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Carlos grew up in a middle class, mostly Hispanic
neighborhood in Southern California. The houses were small but well-kept, and
the kids were dressed and groomed according to the fashions of the
neighborhood. For the guys, it was pretty simple – they wore mostly khaki
trousers and white T-shirts, sometimes with a plaid wool overshirt. In hot
weather, Dickies brand twill shorts were the uniform of the day, and some of
the older guys wore “wife beaters.”
The families didn’t want for anything, so gang activity was
almost non-existent. Carlos’s big concern was getting laid. He’d gone almost all
the way through high school and had endured dates who would get him very
aroused but would never give him any relief. They never even touched the
straining lump in his khaki pants.
There were a couple of times during make-out sessions when
he could sense that he was about to ejaculate inside his trousers, even with no
direct stimulation, and he was so afraid of that happening that he would stop
making out with the girl until the feeling subsided. One thing about the dress
code of the boys was that clothes had to be clean, pressed and presentable.
Having a wet cum stain on your crotch would be a serious embarrassment.
Like all boys, Carlos jacked off regularly, but he had just
about given up hope of having a girl take care of that for him – until he went
out with Maria. He’d known Maria for a long time, and noticed how she had
blossomed into an attractive young woman. He finally asked her out. What he
didn’t know was that Maria loved making guys cum.
In their pants.
On their first date, Carlos stole a couple cans of beer from
the refrigerator, and went to pick up Maria in the family car. They went to a
local diner, then Carlos suggested parking up along the cliff, the local
make-out point. Maria demurely agreed.
Once they were up there, they drank some of the beer and
then began making out. Carlos’s cock quickly stretched out to its full length,
pronging up under his tan khaki pants. Maria noticed that, and as they were
kissing, she reached down and used her hand to wrap his cock in the fabric of
his boxers and pants.
Carlos was startled, but that feeling soon turned to ecstasy
as she began smoothly stroking his bulge. He was surprised at how good his soft
boxer shorts felt as they slid over the overheated flesh of his boner. Maria’s
stoking speed was slowly increasing, and soon she almost matched the pace that
Carlos used when he was jacking himself off in his bed. Between the physical
stimulation and the fact that a cute chick was doing it to him, Carlos sensed
that he wouldn’t be able to hold back his cum for very long.
“Ohhh, slow down,” Carlos gasped between kisses. As good as
it felt, he knew from talking to the other guys that he really didn’t want to
ejaculate inside his cool khaki pants.
Maria paid him no heed. She wanted to feel the throbbing of
his hard cock as it ejected his sperm right into his trousers. She also knew
this would cause Carlos great embarrassment, and that turned her on a lot. Moaning,
she started kissing him intensely and sped up her stroking.
Carlos didn’t know what to do. Her stroking felt so good, he
didn’t want it to stop, but he worried about making a big cum stain on the
front of his pants. He knew it would be a big stain because he hadn’t jacked
off in a couple of days.
His balls made the decision for him. All of a sudden, a huge
bolt of cum squirted right into his boxers. It was followed by shot after shot
while Carlos groaned and panted through the biggest orgasm of his life. He
couldn’t believe how good it felt to cum into the restraining fabric of his
pants and underwear. His boxers quickly became very slippery, which added to
the intensity of the sensations. The whole experience was completely
overwhelming.
When he came down, Carlos looked into his lap. He was
horrified. The shiny wet spot was spreading like crazy, and the tan pants
really showed it off. Anyone seeing that stain would know instantly what it
meant – it could only be that this guy ejaculated inside his pants.
Maria was smiling. “Did that feel good, Carlitos?” she
asked. She used the diminutive of his name to further humiliate him, implying
that he was a young boy with no self-control.
Carlos was dealing with a sense of awe, having finally
experienced another hand causing him to cum. He was beyond caring why she did
that, so even though he could feel the humiliation Maria engendered, he managed
a wan smile and just nodded.
Cheerily, Maria moved back to her half of the bench seat and
said, “Let’s go down to the Promenade.” The Promenade was a pedestrian shopping
area in the heart of their neighborhood, and always had a lot of people milling
about.
Now Carlos was truly horrified. Walk around the Promenade
with a big cum stain on his khakis? What was she thinking?
Maria knew what Carlos was thinking. “Oh don’t worry about
the spot. Nobody’s gonna notice. And besides, it’ll probably be dry by the time
we get there,” she said.
Feeling the thick mass of semen that was laying in his
crotch, Carlos doubted his pants would dry any time soon. In fact, he worried
about just standing up, thinking all that slimy goo would run down his leg!
Maria persisted. “Pleeeease?” she implored. This was part of
her fetish. She loved seeing these cool, masculine guys walking around with the
completely embarrassing stains she caused on the front of their pants.
Carlos just sighed and started the car. He wasn’t in any
state of mind to deny this girl, the first one to give him an orgasm, whatever
she wanted. As they approached the Promenade, the wet splotch on his trousers
had only grown. “Really, Maria, can we do this some other time?” he asked as he
pulled into a parking space.
Maria wasted no time jumping out of the car. “Oh, come on!
It’ll be fun!”
