 Steve
finally made the first move. Seeing that Travis seemed to be
looking at packages with a particular pattern, he spoke up.
"Damn, there's always some lame-ass pattern in the
package with the good ones," he said. While
he was talking, he “casually” lifted his T-shirt to display the whole front of
his boxers to Travis. This also drew attention to the obvious hard-on bulge in his shorts. |
 Travis laughed nervously.
"Yeah, I know," he said. Travis lifted his shirt, too. They both
smiled.
When Travis went back to looking at the racks of underwear,
Steve reached into his boxers and adjusted his own painfully hard prick. When
Steve got hard, his cock wanted to point straight up. So the only way to make
it comfortable was to pull it up over the waistband of his pants. His
cock now wagged freely underneath the billowing fabric of his boxers, hidden
only by the bottom of his T-shirt. Steve liked the feeling of the wispy fabric
teasing his cock head.
Another minute went by, then Travis spoke again. "I've
been looking for a package with this pair in it that doesn't have that
pair." He held up the underwear package and pointed to his favorite and
least favorite boxers.
Steve made his way over to where Travis was standing, his
erection throbbing under the thin protection of his boxers. "Yeah, those
are really cool," he said. "I got some just like 'em."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Mm-hmm. They're one of my favorites," Steve said.
He couldn't help looking down at the bulge in the front of Travis's jeans.
|
 When Steve moved back to where he was looking before, Travis couldn't stop
staring at the fabric that stuck out all the way around between Steve's shirt
and his shorts. Suddenly, Travis saw something move. He focused on the bottom
edge of Steve's T-shirt and quickly realized what he was looking at. This guy's
boner was sticking up over his shorts and pushing out his T-shirt! And it was throbbing, making the T-shirt move, too!
He looked into Steve's face and his new sagger buddy grinned
sheepishly. "I always pop a rod looking at boxers," he admitted.
After a moment of stunned silence, Travis managed to
stammer, "Uh... yeah... me too." As they realized they weren't the only ones
turned on by boxers, the two saggers stood motionless for quite some time, just checking out each
other's sag. Suddenly, Steve reached across in front of Travis and
grabbed a package from the shelf just below waist level. |
 "Did you see
these?" he asked. But as he asked the question, the real intent of his
reach became apparent. As he pulled the package off the shelf, he let the back
of his hand brush against the front of Travis's bulging jeans!
Travis's cock lurched and deposited more juice into his
boxers. He swallowed nervously. "Um, no. Uh. I mean, they're cool and
everything, but they're not my size."
"I buy my boxers a size too big, ya know?" Steve
said. "I like 'em really baggy."
"Yeah, they look really cool,"
Then Travis reached across Steve's front and did the same
thing Steve had done.
"Did you see these?" Travis asked, his voice
cracking with excitement. As his hand brushed across Steve's steely-hard cock,
he actually worked it up under Steve’s T-shirt. With the back of his hand now
directly touching Steve’s boxer tent, he could sense the heat coming from it,
followed by a cold, wet sensation as Steve's pre-cum smeared on his hand. Steve
shuddered momentarily and then smiled.
|
 "Those are really
cool," Steve said. He went through the motions of pulling his pants up a
little. The belt pushed against the underside of his cock, causing it to slide
against his belly. But as soon as he released his shorts, they fell back down
and his cock once again fell outwards into his baggy boxers. Then he lifted his
T-shirt up over his cock tent and pretended to adjust his boxers. Travis saw every bit of it.
Steve suddenly pushed his way in front of Travis, apparently
trying to get to the boxers on the other side of him. "I gotta check these
out," was all he said. But as he walked in front of Travis, he ran the
back of his hand more deliberately across Travis's bulge, letting it linger
there and applying much more pressure. |
Travis couldn't believe it. Even though he'd sometimes
fantasized about having jack off sessions with some of his sagger buddies, no guy had
ever actually touched him there. And because the guy who was doing it was like
the coolest sagger he'd ever seen, Travis was getting really turned on by this
whole scene.
Once again, he wasn't about to be outdone. With his jeans
practically falling off his hips, held up only by the rigid prong in front, he
made his way past Steve, his eyes on a package of boxers down the aisle.
However, when he walked past, he turned his hand around and let his fingertips
slide over the whole length of Steve's raging hard-on.
Steve couldn't help let out a gasp when Travis did that. His
cock throbbed powerfully and ejected a big blob of clear juice into his boxers.
Travis
felt every bit of it. Feeling another guy's cock through his baggy
boxers for the first time was a powerful turn-on for him. He knew if
Steve landed a few more brief touches on his own boner bulge he would
cream in his jeans!
Voice quavering, he asked his new buddy, "So, what's like your favorite
pair here? Any size."
Once again, Steve adjusted his cargo shorts, mainly to
stimulate his already overheated boner. He did this two or three times, up and down, up and down, as he
looked over the entire selection. Finally he reached to an upper shelf and
pulled down a package of men's XXL shorts. As he reached, Travis once again
stared at all the underwear Steve was showing, with special attention to the
jutting bulge in front. Steve brought down a package of boxers that were white with a small
pattern on them. "I think these are the best," he said.
