--==<( Magic Cream Dream )>==-- By Mr. Creamjeans Jack felt different when he woke up that morning. His cock was bone-hard inside his boxer shorts. That wasn't so unusual. But the remnants of a dream were filtering through to his consciousness. The dream featured most of his past girlfriends. It was still fuzzy, but he remembered all of them rubbing his cock through his pants and making comments about his hard-on. There was a mystical, ethereal quality to the dream that he had never experienced. It was the other-worldly and profoundly sexual feelings that he continued to feel the strongest. Shaking his head to dispel the images, he got out of bed. As he moved, his boner slid against the soft cotton of his boxers. The sensations were almost overwhelming and certainly not normal. The little brush of fabric felt as good as anything he'd ever experienced, including the few blow jobs he'd received and the one time he got to actually "dip his wick" in a girl. He walked slowly to the bathroom, feeling the head of his dick rub against his boxers as it wagged out it front of him. With his cock still completely hard, he managed to squeeze out some pee, but not really empty his bladder. When he went to tuck his prick back inside his boxers, the brief contact of his hand and the rubbing against his shorts gave him the same overwhelming feeling of intense pleasure. Now he walked carefully back to his bedroom, feeling almost as though he was about to cum spontaneously in his underwear. Jack did not believe in masturbating. He was perpetually trying to save himself for a girl. But now he was considering it. As he sat on the edge of the bed, the loose fabric of his shorts enveloped his boner. He looked down at it. His prick jumped. The fabric moved over his ultra-sensitive cock head, causing another jump. And another. The pace of the contractions quickened. Suddenly, Jack realized that he was about to ejaculate in his boxers. He watched in amazement, as if he were detached from his own cock and balls, while his untouched dick throbbed two more times and began spewing a heavy load of cream right into his underpants! Jack was so astonished, it didn't even occur to him to take his cock out or even rub it up and down to finish off the orgasm. He just watched as, after several spurts, his cock began wilting under the cum-soaked fabric. 'Damn, that was weird,' he thought. He removed his wet shorts, grabbed some Kleenex and cleaned himself up. He put on clean pair of boxers and went back to the bathroom to finish what he could only start earlier. At breakfast, Jack began remembering a few more bits and pieces of his dream. He remembered the image of Karen, a girl he went out to a dance with last semester. After the real dance, they sat in his dad's car making out. Jack was not particularly considerate of the girls he went out with. He viewed them as objects for his gratification. All he did was kiss her roughly and knead her tits through her top. After about ten minutes, he just spontaneously creamed in his jeans. He had one arm behind his date and the other hand on her tit. As he sat there, staring at her chest, he just went, "Ohhh, yeahhh," and then closed his eyes as his balls just drained themselves in his lap. Karen could see the wet spot spreading on the front of his pants, and was pretty disgusted by the whole thing. But in the dream, he didn't lose control. Karen was gently rubbing the front of his jeans for him, telling him what a wonderful prick he had, and urging him to hold back and make it last. The memory caused Jack's cock to begin hardening again. He gulped down the rest of his breakfast and made a beeline out of the kitchen so his mom wouldn't notice the straining lump in the front of his loose jeans. It was jutting down his left thigh, which would normally make walking rather painful. But strangely, the extra pressure and friction was very pleasurable. Jack didn't have time to think about it, though. He had to catch the school bus. He grabbed his books (holding them carefully to conceal his boner), and bolted out the door. Walking to the bus stop was getting Jack's cock very aroused, to say the least. He tried in vain to will it soft, to ignore the wild sensations every step was causing. Every time he swung his left leg forward, his thigh would rub against the sensitive underside of his boner. Then, when the leg moved back, his jeans and boxers would rub over the head. He thought about rearranging his hard-on, but was afraid to touch it, since just walking seemed to have brought it to the edge of another orgasm. With about 200 feet to go to the bus stop, Jack lost control and his balls once again began firing their load into his boxers. Some of the hot, milky semen soaked immediately through the layers of fabric to make a wet stain at the tip of his cock bulge. The rest started dripping down his leg. Now within sight of his classmates, Jack struggled to walk semi- normally as wad after wad of cream spurted uncontrollably inside his pants. His prick was mostly soft by the time he got to the bus stop, but he still held his books tightly in front of his crotch, now trying to hide an embarrassing wet stain. He didn't realize that a trail of wetness ran down to his knee. A couple of girls at the far side of the group, one of whom Jack had dated, were staring and giggling at the sight. Jack overheard Julie, his former date say, "He's always wetting his jeans like that." He was totally embarrassed that two girls saw his cum stain and that Julie was telling another girl from the neighborhood about his previous "accidents." Jack sat at the back of the bus, worrying about what had gone