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Monday, April 14, 2014

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 5)

By: MrCreamJeans
Dave Wilson had worked in the men's wear department at Sherman's Department Store for five years and had never seen anything like it. All week, teen guys were coming in to the store to buy boxer shorts with one particular pattern. Dave didn't mind at all, he was a gay man, and he noticed that several of the teen guys had prominent bulges in the front of their pants as they paid for the sought-after shorts. He'd needed to call the other store across town to request that they transfer over their remaining stock of this particular pattern because his store was about to run out. All Dave could do was shake his head in puzzlement. What Dave didn't know was that this was the same pattern that the J.O.C.K. club had seen Kenny, Jon, and now Rod wearing when they won the cum stain contest.

Jon had been the first in this wave of purchases, having bought the boxers that matched Kenny's several days before the rest of the guys. He, too, had popped a big boner in the store while examining, handling, and buying the shorts. Since then, he'd shot a load in them nearly every day, each time remembering when Kenny and Rod had creamed inside Kenny's matching boxers.

Kenny was oblivious to all this; he had no idea that he'd single-handedly started a new fashion among the club members. What he was mostly concerned with was the new sexual aspects of his relationships with other boys. Jon lusted after him and his underwear, and Rod had kissed him behind the custodian's shed. But he had a plan to help out his new friends. He knew he had to get these two guys together.

It was the Friday after Kenny creamed in front of the whole club wearing his khakis and Rod's striped boxers. When the last class let out Kenny raced to the front of the school so he could catch Jon and walk home with him. As it happened Jon saw him first.

"Hey Kenny," Jon called out. "What's up?"

Kenny turned and smiled at Jon. "Not much. Wanna walk home?"

"Sure!" Jon said eagerly.

The boys walked for a while, talking about nothing in particular. Once they had turned the corner so that they were out of view of the school, Kenny handed Jon his books.

"Hold on to these for a sec, ok?" Kenny asked. "I'm hot!" And with that Kenny removed his t-shirt and shoved one end of the shirt in his back pocket.

Jon couldn't help but gawk. Kenny had dressed to kill that morning… to kill Jon, that is. He wore the faded boxers Jon picked out from his drawer after his "accident" last week. He also wore his baggiest jeans, which rode very low on his hips exposing lots of his underwear. And it wasn't really that hot out, Kenny just wanted to show off for Jon. Kenny could tell by the expression on Jon's face that his plan was working.

"Oh yeah," Kenny said as casually as he could. "These are the shorts you like so much." Kenny carefully pulled them up even higher.

Kenny saw Jon swallow nervously. He glanced at the front of Jon's pants and saw the start of a bulge, which got bigger until it was obvious his friend had a full-on boner in his pants.

Kenny smiled to himself. "I bet you'd like to borrow these again, huh?" he teased.

"Oh yeah," Jon sighed. When he realized how it sounded, he suddenly became self-conscious.

Kenny didn't give him time to lose his arousal. "You'd probably start wearing them as soon as you got them home," he speculated. "You'd pop a big rod, too, wouldn't you?"

Jon nodded.

"You'd probably have trouble putting your jeans on 'cause your dick would be so hard in my boxers, huh?"

Jon nodded again. Kenny saw him slip his hand in his pocket. The bulge in the front of his pants began moving. He was jacking off through his pocket while they were walking!

"I bet you'd jack off in all my boxers if I let you," Kenny laughed.

This seeming humiliation appeared to turn Jon on even more. Kenny saw the activity in Jon's lap increase.

"Dude! You gotta have more self-control!" Kenny said. "I've never seen a guy get so turned on by underwear." He played with his waistband some more. "I mean, I know they're really cool boxers and everything, so I guess I couldn't blame you for shooting off in them."

Jon's pants were jiggling frantically now.

"I had a girlfriend who really liked them, too," Kenny lied, still arranging his shorts. "One time she even made me cream in them when we were at a dance."

"AWH!" Jon cried, stopping in his tracks with a look of intense pleasure/pain on his face.

Kenny immediately looked down at Jon's pants just in time to see the first stain appear where Jon was now ejaculating under the fabric.

"Holy shit, Jon!" Kenny exclaimed in a hoarse whisper. "Can't you hold it?"

Wincing, Jon shook his head violently.

"Hold it, man. You're getting your jeans really wet," he urged. "You're totally shooting off in your pants right in front of me, right in the street!"

