Brian’s fashion sense hadn’t really changed since high school. He’d packed a button-down shirt with some gray jeans that were tight around his muscular legs. Just like Gene, Brian continued to work out, and lifting heavy car parts also contributed to his formidable physique. So he decided to wear that outfit to Gene’s house. He wasn’t quite sure why, but when he got back to his hotel room after the reunion, he also decided to forego his nightly masturbation. Maybe something would happen…

(V) When Gene opened the front door, Brian was delighted to see that Gene still dressed the way he remembered – he was wearing a light blue, Oxford-cloth, button-down shirt with a white, crew-neck t-shirt underneath, tucked into some faded Levi’s 505 jeans. Gene invited him in.

At lunch, Brian was starting to despair about the possibility of “something happening.” They all sat around and made small talk about old times, and Denise shared some gossip about some of their classmates. But after they all helped clear the dishes, she announced, “Jeanette and some of the other girls are in town, and we’re going to get together at the Cantina Lounge. So, you guys have fun chatting, and I’ll see you later.”

Leaving both men standing in the kitchen, she went out the back door, and they heard her start the car and back out of the driveway

Gene looked at Brian and said, “You’re looking really good, buddy.”

Brian replied, “You too, Gene.”

(V) Then, as though an invisible magnetic force drew them together, they embraced once again, this time with a passion that would have been taboo at the reunion. Gene planted a kiss squarely on Brian’s mouth.Their hands rubbed all over each other’s backs and their bodies and crotches were tightly pressed together.

Instantly, both men were rock hard in their jeans. Each could feel the hard lump of the other’s stiff cock through all the layers of fabric. They stood there, heatedly kissing and griding their crotches together for several minutes.

Breathing heavily, and on the brink of a huge orgasm, Brian gasped, “God, I missed you.”

When Gene replied, “I missed you, too, Brian,” Brian let out a cry and began firing his load, the load he’d wanted to share with Gene all those years, down the leg of his boxers and jeans.

Gene, whose hard-on had worked its way upwards next to the fly of his 505s, was surprised by Gene’s climax, partly because he had been holding his own cum during their kiss. Now, with his best buddy experiencing a man’s ultimate pleasure inside his pants and pressing his spasming crotch hard into Gene’s, Gene let go, too. His whole body tensed as the hot semen worked its way up his shaft.  “I’m cumming, too!” he told Brian. “Awh!” A huge stream of cum spilled out into his boxer shorts and quickly soaked through the denim.

It had only been a few minutes since Denise left them alone in the kitchen, and now the two men were sharing an almost simultaneous mutual orgasm as they mashed their increasingly wet jeans into each other. Gene could feel the cum flowing down over his cock shaft and pooling around his balls. Brian became aware that the flood of semen he was ejecting into his pants had dripped down well below his saturated boxers and was almost down to his knee.

Neither wanted it to stop. Brian, eyes fixed on his friend, breathed, “Yeah, Gene. Do it in your pants again. Make another big wet spot.”

Gene replied, “This is so hot. I can hardly believe you’re really here, creaming your jeans with me again! Ngh!” The reality of cumming with Brian after five years apart made Gene shoot another bolt of hot cum, and when he said that, Brian let loose with another big spurt of cream inside his boxers.

When their orgasms were finally over, they broke their embrace and each took a step back. Of course, the first thing they looked at was each other’s pants. Brian had a large wet splotch at the top of his leg, with shiny wet streamers running down the front of his thigh. You could even see the line at the bottom of his boxers where his cream was spreading and soaking directly into his jeans. Gene’s cum stain had spread out over his crotch next to the fly of his jeans. It was shiny wet, too, and there were even some smears of white where the semen had shot through the two layers of fabric. (V) When he saw that, Brian looked down at his own crotch and, sure enough, there were traces of Gene’s cum on the outside of his own jeans. He broke out in a big smile.

“Hey, you messed up my jeans, man,” he said with mock irritation.

Gene just smirked and said, “I couldn’t help it.” But then he turned serious. “I haven’t had a cum like that since our last summer together.”

“Me neither.”