wrong with his pecker. He'd only been awake for an hour and a half, and it had already shot two full loads of jizz without any action on his part. What was worse, they both happened inside his boxers! Now he'd have to hide two pairs of crusty shorts from his mom. He tried to take consolation in the likelihood that after two such massive orgasms, he wouldn't have any more spontaneous ejaculations today. He looked up and saw the two girls from the bus stop were turned around in their seats and still looking at him, talking and laughing. He remembered that Julie appeared in his dream. They were in the bleachers at a football game. They had a blanket over them, and Jack was up to his old tricks of feeling up his date while he clumsily tried to kiss her. Several times, he tried to coax her into feeling his swollen cock through his pants. He even went so far as to grab her wrist under the blanket and force her hand onto his lap. In the real-life date, he immediately ejaculated, wetting the front of his pants. Julie yanked her hand away when she felt the wetness. But in the dream, he held on to his load as she sensually stroked his bulge and whispered in his ear how much he turned her on, what a stud he was, and what great self control he had. 'Oh no,' Jack thought. 'It's happening again.' As impossible as it seemed, the dream had once again worked its magic and Jack's cock started boning up again. Soon, it was pressing right into the slick cum spot he made just a few minutes earlier. This was uncomfortable, so he decided to try yanking his cock so that it pointed up along his stomach. He moved his books aside and glanced at the front of his jeans. They were a mess. He reached down and grabbed at the bulge to bring it upright. A wild bolt of sexual pleasure ripped though his body. It was so intense, he couldn't help but wince and cry out. He immediately released his cock. He then looked around sheepishly to see if anyone notice the goings- on in the back seat. In the general din of the bus, no one heard his cry, except for the two girls who had never stopped watching him. They were wide eyed at the sight of tough-guy Jack apparently masturbating in the bus! Jack just looked out the window and tried to ignore them. He had been unsuccessful at getting his hard-on to lay up along his belly. Now it just pointed up toward the sky, making a blunt-ended tent alongside his fly. It was throbbing mercilessly, and he didn't dare touch it again for fear of having another "accident." Sitting in the back of the bus, Jack was also having to endure the vibrations of the big diesel engine. They were being transmitted with maddening efficiency to his twitching tool. Gritting his teeth, he prayed he'd make it school before something happened. His prayers were answered as the bus pulled into the loading zone just in the nick of time. But now he had to stand up with a monstrous tent in his baggy jeans. He waited until the last student in front of him was already in the aisle, then stood and carefully placed his books over his fly. But one bump of the books against his ultra-sensitive boner told him that was not the thing to do -- he almost lost it. So he had to walk down the aisle with his cock bulge preceding him by a healthy 7 inches. Combined with the wet stains on his pants, it was a very humiliating situation. As he stepped off the bus, there were Julie and her friend staring straight at Jack's tented, stained pants. He tried to walk by them, but they kind of blocked his path as Julie said, "Hi Jack. Got a problem in your pants?" Jack looked at the two girls openly staring at the front of his jeans, then just closed his eyes as his boner once again began squirting sperm. Giggles rang out as a new wet spot appeared. Jack heard, "Oh my God!" from one of the girls, causing him to look down and see that where his cock head was pressed tightly against the fabric, the white goo had actually filtered through his boxers and jeans and was running down the outside of his pant leg! Quickly, he did an end run around Julie and began walking quickly toward the nearest boy's room to try and clean up. He heard, "You need some self-control, Jack," from one of the girls behind him. His cock spurted still more jizz into his shorts as he walked. By the time he got to the boys' room, his cock was once again soft. He went into a stall and used wads of toilet paper to clean both the inside of his boxers and the outside of his jeans. When he emerged, he looked in the mirror. There were two large wet areas, but they could easily be splashes from a sink, he reasoned. In his first class, history, Jack couldn't concentrate at all on his lessons. He couldn't understand what was happening to him. First of all, he hadn't had this many boners in one morning since his hormones kicked in at age 12. But what really puzzled him was that each ejaculation was as powerful as the first one he'd had while sitting on the edge of his bed. He would have expected to shoot less each time, especially with the orgasms so close together. And why was this happening at all? Puzzling over this took up the entire period for Jack, and he was relieved at the end of the period to stand up without a boner and with his cum stains dry enough so that they were almost invisible. Next period was English class. He had a pretty teacher whom he'd fantasized about for years. It was an odd situation: The teacher, Miss Reynolds, was Jack's 7th grade teacher in junior high. Now, in Jack's junior year of high school, she had been transferred to his school and was once again his teacher. He remembered that in his dream, he relived an episode from junior high. He