All this talk was designed to arouse Jon even more, and it was working. Jon's game of pocket pool was totally out of control, with heavy spurts of hot cream splashing against his underwear and soaking through his jeans.

There was laughter in Kenny's voice as he said, "Du-u-ude. You lost it! Fuck, it's dripping down your leg! Ha-ha-ha!"

This gave Jon one more great contraction, and then it was over. And by no small coincidence, they were just a couple of houses away from Kenny's.

Jon slowly stood erect and took his hand out of his pocket. He looked at Kenny with mock anger. "You did that on purpose!"

Kenny laughed again. "Come on, I'll let you borrow some dry things." He began walking toward his house.

Jon followed happily, realizing he was going to get to wear some more of Kenny's clothes.

Once inside, Kenny once again gave Jon free access to his underwear drawer. He even let Jon borrow a pair of his jeans. They were much shorter than Jon's but they were also looser in the waist, so Jon just let them sag.

"Can you bring my boxers back tomorrow?" Kenny asked as Jon was leaving. "I'm going to be doing laundry."

"Well I can, but I'm not sure I'll have time to wash them," Jon replied.

"That's ok. I'll do it," Kenny said. "Just get here about nine o'clock."

"Sure, see you then."

What Kenny didn't tell him was that nine o'clock was the same time Rod was coming by to return the "magic" boxers he'd creamed in on Tuesday.

Jon was the first to arrive on Saturday morning, carrying Kenny's jeans and boxers in a paper bag. Kenny met him at the door and invited him in.

"Why don't you take those down to the laundry room," Kenny said.

Jon shrugged and headed down the stairs to the basement. When he got there he heard the dryer going.

Kenny called down, "I'll be down in a couple of minutes." He really didn't have anything to do upstairs except wait for Rod's arrival. But he knew Jon would be unable to resist peeking in the dryer. The dryer contained all of Kenny's boxers, plus Rod's, all of which were already clean and dry before he put them in the dryer. He staged the "laundry day" just for his friends' benefit.

Sure enough, Jon's curiosity got the best of him. After less than a minute he looked up the stairs, then dashed to the dryer and opened it. He was greeted with a colorful jumble of warm boxers. He reached in and grabbed a pair at random and held the plaid fabric against his face, feeling the warmth and taking in the scent. His cock flipped into instant rigidity.

Meanwhile, Rod had arrived upstairs, also carrying Kenny's boxers in a bag.

"Here they are," Rod said, offering Kenny the bag.

Rather than take it Kenny closed the door behind him and said nonchalantly, "Let's go down to the laundry room. That's where yours are." He headed down the stairs with Rod following.

Jon heard someone coming down the stairs and hastily threw the shorts back in the dryer and slammed the door. But then he panicked when he realized that the dryer didn't start up by itself. He was desperately examining the controls when Kenny came into view.

"Uh... it... just finished," Jon said.

"Cool," Kenny said. He'd heard Jon slam the dryer door and knew what had been going on, the bulge in Jon's pants also a dead giveaway, but he didn't let on. "Good timing."

Jon's eyes widened when he saw Rod come in behind Kenny.

"Oh yeah, Rod came over to bring back my boxers from the contest," Kenny said, continuing his deliberate nonchalance.

Kenny went to the dryer and pulled all the contents out into a laundry basket. The two other boys stood uncomfortably, with Jon trying in vain to conceal his rigid prick by stuffing his hands in his pockets. Of course, this had the opposite effect, and Rod couldn't help noticing it.

Placing the basket on the table, Kenny fished through the pile and found Rod's boxers. "Here they are."

Rod silently handed over the bag containing Kenny's shorts in exchange for his own.

"Here, take the bag," Kenny offered, pulling his contest-winning boxers out. "Jeez guys, you really did a number on these!" he exclaimed, holding them up. The discoloration from several recent cum loads was obvious.

Both Rod and Jon grinned.

Suddenly the phone rang. "Shit!" Kenny said as he started for the stairs. "Hang loose, ok guys?"

What the guys didn't know was that Kenny had arranged for that call through a wake-up call service. He wanted Jon and Rod to be alone in the basement with his collection of boxer shorts. After a minute he shouted down the stairwell, "It's my Aunt Edna, guys. I gotta talk to her. Can you just hang out for a while?" After getting a mumbled affirmative, Kenny went to the kitchen and poured himself a cola.

