felt his cock lurch and pop
out the fly of his boxers.  When he leaned back, Gene could see
the blunt tip of his cock head poking into the fabric.

"Catch you guys later!" one of the other guys called out.  He
and his workout partner were headed for the showers.  Suddenly,
Gene and Brian were alone in the weight room.

Brian sat up and dropped his hands to the mat behind him.
"Whew!  I thought for sure one of those guys would catch on," he
said.

Gene released his buddy's legs and sat dejectedly next to him
on the mat.  "Fuck man, we gotta do something about these fuckin
boners.  It's like my dick's totally out of control."

"I hear ya," Brian replied.  "But I sure didn't think I'd pop
a rod in the weight room like that."

"What made you do it?" Gene asked.

Brian blushed.  "Well...I was...you know...I was kinda
remembering how you...what you did in your jock a few weeks
ago...you know?"

Gene nodded, a slight smile crossing his lips.  "Yeah, I was
remembering...well, remember when you borrowed my sweats?"

The memory of his buddy's soft fleece against his steely hard-
on caused Brian's cock to jump and leak a small glob of pre-cum.
It soaked through immediately.

"So how are we going to get out of here and back to the locker
room with these big rods?" Brian asked.  "We can't walk through
the hall like this."

"Well, the hard-ons would be bad enough, but with wet spots,
it'll be even worse."  Gene looked into Brian's eyes, then down
to his pants.

"Aw fuck!" Brian said, looking at his own crotch.  What he
didn't know was that Gene's jock pouch was getting wet, too.

"We could beat off..." Gene suggested hesitantly.

"I don't know, man.  I'd feel pretty strange just whipping it
out here in the weight room," Brian said.  "Someone could walk
in."

Still staring at the lump in Brian's sweats, Gene asked, "Who
said anything about whipping it out?"  Then Gene did something
that surprised both boys -- he reached out and grasped Brian's
hard cock through the fleece material.

Brian gasped.  Gene stroked the bulge gently.  Brian looked
into his best friend's eyes and said, "You know I want to get off
with you, Gene.  I just don't want to get caught."

Gene pondered the problem for a moment, still stroking his
buddy's cock.  A smile crossed his face.  "Wanna wrestle?"

This was one of their favorite activities when they were
friends back in junior high.  Back then, they didn't really know
much about the sport of wrestling -- the holds, the maneuvers,
the scoring -- they did it mainly because it felt good.  They
would both get boners in their jeans but never said anything
about them to each other.

Brian smiled.  Gene took that as his cue and promptly pounced
on his buddy, nearly pinning him at once.  Brian squirmed out and
managed to loop his arm in between Gene's legs.  He groped Gene's
jock pouch.  Gene broke free and managed a quick feel of Brian's
tented crotch.

Neither boy was seriously wrestling, although if someone came
in, they'd be able to make it look convincing.  They just kept
moving into positions that allowed them to feel each other's
buns, pecs, balls and cocks.

At one point, Brian found his face just inches from his
"opponent's" crotch.  He leaned forward and clamped his lips
around the prominent bulge and blew a stream of hot, moist air
through the fabric.  Gene moaned with pleasure.

Several "holds" later, Gene was able to reciprocate.  His lips
surrounded Brian's cock head and he even licked the fabric at the
tip, tasting the saltiness of Brian's pre-cum juice, which had
now spread to cover an area about the size of a quarter.

Brian groaned loudly.  "Ohhh!  Fuck man," he gasped.  "I don't
know how much more of this I can take.  My cock is so fuckin
hard."

Gene found the taste of Brian's pre-cum intoxicating.  With
his mouth still around his buddy's cock, he freed up one hand and
grasped the shaft, milking another glob of juice out the tip.

"Aww!  Hey...hold on, man..." Brian managed to say through
clenched teeth.  "I'm gonna...mess up if you keep doin' that."

Gene had a wild, lusty look in his eyes and was breathing
almost as hard as Brian as he reluctantly let go of his cock.  He
raised himself up on his knees and looked down at his handsome,
prostrate buddy.  The tent in his sweats was throbbing wildly and
Gene could see his own moist lip prints around the tip.

Even through the noise of their breathing, both boys heard the
sound of heavy drops of liquid landing on the mat.  They looked
down together to see a white puddle forming in between Gene's
knees.  His untouched boner was creaming in his jock!  His mouth
opened but the moan caught in his throat as Gene winced in
pleasure/pain while his cock throbbed against the tight pouch.
More big globs of semen flowed out the leg hole of his gym
shorts.
  Brian quickly got up on his knees facing his buddy and reached
down to squeeze Gene's boner while he finished his climax.  The
extra pressure intensified his orgasm, causing even more sperm to
be ejected.  Finally, Gene sighed, leaned his head on Brian's
shoulder and wrapped one hand around his back.

"Man..." Brian started.  He had to clear his throat because
his voice cracked with emotion.  "You must've really had a load
saved."

Gene chuckled and removed himself from Brian's shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that.  How about you, buddy? You
must be ready for some relief."  He reached down and grabbed
Brian's still-hard cock through the sweats.

"I don't know if I want to stain these sweats, you know?"
Brian said.  "But I don't want to pull my cock out in here and
shoot all over the place."

"Well, right before you shoot, you can pull your sweats down
and cum in your boxers," Gene suggested.

"Well, my cock's not in my boxers," Brian admitted.

"Geez Brian, I guess you'll just have to hold it, huh?" Gene
taunted, stroking Brian's cock with an increasing rhythm.

"Hey, just 'cause you can't hold your jizz, man..." Brian
teased, even as his face began to show the strain of holding back
his own load.

Gene got serious.  "Hey, dude.  I just got so hot when my
mouth was around your cock...I couldn't help it.  I didn't even
know it was happening at first, you got me so turned on."

Brian looked into his eyes.  "Hey, you turn me on too, man."
He paused, trying to think of the words.  "Remember at the drive-
in...when we were...making out?"

Gene took the hint.  Still rubbing Brian's cock through his
sweats, he leaned over and kissed his teammate and best friend.
Their lips parted and their tongues swirled around each other.
Brian let out a soft moan.

Suddenly, Gene felt a hot wetness spill over his fingers.
Brian was losing his load, and right through the sweat pants.
Brian began breathing heavily through his nose as the passionate
kiss continued.  Big wads of hot cream sloshed through the
stretched fabric, running over Gene's hand and landing on the mat
right next to the spots Gene made.

After several more spurts, Brian broke the kiss and reached
down to still Gene's hand.  He was gasping for breath.

"Oh!...man...that was...the best ever!"

While Brian tried to catch his breath, Gene pondered not only
what just happened between them, but the pattern that was
developing.  After several moments, he said, haltingly,
"Bri...you think we might be...like...gay or something?"

That thought had crossed Brian's mind more than once, too.  "I
don't know, man.  I mean I don't get turned on by any other
guys...just you."  He gazed into Gene's blue eyes.

Gene returned the gaze.  "Same here, buddy.  But I think...I
think I...love you, Brian."

"I love you too, Gene," Brian replied softly.  And in an
unaccustomed moment of tenderness, with all pretense and bravado
set aside, Gene placed his hand against Brian's cheek, leaned
forward and planted a gentle kiss on his waiting lips.  It lasted
only a couple of seconds, but communicated more than all the
lustful encounters that had preceded it.

"This doesn't mean we can't still date chicks, does it?" Brian
asked earnestly.

Gene appeared to think about it for a few seconds, then a
broad smile broke out on his face.  "Fuck, no!" he exclaimed.

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