Carlos’s Discovery, Part 4

Excitement in the Department Store

Carlos needed to buy some new white T-shirts – some of his were getting stretched out and dingy looking, not what a cool vato should be wearing – so he went to the department store in the Promenade downtown.

As he approached the men’s furnishings department, he spotted his new friend Roberto. Roberto had just picked out some new boxer shorts and was heading for the cashier. Carlos couldn’t help noticing that his friend had a huge boner poking out into the loose fabric of his tan khakis. 

Roberto was trying to minimize the bulge by keeping his hand in his pocket, but that didn’t help much. He’d become very aroused looking at all the patterned boxer shorts, so much so that he ended up grabbing the package that made his cock jump the most and hurrying out of the underwear aisle. He just wanted to get out of the store before he had an accident. When he spotted Carlos walking toward him, he thought about what Carlos had suggested once – that he would verbally humiliate him for having an un-cool erection in his khakis in public, and keep it up until he lost control and creamed his boxers. His cock jumped again at the thought.

Carlos had the same thought when he first saw Roberto, but decided to play it cool for a while. “Hey, Roberto,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Um, not much. Just buying some new boxers.”

“Hey, that’s a really cool pattern,” Carlos said, looking down at both the boxers and Roberto’s jumping hard-on. “I got some just like ‘em.”

“Yeah, I saw Pedro wearing this pattern, too. I really like these,” Roberto said.

“You know, on my first date with Maria, those were the boxers she made me shoot off in,” Carlos said. “And I wore ‘em again another time when she jacked me off through my khakis.” He could see Roberto’s cock throb in response. He figured now was the time he’d make Roberto’s fantasy come true.

“Hey man, you’re walking around with a big lump in your khakis. Did you get hard from looking at boxers?” Carlos asked in a slightly menacing tone. He was channeling Pedro, who’d given him a bad time about his own boner and wet spot a couple of weeks ago. “That’s not cool man. If you’re gonna wear your khakis, you gotta keep it cool.”

Roberto’s eyes widened. Was Carlos going to embarrass him into shooting off in his pants? Now? Here? In the department store? His heart began racing and his cock throbbed wildly in his loose boxers and pants. He replied in a plaintive voice, “I’m trying to be cool. I got on a cool T-shirt and my khaki pants, and I’m buying cool boxers.”

“The same boxers I shot off in?” Carlos taunted. “Does it turn you on that Maria made me squirt my cum in those patterns?

“Man, everybody can see your verga jumping in your pants. You better not shoot off or anything,” he continued. Carlos’s own verga was growing steadily, slowly pushing out the front of his trousers, but he kept his focus on Roberto’s raging boner and imminent ejaculation. In a conspiratorial whisper, he said, “Those boxers you’re buying are reeeal smooooth, man. They feel really nice against your cock. They felt so good when I wore them on my date, that when Maria started rubbing my pants there was no way I could hold back. I bet they’ll give you a big hard-on the first time you put them on. You’re not gonna be able to wear those in public, man.”

Roberto was now breathing heavily and looking really desperate. His cock was bone hard and he could feel a little pre-cum inside his boxers. He glanced around to see if any other shoppers were nearby. None were in earshot, but he knew if his balls released all their sperm into his pants, the stain would be really big and really obvious, and he’d have to walk through the store and the Promenade with an embarrassing wet spot.

Carlos wasn’t about to let up. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna lose control and shoot your load here in the store, man. That’d be so fuckin’ un-cool man. Cool vatos can control their cocks. Hold back, man,” he said, knowing full well that Roberto had a real problem with premature ejaculation.

“I’m gonna hold it,” Roberto said unconvincingly. “I gotta go buy these boxers and I don’t wanna have a wet spot at the cashier.”

“You better hold it, man,” Carlos said, still using his menacing voice. “You don’t want the other guys to see you with a wet spot on your khakis. Just wait ‘til you get home, man. That’s what I do. You know, after Maria made me shoot off twice in those shorts, I could kinda see a stain on them where I came, you know? So now I just wear those to jack off in.”

Roberto’s eyes widened. “No way.”

“Yeah. I put those on, I put on some khakis, and wrap all that smooth fabric around my cock. It only takes a few strokes before I start shooting my cum into them. They feel sooo nice, and I end up making a huge cum spot on my pants.”

That drove Roberto over the edge. He looked down at the packaged boxers, then whimpered as his untouched cock began firing big, streaming spurts of hot cum inside his boxers and khaki pants. It only took a second for the wetness to soak through the outside of his pants.

“Fuck, man!” Carlos exclaimed quietly. “You’re fuckin’ doing it in your pants! In public! Be cool, man. Hold your cum!”

“Can’t…” Roberto gasped as masses of slippery white goo filled his boxers and bubbled through the front of his cool khaki pants. “Mmfff!”

Carlos chuckled quietly, partly at Roberto’s spreading dilemma, and partly at the satisfaction of making him do it just by talking to him. Roberto heard this, which he interpreted as laughing at his embarrassing lack of control. This only fueled his orgasm.

“¡Ai, maricón!” Carlos said, using the same epithet that Roberto’s friends used on him. He watched as the shiny, wet stain spread down his pants and a smaller stream of white semen flowed out in the middle of the stain where his cock poked into the fabric.

Finally, Roberto finished ejaculating his boxers. He got a big, stupid grin on his face, and when Carlos saw that, he broke out laughing. Roberto started laughing, too.

Then Roberto got serious. “I wanna buy these boxers now, but I won’t be able to hide this spot!” he said, looking down at the mess on the front of his cool khakis.

Carlos then offered to go through the checkout line while Roberto stood behind some clothing racks. After that, Roberto had the bag as a shield, so he could choose who got to see his humiliating (and exciting) accident.