The uneasiness was thick in the basement. Finally, Rod broke the silence. "Kenny has some pretty cool boxers, huh?"

"Definitely!" Jon responded, coming to life at the mention of one of his favorite subjects. "Those boxers you brought back today are my favorites."

Rod eyed the shorts lying on the table. "Yeah... it's kinda cool wearing other guys' shorts isn't it?" he said quietly.


Rod picked up the shorts he had just returned. "I gotta get me some like this. Where'd you say you got them?"


"Oh yeah. Cool." Rod picked up a pair of flannel boxers. "You ever wear flannel?"

"Yeah," Jon replied. "They really feel good on my dick! But they don't show much of a wet spot for the contest."

"Mmmhmm," Rod agreed. He picked up another pair. "These look good." Then he walked up to Jon and casually held them up over Jon's tented pants as though Jon were a mannequin. He looked into Jon's eyes.

Jon looked down at Kenny's boxers draped over his boner bulge. His cock throbbed powerfully.

Rod continued, "I wonder if Kenny's ever shot off in these?"

Jon's cock jumped again.

Rod removed the boxers and let his hand "accidentally" bump Jon's bulge. Rod was getting his own big hard-on from this game. He took another flannel pair off the table and held it up over his own pants. "What do you think of these?" he asked.

Jon was just flabbergasted by this whole turn of events. He had always been slightly intimidated by this guy, and now, here was Rod showing that he was turned on by Kenny's boxers too! Even through the thick fabric of the loosely draped boxers Jon could see Rod's trapped boner throbbing and jumping.

"Cool," was all Jon could manage to say in reply.

Still holding Kenny's shorts in front of himself, Rod indicated another pair on the table and said to Jon, "Check those out."

Jon took the boxers and modeled them in front of his tented crotch.

"Nice," Rod said. He walked over to where Jon was standing and very deliberately reached down and encircled Jon's boner through Kenny's boxers and Jon's own clothes. He began to stroke it slowly.

"Ohhhh," Jon sighed, overcome with pleasure.

"Which boxers are you wearing today?" Rod asked. Not stopping to hear a response, he took the hand that was still holding Kenny's flannel shorts and used it to lift Jon's t-shirt. He was wearing the "magic" pattern.

"Oh fuck," he said in a husky whisper. "Those are so hot." Rod began rubbing Kenny's flannel boxers over Jon's stomach while he kept stroking Jon's cloth-covered prick.

Jon was overwhelmed. His cock was ready to squirt from Rod's expert rubbing, and playing with Kenny's underwear like this was too intense for words.

Even through all the layers, Rod felt Jon's steel-hard cock pulsing. "Dude, you're really getting into it aren't you?" he said.

Jon, breathing heavily, looked into Rod's eyes and nodded. That was all Rod needed to know. With Kenny's boxers still draped over Jon's crotch, Rod stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the trembling boy, pressing his own tented crotch against him, sandwiching Kenny's boxer shorts between them. Instinctively they began slowly thrusting their hips together.

"Oh, yeah," Rod sighed. "Mmm."

Jon was on sensory overload; that was the only reason he hadn't already creamed into his pants. No one had ever held him in such a lustful embrace. His heart pounded with emotion and his balls were on a one-way trip to complete release.

With only the sound of their breathing filling the basement, the two boys began dry humping faster, in perfect synchronization. They both knew it wouldn't be long before they began messing up their jeans with sperm.

"You know what we're gonna do?" Rod whispered in Jon's ear. "We're both gonna cream into Kenny's boxers at the same time. Oh yeah!"

Jon let out a high-pitched whimper when he realized what Rod was talking about. Kenny's boxers were still pinned in between the front of their pants! The tempo of their thrusting continued to increase.

Rod whispered, "This is so hot. You're such a horny dude." And with that he pulled his head back and, after a brief pause, began kissing the startled Jon.

It didn't take long before Jon began returning the kiss with amplified passion. The two boys were locked in a tight embrace, kissing and dry humping their way to imminent climax.

Rod broke the kiss and clutched Jon to him. "Gonna do it!" he whispered through clenched teeth. "Gonna cream Kenny's shorts!"

