Holiday Weekend at the Academy

Devon Williams was feeling naughty. He had been hanging out in his dorm room wearing only a t-shirt and his gym shorts, playing games on his computer. There was nothing so odd about that, except that this time, he wasn't wearing the tight briefs that usually held his oversized equipment in check -- "freeballing", he heard guys calling it. And he was about to go out into the hallways like that.

It was a holiday weekend. Most of the boys at the Ansonia Academy had gone home to be with their families, and there was only a skeleton crew of faculty to supervise the ones who stayed behind. Many of the boys were outside playing sports, but that didn't really interest Devon. And since his roommate was away, too, he decided to take advantage of having the room all to himself.

But he had a sudden urge for a snack from the vending machines downstairs, and he was about to leave his room with only the thin material of his gym shorts covering his long, thick cock. He had never done such a thing before. He didn't think he'd get a boner -- he had already jacked off once that morning thinking about his sexy geography teacher, Mr. Hoener. But the thought crossed his mind, 'What if it gets hard?' He giggled at the thought of the obvious tent his big hard-on would make in his flimsy gym shorts and what the other guys would say if they saw it.

So Devon left his room and went down the stairs. So far, so good. There was no one else in sight, and the breeze on his balls actually felt pretty good. He got some potato chips and a drink from the machines and headed back. Going up the stairs was a bit different, though. When he lifted his leg, it pressed into the sensitive head of his cock. After two flights of stairs, it was starting to cause a reaction!

Now, as he walked down the long hallway, the sausage between his legs began swinging, his shorts sliding against his cock. It began to grow and thicken, making an obvious ridge down the front of his shorts. Devon was glad he was alone.

What he failed to notice as he approached his room was that Steve Francelli, the class bully, was lurking in the hallway. When he heard Devon approaching, he kind of ducked into an entryway and peered around the corner to watch the frequent object of his derision. There was no mistaking what he saw -- Devon was walking around with a huge bulge in his gym shorts! But Steve, whose own cock was definitely on the small side, could not have known that Devon was really only semi-hard. Steve had only seen him with one or two pairs of briefs under his trousers holding down his large cock. (He wore two when he knew he was going to cream in his pants in class.) Even fully hard, there's no way Steve's little boner could make a bulge like that. 'The little queer's walking around with a boner,' Steve thought.

Devon was relieved to have reached his room before anyone saw him. It was quite naughty to be walking around like that, and he thought that was kind of fun. He might have to try it again some time. He settled down in front of the computer and opened his bag of chips. 

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Devon was so startled that he didn't even think about his still-swollen cock when he opened the door to see his tormentor staring at his shorts.

"So what's up, Devon?" Steve asked pointedly, never taking his eyes off Devon's bulge.

Devon had become a little less intimidated by Steve ever since he saw him jacking off in his pants over Coach Wagner's lecture on "Masculine Self Control" and then getting caught and paddled.  So he did his best to stand up straight, he looked Steve in the eye and demanded, "What do you want?"

Steve was unfazed. He pushed his way into Devon's room saying, "Hey, don't sweat it. I just want to see how you were doing with everybody away for the weekend." He spotted the computer screen. "That's a pretty cool game, isn't it?"

"Yeah..." Devon replied cautiously, still unsure what Steve was doing there.

"You wanna see something really cool on the computer?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, I guess," Devon replied.

Steve had a plan: He wanted to get Devon so aroused that he would cream in his shorts so Steve could laugh and make fun of him. He sat down and opened up the web browser. "There's this senior who set up his laptop as a server," Steve said excitedly as he began typing in a numerical IP address. "And he put all this really hot porn up there so guys here could see it without it being blocked by the school's system. It's not always on line, but... Aw cool, there it is!"

On the screen appeared a big graphic that read "Ansonia Sux." The "x" was crossed bones over the seal of the Ansonia Academy. There were no apparent links and certainly no porn.

"So what's that about?" Devon asked.