The summer after they graduated from Harbor High was 10 weeks of almost constant sexual arousal and release. Brian and Gene tried lots of different things, including one night where they got naked with each other in bed. They kissed and dry-humped and jacked each other’s cocks and even traded blow jobs. It was exciting and they got off on it, but afterwards they realized how important their clothes were in getting them turned on. Their wardrobes were a big part of their identities, right down to the brands of t-shirts and boxer shorts they wore. Brian loved the tactile feel of Levi’s denim when he was stroking Gene’s hard cock, knowing that when Gene came, he’d be shooting off into his hot boxers and making big wet spots on those jeans. (V) Gene would often put his hand on Brian’s neck when they kissed, partly to feel the tall, tight neckband of his super-cool Stedman Hi-Cru t-shirt.

One weekend they went down to the beach together. Brian was freeballing under nylon trunks, while Gene was wearing boxers under his because he knew that seeing his boxer waistband peeking over the top of his trunks turned Brian on. They hadn’t yet gone into the ocean, they were just sunning themselves on their beach towels when they decided to walk up along the pier.

(V) Shortly after they entered the pier, Brian spotted one of the guys from their football team walking along with a cute girl. He glanced at the guy’s trunks and saw the outline of his huge boner jutting across the top of his leg, which was bouncing around wildly as he walked. He nudged Gene and pointed with his head at the guy’s predicament. Gene broke out in a big grin.

After seeing his teammate with a boner at the beach, Brian started thinking about the angle of it and how it moved when he walked. He came to the conclusion that the guy was also freeballing under his trunks, and that his girlfriend must have been doing something really sexy to him to make him that hard in public. All the while, Brian’s own smooth nylon trunks were rubbing on his sensitive cock head as he walked. That combination started his own cock growing.

‘Oh no, not now,” he thought. Since they left their towels down on the beach, there would be no way to hide an erection. But that didn’t matter to Brian’s cock. In under a minute, it was jutting out at a crazy angle under the leg of his trunks. Then Brian made the mistake of looking down to see how obvious it was.

Gene saw that and followed Brian’s gaze. “Holy shit, dude! Can’t you control yourself?” he taunted. He knew damn well that they both popped boners at inopportune times, but he couldn’t resist teasing his buddy.

Brian looked at him with anger in his eyes. “Why don’t you get a megaphone and announce it to the whole pier, man?”

Gene just said calmly, “C’mon, let go over to the railing.”

Brian stopped swinging his leg, suddenly struck by the reality of his own imminent ejaculation while standing in full view of everyone on the pier. Just then, the guy on the beach flipped over on his back, breathing heavily, with a big grin on his face. (V) There was a huge, spreading wet patch on the front of his bulging trunks and a white spot where his jizz had shot right through his shorts! The girl started laughing at his “accident.” That caused Brian’s bone-hard prick to start ejaculating.

He looked down at his crotch as his cock started squirting sperm into his nylon trunks. On the second squirt, the thick white liquid started dripping out of the bottom of the trunks, some spreading down his leg, some of it landing on the concrete with an audible splat.

Gene was mesmerized and amazed that Brian actually came like that and was ejaculating so much! “Yeah, do it, Bri. Squirt that load in your trunks,” he said quietly, wanting to encourage him to continue shooting off into his shorts. Gene’s own cock was throbbing wildly and leaking pre-cum inside his boxers, but he knew he was in no immediate danger of getting off.

Brian was desperately trying to maintain outward composure while he endured the intense pleasure of his balls draining all their sperm into his trunks and down his leg.

Even as his climax was winding down, Brian took his leg off the pier railing and set his bare foot back down, carefully avoiding the puddle of semen he just made. “Come on, let’s go,” was all he said.

They were quite a sight as they walked back to pick up their towels on the beach – two strikingly handsome guys, one had a big, hard lump going almost straight up in his trunks with a pre-cum spot at the end, the other showed a downward-pointing semi-hard cock and gooey white liquid still oozing and dripping out of his trunks with more streaks going down his thigh. Just the act of walking with his sensitive cock sliding on his wet thigh and trunks was stimulating his balls to dribble even more cum! His walking was a little erratic as the waves of pleasure continued.

They practically ran across the sand to retrieve their towels. (V) A couple of nearby guys caught sight of Gene's boner and Brian's cum-splattered leg, and they began laughing. Brian used his towel to do a quick cleanup, and then they made a beeline for the parking lot. Gene had driven them to the beach, so as he was driving back, Brian obligingly rubbed his hard cock through his trunks and boxers until Gene climaxed, too. (It didn’t take long.)