Travis walked over to Steve, who was holding the package, and looked
over the patterned shorts. But Travis had decided to take this to the next level. He reached
under the package and wrapped his fingers all the way around Steve's stiff tool
through his
boxers.
|
 "Yeah,
these boxers are
really cool," Travis said as he softly stroked Steve's cloth-covered
hard-on, feeling it throb under his touch. "I wish they had ‘em in my size... or even a size too big."
Steve moaned softly, and Travis, determined to get his new buddy off,
kept
talking even though his own ragged breathing made it difficult. "These
would look hot,,, under my Diesel jeans... Those jeans are so fuckin' baggy,,, I gotta keep
pulling ‘em up all the time,,. And if my boxers were all baggy too...
they'd stick out sooo much."
Steve's
cock was at the bursting point. While Travis was steadily rubbing his
cock, he could feel Travis's warm breath on his face, and the heat
radiating through their T-shirts. He was holding back
his load with all his might. But he knew it was a losing battle. "Um...
I'm gonna mess up my coolest boxers if you keep doin' that," he managed to say.
"Well if you do," Travis replied, not missing a
stroke on Steve's boner, "you could always buy some new ones... Something
really cool... So you could show 'em off... when you sag... Show 'em off with a big boner
and everything... mmmh"
Suddenly an intense look of pain/pleasure came over Steve's
face. Travis was on the verge of cumming himself, but he just kept softly and slowly stroking the fabric over Steve's
cock. He sensed he was in total control as he felt Steve begin to shoot his
hot cum into the top of his boxers. Steve's cock jerked and jolted, and a
massive amount of hot, creamy juice gushed into his exposed underwear. Travis just
kept milking more and more cum out of Steve's hard-on, feeling all the slippery
goo fill his boxers and slide over his cock, until Steve finally slumped and
held onto the store shelves for support.
|
| It
wasn't until that moment that Travis realized he'd already started
cumming, too! He was so focused on Steve's orgasm that several spurts
of semen
had escaped from his own cock, right into his boxers and jeans. Now it
was
Travis's turn to hold on to the shelves as even more cream shot out
into his boxers, and orgasmic contractions wracked his body. He
couldn't believe that he
came in his pants without even touching himself! The tip of his prick
was
poking straight into the front of his pants, causing some of his cum to
ooze right
through the two layers of fabric. Most of the cum was flowing down the
inside of his
underwear and there was so much of it, it even began dripping out the
bottom
of his boxers and rolling down the inside of his pant leg! Travis
didn't realize that until he was finished and let go of the shelf.
Suddenly one leg of his jeans contacted his thigh and he felt the cold
wetness
all the way down to his knee. |
 Steve watched in amazement as Travis finished cumming. He
saw the long trail of wetness become visible down Travis's jeans, and knew that
this cool guy was having a huge climax inside his show-off boxers.
Finally, both guys came down from their orgasms. They began
to inspect the damage.
"Holy shit, man! You really creamed!" Steve said,
watching the wet splotches on Travis's jeans continue to spread.
 Travis grinned. "That was really hot," he said.
"Hey, your boxers are totally stained."
Steve looked down at his crotch and saw that his cock was still rock-hard and
pronging up in his shorts which had a big, slimy wet spot down the front.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. It's not the first time, though."
|
 Suddenly,
Travis got a mischievous look in his eye and quickly looked around to
see if anyone else was nearby. Then he quickly shoved his hand down
into his jeans and pulled out his cock and the shiny-wet,
sperm-stained boxers that were clinging to it. His softening cock, still trapped
inside his baggy boxers, drooped over his belt. Steve's eyes widened as
he took in the sexy sight.
Now, both boys were grinning from ear to ear. "You wanna
hang out some time?" Travis asked.
"Fuck yeah!" |
But now, as he walked through the men's department, he
spotted another guy about his age looking at jeans. He didn't recognize him
from school or his neighborhood. But this guy was showing an awesome sag. His cargo
shorts were halfway down his butt in back, and Travis could tell that the front
was just hanging on his cock root. His boxers were a hot-looking white and
blue plaid, and they were really baggy, billowing out over the waistband of his
cargo shorts. His T-shirt was short, so lots of boxers showed between his shorts
and shirt. This was the most extreme public sag he'd ever seen on another guy, even
though Travis himself often sagged like that. His cock began hardening right
away.
When he got to the underwear
section, his
cock was getting pretty
hard and started pushing out against his belt and his baggy jeans.
Seeing the guy sagging at the jeans display really turned him on. Travis
didn't worry about being "gay" or anything. Girls turned him on,
cool-looking guys turned him on, boxers turned him on -- it was all
good. 
Suddenly, some movement at
the end of the aisle caught his eye. It was the other sagger! And his pants
looked even lower than before! A drop of moisture leaked from the tip of
Travis's cock as he tried to look nonchalant. He glanced over and saw Steve reach
up to a high shelf, raising his T-shirt up over the top of his shorts. ‘Damn!’
Travis thought. ‘Those boxers are so fucking cool!’
Not to be outdone, Travis
turned his back to the guy and leaned over to pick out a package from the
lowest shelf. He could feel his jeans sliding down, down, down, until they were
almost totally under his ass. He knew he'd be showing even more boxers than the other
guy.