"You have to know where to click," Steve said. "Right in the center of the 'x'." When he clicked there, the screen changed to an animated GIF file of a couple fucking with a bunch of links below. The links were things like "Blow Jobs", "Fucking", "Lesbo", "Hand Jobs" and about half a dozen more.

"Whoa..." was all Devon could say. Because of the restricted nature of the school's web connection, he had never seen anything like this.

"Let's check out blow jobs," Steve said, tugging at the front of his corduroy jeans to rearrange his already-stiffening cock.

Steve scrolled through photo after photo of naked women with their mouths around huge cocks. Devon was amazed. He never imagined that there were other guys with cocks as big as his. Even Mr. Hoener's cock (the only other cock he ever felt), a healthy 7-incher, was smaller than his. Devon suddenly didn't feel like such a freak.

Steve knew every picture up there by heart. "Check this one out. You can totally tell the guy's about to shoot off in her mouth!"

Sure enough, the expression on the handsome man's face was one of impending orgasm. And his cock was the largest of all the pictures so far. Devon studied the veins and shaft and the large balls that hung below. His own cock was stiffening fast. He glanced at Steve.

Steve was playing with himself through his pants! He wasn't jacking his cock or anything, he was just kind of teasing his cock head with his fingertips. Now Devon's cock swelled into complete rigidity. It poked skyward under the soft fabric of his gym shorts, making a massive tent -- a tent totally unrestrained by the briefs he usually wore.

Now it was Steve's turn to glance over at Devon. His eyes flew open when he took in the sight of Devon's incredible erection.

"Holy shit! What a boner!" he shouted. He glanced up to the boy's face and saw Devon's automatic reaction to being seen with a hard-on, shame and embarrassment. Steve laughed loudly. This was what he lived for. "Damn, dude! You're sticking out like a mile!" he said. His hand was getting busier in his lap, tugging and squeezing his stiffie through his jeans and boxers.

Devon retorted, "Well, you've got a boner, too!"

"Yeah, I guess I do. That's what happens to guys when they look at this stuff," Steve said. "But I've never seen a guy with a boner bulge that big, man! Hey, stand up. I wanna see how much that sticks out."

Devon had no idea what Steve was up to. The only think he could think to say was, "I will if you will."

"Sure, man," Steve said. They both stood up. Steve's boner was poking out, making a small, sharp bump next to the fly of his cord jeans, and as Devon watched, he quickly yanked it up behind the fly. When Devon saw the puffiness of his fly, he suddenly realized that he'd seen Steve with boners dozens of times, but the bulge was so small, he never figured it out before.

Devon's bulge, though, was completely impossible to hide. The fabric of his gym shorts draped over his pole in the most embarrassing way possible. Steve just couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Damn, Devon! Did you start wearing boxer shorts or something? I mean, I know you wear those tighty-whities all the time, but I've never seen you sticking out like that!"

"Um... I'm not wearing any underpants."

"No shit? Little Devon, freeballing?" Steve laughed. He stared at the pretty, skinny boy in front of him, wearing just a white t-shirt and loose shorts, looking really uncomfortable with his hard-on sticking out obscenely. What he did next surprised even him.

"I gotta check this out," he said, and he reached over and wrapped his hand around Devon's cloth-covered dick.

Devon was so stunned that he didn't even jump back when Steve did that. Now, for only the second time in his life, he was feeling another person's hand on his most private part. Steve squeezed it and moved his hand back and forth a little.  The feeling was a little rough, especially compared with the way Mr. Hoener lovingly stroked him, but it was still incredibly arousing. His cock throbbed in response.

"Hey, you must like that, you little queer," Steve sneered. He began stroking Devon's cock through the gym shorts. "If I keep this up, are you gonna cream your shorts like you do every day in Mr. Boner's class?" Even though he wasn't touching his own boner, Steve was getting incredibly aroused at this. His cock was jumping like crazy, sliding against the fabric of his smooth boxer shorts.

Devon didn't like being called "queer", partly because he didn't know what it really meant. He just knew that the boys called each other that when one of them wanted to humiliate another. The only response he could come up with was to reach out and grab Steve's bulging pants.

