Kenny felt a little stupid. He was dressing for the Sadie Hawkins dance. A girl named Michelle had asked him to go, and he had said yes. The "look" was supposed to be sort of hillbilly, something akin to the old Li'l Abner comics. Kenny's mom was getting into this much more than Kenny. She had rummaged through some old clothes in the basement, did some alterations, and the result was now staring back at Kenny in the mirror.
He was wearing an old, faded, plaid flannel shirt that belonged to his dad which was too big on him. His jeans, on the other hand, were way too small. They were a pair he had outgrown a year ago. His mom had sewn patches on the knees and frayed the high-water cuffs to give them a worn-out look. She let out the waist so he could close them, but that crotch! His cock and balls were tightly packed under the unyielding denim, a sensation that he was definitely not accustomed to. He'd had a hell of a time getting his boxer shorts down the pant legs, too, and he was sure they'd be riding up all night.
Kenny's mom called through the door, "Are you decent?"
"Yeah," Kenny moaned.
His mom came through the door and squealed, "Oh, you look adorable!" Then she walked over to him saying, "And I have the perfect finishing touch. But you'll have to tuck your shirt in."
"Huh?" Kenny asked, somewhat panicked. He was counting on that oversized shirt to help conceal his bulging crotch.
"It's a belt!" his mom pronounced gleefully as she held up a length of smooth rope.
Kenny knew there was no point in arguing about this, so he rolled his eyes and turned his back toward his mother while he undid his pants and jammed the shirt tail down into his already overstuffed jeans. He then took the rope and threaded it through the belt loops, then tied a square knot at the front.
"Perfect!" his mom exclaimed. "You look great!" she said and then wandered off to let him finish getting ready.
Kenny looked at himself in the mirror. It was way more embarrassing than before. In addition to the obvious bulge of his cock and balls, the bulky flannel shirt was making even more unsightly bulges in his skin-tight jeans. He noted that he could even see the lines on his legs where his boxers ended. His pants were a bulging, lumpy mess.
He thought quickly. One thing he thought would help would be to just take off his boxers, so he quickly undid the rope, shucked his jeans and boxers, and pulled his jeans back on. Unfortunately, his cock saw the brief release from its imprisonment as an opportunity to stretch! By the time he hurriedly got his jeans up his thighs, his cock was already at half-mast and was swelling rapidly. He jammed his cock down under his balls, holding it in place with the crotch seam of his old jeans. Mercifully, the swelling stopped.
Grumbling to himself about the damn belt, Kenny began tucking in the shirt tail, this time taking more care to keep the fabric from bunching up. Finally, he zipped his jeans, put on his rope belt, and turned once again to the mirror. This was a little more acceptable. His cock bulge was now directly behind the zipper, so there was only a gentle swelling there. He hoped and prayed that he wouldn't pop a full-fledged boner in those revealing jeans, but there was nothing he could do about it now, he had to go or he'd be late. Kenny threw on his sneakers and ran down the stairs.
As he was on his way to pick up Michelle, Kenny suddenly realized that his cock had shifted from his crotch seam down his right leg. He was used to it being on the left. Of course, any unfamiliar sensation is enough to start a teen guy's prick stiffening. Sure enough, Kenny felt the tingling that signaled the start of a boner. He didn't know what to do, though. He couldn't reach down and rub one out, that would make a mess that he couldn't hide, but he also couldn't walk up to Michelle's door with a hard-on jutting down his thigh.
Remembering that pushing his cock down earlier kept it from getting fully hard, he decided to clamp his legs together and let the tight jeans do the work. Then he thought about the ugliest woman he could think of, the one who worked at the school cafeteria with the hairy mole on her cheek. It did the trick. By the time he got to Michelle's house, his cock was soft enough that he could make the needed right-to-left adjustment as he walked to the door.
Michelle came out wearing a pink gingham dress that fit her waist and ample breasts as if she had been poured into it. Kenny grinned and said, "I like your dress."
"Thanks," she replied. She scanned Kenny's Sadie Hawkins outfit as they began walking to the car. "I like your jeans, too."
Kenny just blushed.
When they entered the gym, the first thing Kenny noticed was that the lights were quite a bit brighter than the regular "sock-hop" dances he was used to. The gym was decorated with hay bales, wagon wheels, and other "country" decorations. The decorations didn't matter to Kenny; he had been hoping it would be dark so his embarrassing bulge couldn't be seen.