was being scolded by Miss Reynolds when she found him drawing dirty pictures in her class. The pictures weren't of her necessarily, but Jack was using her shapely body as inspiration. He had been swinging his leg back and forth under the desk, stimulating his little trapped boner, as he drew women with outlandishly sized tits and ugly, hairy gashes between their legs. Miss Reynolds never knew the real reason for Jack's inability to talk when she caught him doodling. Jack was in the midst of his first orgasm! He had no idea what that urgent feeling in his penis was, and was shocked when, simultaneously, hot liquid began to leak out in his pants and Miss Reynolds appeared along side him and snatched his notebook away. In his dream, however, Miss Reynolds saw him cumming, and she reached down and jacked him off in his pants, telling him that big boys need to learn self control. Jack was jolted from his reverie by the realization that he had been swinging his leg under the desk just as he had when he was a 12 year old, and just like then, his cock was getting hard. Strangely, though, when he tried to stop swinging his leg, it just kept going. After mentally struggling with this situation, and trying desperately to keep from feeling the waves of pleasure emanating from his now rock-hard penis, he decided to try and concentrate on the lesson. The class was going through a book of poetry, with Miss Reynolds calling on various class members to read aloud. Jack peeked into his lap and was alarmed to see that it appeared his cock had gotten bigger since this morning! The bulge going down his thigh was definitely longer than what he knew should be a 7-inch cock. 'What the fuck is happening?' he thought. 'Cut it out! Go down!' His damp boxers and smooth thigh were alternately sliding over his cock with every swing of his leg. Incredibly, another orgasm approached. "Jack? Why don't you read the poem at the top of page 56?" Miss Reynolds called out. Jack's heart was racing as he scrambled to find page 56. His leg was going a mile a minute. Haltingly, he started reading the title. "The Forest... ahem... of Love..." "Jack, please stand up so we can all hear you," the teacher interrupted. His face went beet red as he stammered, "Uhh... I can't... Um... my leg fell asleep." Miss Reynolds could tell there was significant activity under the desk. "It doesn't look asleep to me," she said. "Maybe you just need to put some weight on it." That idea struck Jack as being pretty good -- at least it would stop the swinging. He was so desperate to stop his impending orgasm that he forgot about the huge, swollen lump in his pants. He stood up. A guy in the next aisle immediately spotted Jack's problem. "Dude!" he laughed. Soon, everyone in the class was snickering at the obvious erection in his baggy pants. Even Miss Reynolds couldn't help smiling, feeling retribution for the dirty pictures four years earlier. Jack stood next to his desk, looking around at his classmates and his sexy teacher who were all staring at his pants, when suddenly his hips thrust forward and his untouched cock began ejaculating into his boxers for the fourth time that day. The initial shot was bigger than any of the earlier ones, simultaneously making a squishy wet sound, turning the denim at the end his cock dark and shiny, and sending a mass of wetness down his leg. "Check it out!" "What a dude!" "Look, he's creaming in his jeans!" "Nobody just shoots off like that!" The class was abuzz while Jack stood there helplessly cumming in his pants. The stain grew very quickly, covering the front of his thigh. He was frozen in place, unable even to sit down, while squirts of semen completely coated the inside of his underwear. "Settle down, class," the teacher called out. "Maybe you should go clean up, Jack. Here's a hall pass." Jack grabbed his books, arranged them over his lap and made his way out of the class and into the boys' room to clean up again. He couldn't go back to that class, so he just sat in one of the stalls, contemplating the events of the day. It suddenly struck him that it was his dream that was causing all this. Every time he remembered a new portion of the dream, his cock would get hard, and every time his cock got hard, it would pop off. So that was it -- just don't think about the dream! The bell rang signaling the end of class, and Jack emerged from the stall. He looked in the mirror. With just one big stain on his jeans, it didn't look so much like a splash from the sink. So he stood in front of the sink and turned the water on full blast. Sure enough, several dollops of water landed on his shirt and pants. Just then some students walked in. Jack made a big show of his situation. "This fuckin' sink! Shit!" he shouted as he turned off the water. One of the other guys laughed. "Bad place for a wet spot, dude." Jack joined in the laughter, figuring that at least these guys didn't know what really happened. He made his way quickly to the boys' locker room for his next class, PE. He figured that nothing would trigger his dream memories there. He changed into his gym uniform and went through the class without incident, although some of the guys from his last class were giving him funny looks. At the end of class, everybody returned to the locker room. Jack had stripped down to his jock strap when one of the guys from the last class ran up and grabbed Jack's pants from his locker and began showing them around. "Check it out! This is where Jack creamed in his jeans in class!" he shouted. The dampness of the locker room had not allowed his jeans to dry much, so the stain was still pretty obvious. "Hey, shithead! Gimme