"I don't know, man. Are you gonna cream in your pants like you did in Coach Wagner's class?"

"Hey, I was thinking about a chick, man," Steve said angrily. This was the lie he told himself and his buddies in the aftermath of that humiliating day.

Steve made no move to take Devon's hand off his pants. This was actually a first for Steve. Devon was being much more sensitive in the way he handled Steve's trapped cock. He put his fingertips and thumb on either side of the bulge and gently stroked it up and down. Devon couldn't believe how a cock that was so hard could be so small. But he could still feel the excited throbs, and knew Steve was actually enjoying this.

What Devon didn't know was that Steve hadn't cum for several days. Just before the weekend, he wasn't feeling well, and by the time he was better, classes were out and just about everybody left, so he couldn't bully and tease the other guys, taking away the usual inspiration for his jack-off sessions. Now his balls were moments away from releasing their sperm, but he wasn't about to admit that to himself, so he did nothing to stop Devon's rubbing.

"I bet I can make you mess up your gym shorts," Steve said as he speeded up his stroking. Devon winced because his classmate was being so rough on his cock. It was still a turn-on, but Devon wished he'd be a little more careful.

Steve's boner, on the other hand, was pulsing rhythmically, ready to eject several days' worth of cream right into his boxers and pants.  When Steve first figured out how to jack himself off, he would stop moving his hand when the semen began to rise. This resulted in the cream just leaking out instead of squirting in jets. As time went on, he became adept at adding just enough stimulation to prolong his emissions -- still dribbling, but in ever larger quantities and ever longer duration. This became his preferred way to empty his balls. Sometimes though, when he got really aroused, he'd experience contractions that caused the semen to come out in pulsing globs, like when he watched Mr. Hoener ejaculate spontaneously in front of the whole class. These orgasms didn't seem to last as long, so he tried not to do that.

Now, with his hand on Devon's huge boner, and his own release imminent, Steve began thinking the kind of humiliating thoughts that always caused his cum to flow: 'Little queer's walking around freeballing, showing off his boner. I bet he can't hold his cum. He's gonna get his shorts all wet. What a little fag.'

And with that Steve began having a seminal emission in his pants. Globs of cum dribbled into his boxers. If he had been in his own bed rubbing his cock through his boxers, Steve would have collected the slippery mess and smeared it all over his shorts, and gently coaxed more goo from his cock. But this was Devon's hand making him release his sperm. When Devon felt the hot wetness soaking through the corduroy material, he began jacking Steve's cock more vigorously. This caused Steve to experience the intense orgasmic contractions he tried not to have.

"AW!" he cried out as he doubled over from the unfamiliar sensation. Devon kept his hand on Steve's pants, jacking his cock to milk out every drop of his cum. Steve used his free hand to cling to a nearby chair as shot after huge shot of cream filled his boxers and pants. His other hand was clamped on to Devon's rigid pole. He wasn't jacking it, but Devon didn't need it. He began cumming in his shorts.

"Oh! Oh! I'm cummmmming!" Devon whimpered. His cream instantly began filtering right through his gym shorts, dripping on the floor and smearing all over Steve's hand. It wasn't as much as it would have been if he hadn't jacked off earlier, but Devon's balls were prolific cum factories, so the messy slime went everywhere.

Steve was looking forward to teasing and gloating over Devon as he lost control in his shorts, but he was too wrapped up in the intense ejaculation he was experiencing. More cream than ever was spurting into his shorts, and the wet spot that started around his fly began to spread quickly down the front of his pants. You could even see where his boxer shorts ended -- the cum that ran down the inside of his underwear was flowing out the bottom and creating another large wet stain at the top on his thigh that started with a well-defined, straight-across line where the bottom hem of his boxers was. Feeling Devon’s hot cum on his hand only intensified his orgasm.