Jon beat him to it. With a strained shout Jon began pumping hot cum into his boxers and jeans. Huge amounts of cream soaked into the fabric, and it wasn't long before the wetness reached Kenny's shorts.

Feeling Jon's orgasm sent Rod over the edge. He, too, shouted when the first spurt shot through the tip of his boner. His balls pumped and pumped, shooting massive globs of slippery wetness into his shorts and jeans. Soon his semen was soaking into the other side of Kenny's boxers.

For nearly a minute the two climaxing teen boys held on to each other, thrusting their hips to prolong the ecstatic feelings that were coursing through them.

From the top of the stairs Kenny heard the orgasmic shouts and smiled to himself. He'd succeeded in getting these two guys together; he knew it was what they both wanted and needed. He gave them a minute or so to recover and then began walking down the stairs.

"Sorry about that, guys," he said. "My aunt loves to talk."

When he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw two very guilty-looking guys with unmistakable cum stains on the fronts of their pants.

"Whoa! Dudes!" Kenny said, feigning astonishment. After an awkward silence Kenny grinned broadly and said, "I guess you guys found ways to keep yourselves busy down here."

"Yeah, well... uh..." Jon started.

"Hey man, I gotta go," Rod said. "Sorry about your boxers." And with that he bounded up the stairs, leaving Jon to explain what he meant.

Kenny looked quizzically at Jon. Jon pulled his hands from behind his back and held out a pair of Kenny's shorts. One glance confirmed they were soaked, front and back, and the scent of cum was unmistakable. Kenny was even more mystified.

"I'll tell you about it some time," Jon said. "But I think right now I need to borrow those clothes back." He indicated the bag he'd brought.

Kenny shook his head and handed the bag to Jon.

Jon looked around for someplace to change. Kenny just said, "Aw go ahead. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Kenny busied himself folding his underwear while Jon changed back into yesterday's "emergency" outfit of Kenny's boxers and jeans. When he was done, Kenny looked at Jon's crotch. There were unmistakable dried cum tracks on the denim.

"Jeez, Jon, you even creamed my jeans?"

"I couldn't help it," Jon said, using a now familiar phrase. "But it's the last time, I promise!"

"Oh yeah?" Kenny said. "You got a new jack-off buddy?"

Jon just smiled.

Kenny smiled, too. "Cool," he said. "Now you better get out of here. I've got more laundry to do!"

Jon left and Kenny finished folding his laundry and then took it, and his "magic" boxers, upstairs. Those he didn't need to wash. Even though Jon had lost the contest with Rod in his bedroom a while back, which would have let Jon keep Kenny's "magic" boxers, knowing how much he liked them, Kenny was planning to give them to Jon one day, just the way they were, all covered in loads from him, Kenny, and Jon himself. It's not like they would ever come clean now, and because of that it wasn't like he himself would actually ever wear them again, so he felt it was the least he could do for his friend.

It was Wednesday and Kenny was working himself through his pants pocket during fourth period. He planned to have just a "qualifying" ejaculation - just enough to make a spot, not enough to win the contest. He was getting pretty good at using the most subtle movements to get himself off in class. Unless you were staring straight at the front of his pants you'd never know what was going on.

When the bell rang Kenny quickly gathered his books and held them in front of him as he joined the crowd filing out of the room. When he got into the hall he headed off for the J.O.C.K. meeting.

"Hey Kenny," Jon called out as Kenny arrived. "You gotta see this!"

Kenny scanned the guys. The cum stains looked bigger than usual this week. For once, the smallest boy, Mikey, had the largest spot. But that wasn't what Jon was talking about.

"Show him, guys," Jon said.

One by one the guys lifted or opened their shirts. They were all wearing the same patterned boxers… even the guys who usually wore briefs! And the pattern was the same one as Kenny's "magic" boxers.

Kenny began laughing hysterically. Soon all the guys were laughing.

When the laughter finally died down, Rod called the meeting to order. No one had failed to cream in his pants in class, and Mikey was appointed the winner. He set next week's meeting for Monday, at morning break, and the meeting disbanded. Kenny and Jon wandered off together and began walking to the snack bar.

"Hey, how's it going with you and Rod?" Kenny asked with a smirk.

Jon was all smiles as he explained what had transpired in Kenny's basement, and during their subsequent meetings. Kenny was really happy for his friend.
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  1. A really hot story, man. Can't wait to read more. Keep it up!! ;)