Kenny wilted visibly when he saw Rod and Jon headed his way. Jon was already staring intently at Kenny's jeans, examining every inch of his friend's cock bulge.
"Hey, Kenny," Rod called out as they approached.
"Hey guys," Kenny responded, knowing it was pointless to try to hide his tight pants and obvious bulge from these two.
"Nice outfit," Jon kidded.
"Isn't it cute?" Michelle piped up. "I think it's sexy."
"Ooooo," both guys jeered.
"Yeah, yeah..." Kenny said, blushing furiously. He decided to turn the tables on them. "So, you guys got dates?" he asked, knowing full well they didn't.
Rod didn't miss a beat. "Nah, but I think we'll be able to hook up here," he said, knowing that wasn't really going to happen.
Michelle grabbed Kenny's hand and started dragging him to the dance floor. "Let's dance!" she said.
"See you guys," Kenny called as he disappeared into the crowd.
Concentrating on the new moves he practiced in his bedroom, he worked on impressing Michelle with his dancing ability. Then came a slow dance, and Michelle plastered herself against Kenny and they both began swaying to the music. The warmth of her body radiated through Kenny's clothes, and he sensed right away that she was putting extra pressure on his groin. It felt really great, so he returned the pressure.
"Mmm," she purred in his ear as she felt his cock growing down his leg.
Kenny couldn't believe how great it felt to be freeballing and humping his cock against a hot girl. His cock twitched and he heard her moan, so he made it twitch again, blissfully unaware of what was to come.
When the song ended and a new, fast piece started, Michelle asked Kenny, "You want to keep dancing?" Before he could answer she continued, "Or do you wanna go sit on the bleachers and make out?"
"Make out," Kenny gulped his reply.
When she turned around, Kenny hugged her from behind, and that's the way they walked over to the bleachers.
When they sat down, Michelle kind of giggled. "You know, everybody knows what it means when a guy walks behind a girl like that. All my girlfriends talk about how they can feel the guy's boner on their asses and stuff. You shouldn't be embarrassed." Then, lowering her voice, she added, "You really have a nice cock."
When Kenny heard that, his cock jumped under the tight confines of his old jeans. To his horror, he felt a drop of pre-cum escape from the tip. He knew that with no underwear it would soak through the faded denim right away, but it seemed like there was nothing he could do about it except try to calm down.
Michelle wasn't about to let that happen. She leaned over and planted a kiss on him. The kiss kept going and soon they were dueling with their tongues.
Kenny was exhilarated. He had been to several dances and always envied the couples he'd seen making out on the bleachers. Now he was part of that scene for the first time. He wrapped his arms around her and savored her taste and feel. The only trouble was that his dick seemed like it was getting even harder. He felt yet another drop of pre-cum leaking from his inflamed cock. He was sure there'd be a wet spot by now.
Several minutes and several drops of cock-juice later, Michelle suddenly backed away and announced, "Ooh! I love this song! Let's dance."
Before he could think, Kenny was being dragged onto the dance floor, boner bulge and all. Michelle started moving to the music while poor Kenny kind of hobbled through some steps, his movement hindered by the unyielding hardness in his jeans. He couldn't help taking a quick look to see how bad things were down there. It was the most embarrassing sight he could imagine – even more embarrassing than having to jack off in front of the J.O.C.K. club. Every detail of his cock shaft and head were visible through the tight faded denim, and there was a quarter-sized wet spot at the tip. When he looked back up, Michelle was staring straight at his pants. He blushed. She smiled.
By the time that song was over, his cock had softened to about half-mast, and at the end of the next song, he was back to normal (except for the pecker tracks on his thigh).
"I wanna sit down. Is that ok?" Michelle said.
Kenny couldn't deny her anything, so off they headed toward the bleachers. After they sat down, Michelle asked, "Um, can I ask you something personal?"
"Um, are you wearing any underwear?" she asked, fairly certain that the answer was no.
Kenny blushed once again. "No," he admitted. "My mom made me wear these stupid tight jeans and there wasn't really room for my boxers."
"Oh, I think your jeans are sexy," Michelle replied, as she traced her fingertips over his thigh. "I really like them a lot. But I think you better be careful, Kenny. It really shows when you get turned on, if you know what I mean." Her fingertips moved in small circles, edging closer and closer to his growing member.
Kenny couldn't believe such a cute girl would be so interested in his cock. Once again his cock jumped, and another drop of slimy liquid was ejected into his jeans. A spot appeared immediately.