Finally, both boys came down from their orgasms. Devon was relishing the afterglow, but Steve was in a panic. He looked down at his horribly stained corduroy jeans and just freaked out. "Oh shit! Look at my pants! They're all wet!"

Devon smirked at the larger boy but didn't say anything. Then Steve got angry. "You little queer!" he shouted. "Look what you made me do!" And with that, he shoved Devon back onto his bed and headed for the door. When he got there he spun around and said, menacingly, "If you tell anyone about this, I'll break you in two." A moment later, he was gone.

Devon had trouble sleeping that night, worried about the trouble Steve might cause for him. In the end, though, he figured that Steve wouldn't want to risk having the truth come out, and would probably keep his mouth shut.

The next day, Devon put the same gym shorts on, although this time he put on a pair of briefs first. There was a pretty obvious stiff patch on the front of them, but he wasn't planning to go anywhere, so he really didn't care.

He was about to start playing computer games again, but then he thought about the senior boy's porn site. He opened the browser and looked at the history. There is was: http://192.168.1.69 . He opened the link and clicked on the "x". He scanned the categories again and saw, toward the end of the list, "J/O". He clicked it. Here were pictures of young men with their hard cocks in their hands. Devon's own cock sprang to life. He scrolled through the pictures with his right hand on the mouse and his left hand busy in his lap.

A knock on the door sent shockwaves through him. In a panic, he clicked the back arrow several times and then called out, "Who is it?"

"It's Tom. I gotta talk to you, Devon."

Tom was Steve's buddy and roommate. Together they had teased and taunted Mr. Hoener into his embarrassing classroom ejaculation. Devon didn't really want to talk to him, but there was something in his voice that told him he should. He opened the door.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Devon asked suspiciously.

Tom had an uncharacteristic look of worry on his face. "Can I come in?" he asked.

"Sure."

"Fuck," Tom began. "I don't really know how to say this. I think Steve's just gone bat-shit crazy. He's running around telling anyone who will listen that... well, that you tried to jack him off yesterday."

Devon was stunned. "What?! He's the one who grabbed me!" Suddenly, he realized he'd just let the cat out of the bag, and it would certainly get back to Steve. "Oh, shit," he said dejectedly as he plunked down on the bed.

"Hey man, don't worry about it," Tom said. "Steve's been getting weirder and weirder lately, and I'm kinda getting tired of his shit. So tell me what happened."

Devon related the whole story to Tom, who sat quietly and just listened. "And then he threatened to beat me up if I told anyone," Devon added.

"I totally believe you, Devon," Tom said. "We gotta do something about Steve."

"But what?"

"I'm gonna have to think about it for a while. Hey, is that the site Steve brought up on your computer?" Tom asked, pointing to the "Ansonia Sux" screen.

"Yeah."

"Can we check it out?"

"I guess." Devon brought his roommate's desk chair over and both boys sat in front of the screen. Devon clicked on the "x".

"Wow, look at that!" Tom exclaimed as he looked over all the choices. "Let's look at fucking!"

Devon clicked on the link and moved the mouse over to Tom. "Here, you can be in charge of it."

Tom started scrolling through the images, stopping at some, zipping by others. Soon, his free hand was busy in his lap. Devon was getting hard as a rock watching him.

"You know, I always thought how cool it was that you had the guts to jack yourself off in your pants in class," Tom said, kind of out-of-the-blue. "I mean, Steve would make fun of you, but every guy gets boners in class, and you actually did something about it. Now we all get to cream off if we need to."

"Yeah, I guess," Devon replied.

"No, really man!" Tom said, taking his eyes off the screen for the first time and looking straight at Devon. "And you know what? I don't really mind doing in my pants. I mean, it's better than holding back and it feels pretty good to cream my boxers. Fuck what Coach Wagner says!"

Once again, Devon was stunned. Here was one of the bad boys from the back of the classroom admitting he liked creaming in his pants.

Tom lowered his gaze and took in the sight of Devon's gym shorts. There was a pretty good-sized bulge, but what caught Tom's eye was the obvious cum stain on the front. "Hey, are those the same shorts you came in yesterday?"

