Scott's New T-shirts (Epilogue)

At school the next day, true to his word, Jim wore the same T-shirt that both he and Scott creamed, with the entire collar showing under an oversized V-neck sweater. And as luck would have it, he ran into Scott just as they both entered the school grounds.

Jim's T under V-neck "Hi Jim," Scott said. "Don’t tell me that’s the same T-shirt you had on yesterday!"

Jim grinned broadly in reply. Scott’s eyes opened wide. "No shit?!?" he said, astonished. "Aw man, lemme see."

Both boys stopped walking as Scott closely examined the area he had soaked with his jism the previous afternoon. Sure enough, he could discern where the fabric was stiff and crusty where his massive load had dried.

"Woah," Scott breathed. "Awesome!"

Jim grinned again. "Yeah, it’s pretty hot. I can also feel the stiffness against my stomach. It’s making something else stiff, too." Scott laughed, and Jim continued, "But this has to be just between us, you got that?"

"Definitely!" Scott said, both reassuring Jim and making it clear he felt the same way. Both boys started walking. "I can’t believe you wore that shirt, though," Scott said. "Man, just thinking about what happened to it yesterday...well, I think you know what’s happening."

Jim laughed. "Yeah, I can guess," he said. "Hey meet me by the snack bar at the break, OK?"

"Sure."

"OK. Catch you later," Jim said, disappearing down a hallway.

Scott’s boner never went soft for the whole first period. He couldn’t get his mind off the cool Junior boy wearing a T-shirt that he creamed on just about 18 hours ago. Second period went by in a similar daze, and at long last, it was break time. Scott practically raced to the snack bar, and arrived before Jim.

When Jim approached and the boys saw each other, they both "casually" smoothed the necks of their T-shirts. They smiled.

"Aw, man," Jim said, still feeling his T-shirt. "This collar is so crusty. You really did a number on me." Then Jim peered down into Scott’s crotch. "You had that all morning?"

Scott blushed. "Yeah, it’s been that way ever since I saw you this morning in that T-shirt."

"Let’s get something to eat and sit over there," Jim said.

The boys quickly purchased their snacks and sat down facing each other on adjacent wooden benches. Suddenly, Jim started adjusting his clothing in the area of his waistband. Scott was astonished because he knew what Jim was up to. He looked around to see if anyone noticed, then said to Jim in a hoarse whisper, "Are you sticking it out of your shorts?"

Jim just smiled. Scott could see some subtle movements that indicated Jim was moving his hips in a familiar rhythm. "I’ve been hard all morning, too, man. I thought I could handle wearing this T-shirt, but now I gotta get rid of a load!" he said.

"You’re gonna go for it right here?" Scott asked in amazement. When Jim nodded, Scott noticed a look in his eye that told him just the question turned Jim on. So he decided to continue talking about it. In hushed tones, he said, "You’re gonna put some new stains on that cool T-shirt? The one I messed up yesterday?" He was choosing his words carefully in case some of them could be heard by nearby students.

"O-o-o-h, yeah," Jim said with a trembling voice.

"Dude, I can’t believe you’re gonna mess up your T-shirt again. It’s such a cool tee. You don’t want to get any more stains on it, do you?" Scott continued. The questioning was exciting both boys tremendously. Scott desperately wanted to reach into his lap and give his unrelenting hard-on the couple of squeezes it needed to release its load. But he couldn’t do that out here in the school yard. He envied Jim his hands-free technique and the sagging pants that made it possible. He swung his leg a little and noticed the pleasurable sensations that were transmitted to his cock, so he started rhythmically swinging it as he kept talking.

"Man, I can see the spots on the collar of your tee, dude. I can’t believe you made me do that. It looks really stiff."

"Yeah...it is..." Jim breathed. He brought a hand up to feel it. He fingered the area that was covered in dried cum. "Oh fuck... you really did it..."

"Mm-hmm," Scott replied, overwhelmed with the sexual tension of the situation. Two boys sitting in full view of their schoolmates, about to ejaculate into their clothes – Scott into his boxers and pants, and Jim into his favorite cum shirt. Scott realized, though, that the snack break was about over, and they’d better finish up quickly. Feeling safe that no one was in ear shot, he let himself use the hot language he’d been avoiding.

"I want to jizz your T-shirt again, man," he said. "Just really get that neck all stiff and stained so you can’t wear it in public again." Jim’s mouth was hanging open as he fought to control his breathing. Scott’s leg was moving a mile a minute. "Maybe I’d even let you cream my tee, man. I don’t know, though. It’s, like, brand new, and so cool." Then Scott ran his hand over the collar. He even pulled up on it a little so it covered his adam’s apple.

That did it for Jim. He suddenly sat up straighter and looked Scott in the eye. "I’m doing it, man. I’m wetting my T-shirt," he said quietly. Hot wetness flowed out of the end of his cock and smeared all over his belly and T-shirt. The dark blue V-neck sweater concealed what was happening, but Jim could feel that he was having a massive ejaculation. The T-shirt was clinging to his stomach as more and more cum pumped from his cock. Some of the hot jizz dripped down his stomach and back inside his pants, coating his pubic hair.

Scott’s leg movements were about to pay off, too. He watched intently as his new T-shirt buddy sat there ejaculating into his clothes. His own cock was leaking globs of pre-cum inside his boxers, and throbbing with every movement of his leg. But just then, the bell rang, signaling that the boys had just minutes to get to their next class.

"Ohhhhh shit!" Scott moaned. "I don’t believe it."

Jim looked at him with sympathy. "Follow me," he said, and he took off away from the center of campus. Scott stood up gingerly, his ultra-sensitive cock spasming with every movement, and gamely followed Jim out of the snack area. Jim walked around the side of a building and into a hallway used only by the janitors. As soon as Scott followed him in, Jim said, "Just stand against the wall there."

Scott, puzzled by all this, did as he was told.

Jim lifted his sweater, exposing his cum-drenched, horribly stained Spartan tee. Scott’s eyes widened and his boner jumped in his pants. "Check it out, man," Jim said. "I creamed my T-shirt." Then Jim did something Scott didn’t expect: He reached over and started stroking Scott’s boner bulge through his pants. "That was really cool how you said all the right things back there to make me shoot off. It’s no fair that you didn’t make it. I’m just gonna help you out, man," Jim said.

Scott was once again on overload. His cock bucked and lurched under Jim’s knowing manipulations.

"You wanna feel my T-shirt?" Jim asked. "Go ahead, it’s really fucked up."

Tentatively, Scott raised his hand toward Jim’s soaked shirt. His trembling fingers hovered over the wet spot. Then Jim felt Scott’s hard-on jump inside his pants and a warm wetness began to spread beneath his fingers.

Scott began almost whimpering, "Unh, unh, oh no, oh fuck, nngh!"

Jim, softly and reassuringly, said, "Yeah, go for it, Scott. Let it all out."

Scott closed the gap between his fingertips and Jim’s cum-drenched T-shirt. When he felt the cold wetness, his whole body spasmed violently. Jim could feel a massive amount of gooey wetness filling Scott’s pants.

"Woah, DUDE!" Jim said, in awe of the wet mess he was feeling.

Scott was moaning and clutching onto the wall to keep from falling over as his boner repeatedly fired hot cum into his boxers. The stain on his pants was spreading wildly down his leg.

Finally, it was over. Scott was sweaty and exhausted. His pants were a hopeless mess. Jim thought quickly.

"OK, freshman, now you’re going to learn about ditching school. Let’s go," Jim said. And with that, he led the boy off campus and into another whole new world.