those back!" Jack shouted as he pursued his pants, clad only in his jock strap. Suddenly, he froze in his tracks as another dream memory surfaced. It was a prank he played on a girl named Cindy. He had untied and stolen her bikini top while they were swimming at the beach last summer. He ran ashore with it, leaving Cindy to scream at him from the water. He was hoping she'd come out of the water so he could see her boobs, but eventually her screaming caught the attention of a lifeguard. The lifeguard simply glowered at Jack, who obediently returned Cindy's top. But in his dream, Cindy emerged with her tits in full view, walked up to him and hugged him, her bare breasts against his chest and her pussy mound pressing into his bulging swimsuit. Jack stopped pursuit of his tormentor and his shoulders sagged. His cock was quickly hardening in his jock pouch. He knew what the humiliating outcome would be. As his stiffness began pulling the stretchy pouch outward, he heard, "Whoa! Check this out! This dude's totally poppin' a rod!" Now the waistband of his jock was starting to pull away from his body as his longer-than- ever boner threatened to rip the strong fabric. Laughter filled the room and guys crowded around to see Jack's raging hard-on. "What a rod!" somebody exclaimed. The boy who ripped off Jack's pants handed them back. "You gonna cream your jeans again, Jack?" he asked in a mocking tone. Jack snatched the pants from him and silently began putting them on, still wearing his gym class jock. He wasn't really sure why he was doing this -- he knew he'd be adding yet another big stain to the front of his pants, but he didn't seem to have any control over his actions. As he lifted the denim over his thighs, it felt as though a thousand female hands were caressing his legs. Probably 20 pairs of male eyes were riveted to his tented jock strap as Jack faced the final issue: how to get his swollen cock inside his pants. Even though his cock was mostly covered by fabric, he still felt tremendously exposed. He wanted to cover his shame, but any contact would likely set off the most embarrassing orgasm yet. He stood there, surrounded by his classmates, his jeans now pulled up, but his enormously swollen member poking out over his zipper, carrying an unwilling jock pouch over its bulk. The area around him became suddenly quiet. Not knowing what else to do, he reached down and pulled his jeans waistband out as far as it would go. It wasn't even close to allowing his hard-on to go inside. A few of the guys laughed at the sight. Jack sucked in his breath and grasped his boner through the jock pouch. That was all it took. *squirt* A big wad of sperm gushed forcefully through the jock pouch and dripped off the end, landing on the concrete. *squirt* As Jack attempted to force his unyielding erection into his jeans, another big glob of white liquid ran over his hand and dripped down onto the front of his jeans. *squirt* This was the first of several spurts that made it inside Jack's baggy jeans. His boner was poking into the denim just to the left of his fly, and a dark stain detailed the exact tip. *squirt* He fought to close his zipper, but it was an exercise in futility. The stain spread downwards as he desperately fumbled with his pants and his continually ejaculating cock. Laughter echoed through the locker room. Hooting and hollering, the guys were taunting and humiliating poor Jack who was helplessly cumming in front of them. While he tried to work the zipper, the hand that was holding up his pants slipped, and his jock-encased rod once again popped into view. *squirt* This spurt rolled along the folded-back waistband of his jeans, adding another drip down his pant leg. Jack once again tried jamming his hard-on back into his messy jeans. *squirt* More semen gushed into his pants through his jock pouch. Finally, Jack gave in to the feeling and began actually stroking his dick, wrapping the jock pouch around his meat and masturbating into jeans for all to see. *squirt* "Ha hahaha! He's jackin off in his pants!" *squirt* "Fuck, he's totally messing up his jeans!" *squirt* "No way! What a dude!" *squirt* "Look at that big ol' patch on his pants!" *squirt* His climax seemed like it would never end! *squirt* Still stroking wildly, he dropped his jeans, and they fell around his thighs. *squirt* Even after a dozen or so squirts, his jizz practically flew through the jock mesh, landing with a splat just inches from one of his classmates' feet. "Oh, gross! Fuck, man, put it back!" *squirt* Jack's now- slippery hand flew up and down the mesh-encased shaft, making embarrassing squishy-wet noises. With his spare hand, he once again pulled his jeans up over the jock pouch. *squirt* His classmates watched the completely saturated front of his loose pants jiggling rhythmically as the humiliated boy continued his obvious jack-off inside his jeans. *squirt* *squirt* *squirt* *Buuzzzzzzzzzz* The alarm clock rang for nearly a minute before it penetrated Jack's nightmare. He awoke breathing heavily and covered in sweat. He also awoke to the feeling of semen flowing from his cock into his boxers. He pulled off the covers just in time to see his normal-sized cock wilting after depositing a normal-sized load in his drawers. His dream was magical, though. For one thing, Jack became more considerate toward his girlfriends. He never wanted the sins of his past to catch up to him like that again. But he couldn't keep from getting a hard-on the next time he put on his jock... ----------------------------------------------- -------- All rights reserved. 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