"Um... yeah."

Tom laughed a little, but it wasn't a derisive laugh. "That's quite a stain," he said. "Can I feel it?" Devon's head was spinning. These tough guys were just fascinated by his crotch! Devon nodded. Tom reached down and kind of rolled the stained fabric through his fingers. "Oh man, that's really stiff!" he said, once again laughing good-naturedly. "Damn! Is that your boner?" Tom asked as his fingers brushed against Devon's cock.

"Uh huh."

"You got a pretty big one, huh? Steve's got the smallest pecker I've ever seen, but I guess you know about that."

Now it was Devon's turn to laugh. "Yeah, when I saw him try to hide his boner by pulling it up behind his fly, I figured out that he walks around with a boner a lot, but it's so small nobody can tell." Both boys laughed.

"And you know what?" Tom said. "He's constantly jacking off in his boxers. He's got some pretty cool boxer shorts, but they're all totally cum stained."

"Wow."

"Damn, this porno shit makes me want to cum," Tom said, returning his attention to the screen. "You wanna get off, too?" Tom's hand was already stroking his clothed cock, which pointed off to the left and slightly up.

"Sure, why not?" Devon replied. He began to rearrange his cock inside his briefs to a more comfortable position.

"It must be kind of uncomfortable to do that inside those tight briefs you wear," Tom said. "You should try boxers."

"But my briefs hold my cock down when it gets hard."

"Well, maybe you should pull your cock out of the briefs when you want to jack off in your pants," Tom suggested.

Devon reached down inside his gym shorts and spent quite some time working his cock out of the fly of his briefs. Now he once again showed the tent that Steve couldn't keep his hands off of.

Tom whistled. "Shit man, you could be a porn star with that boner!"

Devon just giggled and wrapped his cock up in the fabric of his shorts, accentuating how large it was. Tom returned his gaze to the screen, and decided to switch to the "Blow Jobs" section. Devon recognized the images from yesterday. Tom began rubbing his pants in earnest. Devon started sliding his gym shorts against his cock. Even with the stiff spot, he was able to get a much nicer sensation with his own hand than he got from Steve's rough handling.

Within just a couple of minutes, both boys were ready to release their sperm -- Tom into his school uniform trousers and Devon into his stained gym shorts.

Still staring at the screen, Tom said, "Let me know when you're gonna cum. I want to watch you do it. I never get to see that when we're in class."

Devon looked down at Tom's pants and saw a small wet spot forming. That was enough to push him over the edge. "I'm gonna do it!" he called out.

Tom kept stroking his cock through his pants as he turned and looked down into Devon's crotch. Two seconds later, he saw the first shot of cream ooze through the fabric, right in the middle of yesterday's stain. "Awesome," Tom murmured.

Devon's whole body was wracked with orgasmic contractions as his load squirted and squirted right through his shorts. The cum ran down over his hand and caused a new slippery sensation that made him convulse even more.

Tom began whispering his own fantasy themes as he raced toward a climax of his own. "Devon's going for it again... Right in his pants... Right in front of Mr. Hoener... Creaming in class... We're all cumming in class... Jizzing our pants."

Devon was really surprised to hear Tom going on that way, but it was an incredible turn-on which prolonged an already intense climax.

Then Tom let go. "AW!" he shouted. His hand was a blur as he jacked his load of boy cream right into his trousers. His boxers got saturated with the first couple of shots, then his cum started soaking his pants. Sloshing wet noises came from his lap as he pumped more and more cum, all the while staring at the mess that Devon had made in his gym shorts. The outside of Tom's pants took on a white, slimy wetness as he stroked his cock to completion.

As the boys came down from their orgasms, Devon felt a little twinge of anxiety. Would Tom react angrily like Steve did yesterday? The last thing he needed was two of the toughest guys in class making his life miserable.

He needn't have worried. Tom got the biggest shit-eating grin on his face and said, "That was really cool. I think I'm gonna start sitting next to you in class from now on!"

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