Carlos awkwardly got out of the car. The mass of wetness had
mostly soaked into his boxers; that was something, anyway. But he was about to
be seen in public with totally un-cool wet stains on his khakis!
It was about an hour before the shops would close, so
thankfully the Promenade wasn’t particularly busy. But many of the people there
were teen couples strolling around after their dates. If someone he knew saw
his predicament, Carlos’s humiliation would be complete.
As they started walking around, Carlos saw a few of the guys
and girls looking at his messy trousers. Most just looked away quickly. Some of
the guys smirked, amused by his predicament. Carlos spotted one guy who had his
arm around a hot chick. He had an obvious erection in his khakis. He looked
down at Carlos’s cum stain and broke out in a huge grin.
Then Maria put the next part of her plan into action. “You
know what?” she said. “I think those guys are going to be jealous. Your
date rubbed your cock and made you cum. Ohh, and it felt so good, Carlos. You
have a really big cock, and I could feel it throbbing when you started shooting
off in your pants. And you came so much, too! Such a man! Someday I want to
feel that big cock inside me, you know what I mean?”
Carlos couldn’t believe it, but he was getting another
hard-on listening to Maria talking dirty like that in public. In a few moments,
the front of his pants was not only wet, it was bulging obscenely where his
erect cock strained once more against the fabric. There could not be a more
embarrassing situation for a cool guy to be in. If a guy is walking around with
a boner, that’s bad enough, but if his pants are also stained with cum, then
everyone will know that this guy has no control over his cock.
Maria was now staring at her date’s pants. She loved seeing
his reaction and knowing how humiliating this was for him. She also knew that
the longer she stared at his pants, the more people would follow her stare to
further embarrass poor Carlos.
Carlos felt like every eye was on his stained, bulging
pants. It was embarrassing, but somehow his embarrassing sexual display was
turning him on. If anything, his cock was getting even harder.
They approached three guys standing in a group. Carlos didn’t
know them, but he recognized them from school. They were all in pressed trousers
and perfect white T-shirts. One of them saw Maria’s gaze and followed it over.
When he saw Carlos’s pants, he got the other guys to look, too. They all
started laughing and calling out things like “¡Ai, maricón!” “What a dude!”
“Get some self-control, man!”
This made Carlos’s cock throb, but he really didn’t want to
continue. “Can we go back now?” he asked.
Maria got what she came for. The memory of this hot guy
being so embarrassed in public would help her tremendously when she was
fingering her pussy later in bed. “OK, let’s go,” she said as she turned around
and headed back to the car. “And don’t worry about those guys. I went out with
that guy Roberto, and he came in his pants even before I could touch it!”
That made Carlos feel a little better. When they pulled up
in front of Maria’s house, Carlos asked quietly, “You wanna go out again?”
Maria was taken aback for a moment. Usually, the guys she
did that to never wanted to see her again. But not only was this guy
good-looking and cool, but he wanted to do it again. “Sure! Call me,” she said.
Then she kissed him and got out of the car.
Carlos drove around for a while with the car’s heater vents
pointed at his crotch. By the time he got home, the wet spot had mostly faded.
He dashed into the house and headed straight for his bedroom. His mom called
out, “Did you have a good time?” “Yeah,” he replied as he closed his bedroom
door.
He pulled off his khakis. While the wetness was mostly gone,
he could see obvious tracks around the outside of the cum stain. He checked out
his boxers. They were still really wet. He pulled them off and used the dry
area on the other side to mop up some of the cum on his skin. Wearing only his
T-shirt and socks, he flopped down on his bed.
He started thinking about the events of that night, and
almost immediately, his cock was fully hard again. He wrapped his hand around
it and began stroking. It felt pretty good but there was something missing.
Then it dawned on him. He went over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of
boxers – the smoothest, softest ones he had. He pulled them on over his wagging
boner. Then he pulled on his stained khaki pants and zipped them up. He sat in
his desk chair and wrapped the two layers of fabric around his cock, just as
Maria had done earlier.
He began to stroke, and it felt amazing. He remembered how
he struggled to hold his cum, and how Maria jacked him even more intensely
after he asked her to slow down. He muttered to himself, “No, I can’t squirt in
my cool khaki trousers. I gotta hold back. Cool guys don’t cum in their pants.”
He remembered the guys at the Promenade teasing him about having no
self-control, then Maria saying that one of them creamed his pants without her
even touching it. “Cool guys have self-control. They don’t shoot off inside
their boxers,” he admonished himself while he relentlessly rubbed his bulge.
He knew he was getting close. “No, I can’t mess up my
khakis! Don’t cum! It’ll make a mess in my pants!” he murmured, knowing full
well that he was about to do just that. “She’s gonna make me do it! I can’t
hold it!”
And with that, Carlos began firing the second load of the
night, right into his best boxers and khaki pants. The cream began soaking
through almost immediately, almost in the exact center of the earlier cum
stain. Carlos’s hand was more familiar with the best way to milk more semen
from his cock than Maria’s was, so his second ejaculation of the night was
nearly as big as the first. The new wet spot almost reached the tracks of the
previous one.
Carlos was finally drained. He once again flopped onto his bed still wearing his cum-stained clothes. He laughed quietly in the afterglow of this new way to orgasm. He knew he’d be doing more of it.