Five years later, those were among the memories the two shared as they sat in Gene’s living room in sperm-soaked jeans.

“So, tell me about getting married to Denise,” Brian asked.

“She’s really special, and we’ve been very happy,” Gene replied. “You remember how she made me cream in my pants on our double date?”

“How could I forget?”

“Well, it turns out that’s one of her big turn-ons,” Gene said. “She still loves making me do it. I mean, we still make love and everything and she’s great in bed. (V) But she also likes getting me hot and making me shoot off in my pants, especially in public!”

“Wow,” Brian breathed.

“She wanted to make me cream at the reunion, but I told her I had to wear those pants to work on Monday,” Gene said with a sheepish smile. “But you know what? When she starts rubbing my pants and I’m getting close to losing control and messing them up, I… um… I just… well, I think about you.” That confession hit Brian like a freight train. He was too dumbfounded to speak. “Even sometimes when we’re fucking, I think about how you used to cum in your jeans and that’ll take me over the edge.”

Brian was at a loss for words. “I… I mean… It’s…. Fuck! I think about you, too, man!” he finally blurted out.

“No shit?”

“No shit, man. I’ve never been as turned on as when we were together,” Brian said. “But there’s something I have to tell you.” He paused and looked down at the floor. “I figured out that I’m gay.”

There was a brief, awkward silence. Then Gene spoke reassuringly. “That’s cool, man. I mean, I can’t say that I was ever attracted to a guy other than you. But I get it. I still think you’re the hottest guy around, and what just happened in the kitchen kind of proves that, don’t you think?” Brian looked into his eyes. “Hey, come over here.” Gene patted the seat on the couch next to him.

(V) When Brian sat on the couch, Gene tenderly put his arm around him. Not a word was spoken. Then Gene leaned over and planted an affectionate kiss on Brian’s lips. Brian was practically in tears, but then Gene reached down into his lap and felt the enormous wet stain on the front of his pants.

“Wow, you really did it, didn’t you?” he said softly. “I don’t remember ever seeing you cum that much.”

Brian then reached into Gene’s lap. He squeezed the wet spot and could hear and feel the squishy mass of semen still in his boxers. “Does Denise make you cum that much?

Gene looked down at his own lap. His eyes opened wide when he saw how the stain had spread. He sounded surprised as he said, “No way. What a mess!”

Then Brian found Gene’s cock through his jeans and began rubbing it. “You think you could add to it?”

There was so much slippery goo inside his boxers that Brian’s rubbing felt really good. Gene didn’t say anything, though. He just reached into Brian’s lap and started rubbing his cock, too.

They rubbed each other’s dicks for a few minutes, not saying a word as their rods became completely stiff again and their breathing became heavier. Then Brian spoke up. “I always loved the way you dressed. I think you look so hot in those clothes.”

“I wore this for you,” Gene confessed. “And your clothes are hot, too. I just can’t believe after all these years that we can still turn each other on this much.”

What he did next surprised the hell out of Gene. Brian got off the couch seat and knelt between Gene’s legs. Then he leaned over and put his lips around Gene’s wet cock bulge! He brought his hand up and began stroking the shaft of Gene’s trapped cock while his lips were over the head blowing hot, moist air through the fabric.

Gene groaned with pleasure and leaned back into the couch. Brian expertly rubbed his cock bulge, and the warmth of his mouth over the bulge added tremendously to the sensations. At the same time, Brian was in heaven tasting both Gene’s Levi’s and his cum. He licked the jeans with his tongue right over the cock bulge. Gene felt it and groaned again.

“I love your cummy jeans, man,” Brian said. “Come on, cream them again for me. I wanna suck the cream right through your Levi’s.” Then he practically buried his face into Gene’s cum-soaked jeans.

That did it for Gene. With a loud groan, he began shooting streams of hot semen right through his cool boxers and 505s. Brian greedily sucked his buddy’s cum through the fabric while he continued stroking his cock.

A few minutes earlier, Gene hadn’t been too sure about being able to have a true second orgasm, but this was beyond anything he could have imagined. The feeling of even more jizz dripping down into his pubic hair told him it had been a big one.