Noticing it too, Michelle giggled and said, "Maybe you should cool off. Would you get me something to drink?"
"Umm..." Kenny said, staring at his obscenely bulging and spotted crotch.
"Oh, you guys worry so much about that stuff. Nobody cares! Just put your hands in your pockets or something," she said.
Kenny knew that suggestion was going to be both unhelpful and impossible in these tight jeans. So he gamely stood up and headed toward the concession stand, his dripping boner rubbing against his thigh and jeans with every step. And just his luck, who was standing by the counter but Rod and Jon.
"Whoa! Du-u-ude!" Rod laughed. "What's Michelle been doing to you?"
Kenny decided to turn his embarrassing situation to his advantage. "She's totally hot. All she wants to do is make out and rub my cock." He saw Jon's eyes widen, so he continued, "She just can't get enough of me, man. She said later she's gonna suck me off."
"Right," Rod said with a disbelieving edge to his voice. "I bet you won't even get it out of your pants."
"We'll see, dude," Kenny replied with mock confidence. "I gotta get her something to drink. See you guys later."
By the time he got the drinks and returned, his cock had once again returned to a less obvious state, but not before it left several more little wet spots all over the front of his jeans.
"You know what I did for you?" Michelle asked as they were finishing their drinks, her hand moving to his thigh.
"No, what?" Kenny gulped.
"I'm not wearing any panties," she cooed. She saw his cock lurch under his jeans. "Does that turn you on?"
"Oh yeah! You're so hot, Mich *mmbblllll*" He was interrupted by his date starting to kiss him again. There was no delay this time. The tongues were in play from the start. Soon her hand was over the head of his dick, teasing the sensitive ridge.
Meanwhile, Rod and Jon had wandered over by the bleachers. Jon stopped in his tracks.
"Wait. Rod, check this out. Kenny's totally making out with Michelle," he said.
"Oh man! They're really into it!" Rod exclaimed.
"Let's go back over here. I wanna watch this for a while," Jon said.
"I'm right with you!"
The boys moved into one of the few shadowy areas of the gym. They had a perfect view of Kenny and Michelle.
"Is she jacking him off?" Rod asked.
"I think she's rubbing his cock, but it's hard to tell. Oh man, this is so hot!" Jon replied, his hand sneaking into his pocket to stroke his hardening member.
Rod noticed his buddy's movement and snickered. "Just can't help yourself, can you?"
Jon grinned sheepishly. "Can you imagine if she jerked him off all the way?"
"Mmm, I wonder if he's wearing boxers?" Rod said, knowing the effect it would have on his jack-off buddy.
Sure enough, Jon's pocket jiggled even more fiercely for a few moments. "Fuck! I hope it's those real faded ones."
Rod was getting a boner, too, but he wasn't about to jerk off in public like his uninhibited friend. He just divided his attention between the couple and the rest of the room to make sure no one spotted Jon's activity.
Meanwhile, the effect of Michelle's relentless but subtle rubbing of his cock was really starting to get to Kenny, and he started to sense that there was a very real danger of him cumming in his pants. Kenny grabbed her wrist. Breathing heavily, he said, "Um... maybe we should slow down for a while."
She smiled. "Sure Kenny."
"Did you see that?" Jon exclaimed, his hand jiggling wildly in his pocket. "He made her stop rubbing him. Do you think he was ready to shoot?"
"Probably, man," Rod replied, his own cock throbbing at the sight. "I mean, look at him. He's totally red in the face and everything. I bet he's trying to hold back right now."
That wasn't exactly true. Kenny stopped things just when he felt the first tingle that warned him an orgasm was possible. He wanted to play it safe. His jeans were already sporting a few wet spots, but with two days of cum stored up, it would be much worse if he really creamed them.
The couple continued to kiss and Kenny moaned when he once again felt her fingertips dancing over his engorged cockhead.
"Oh man, she's doin' it again!" Jon said to Rod, while he continued masturbating through his pocket.
Rod's willpower to keep his hands off his own dick was weakening. Quietly, he sunk his hand into his pocket and gave his rigid member a couple of quick squeezes. Jon was so engrossed in watching Kenny, he didn't even notice.
Michelle was an expert at using her fingers while keeping her arm quite still. Few who glanced their way would ever suspect how directly she was stimulating Kenny's penis. Soon, however, she began rubbing with more intensity and began breathing and moaning like she was caught up in the passion.
Of course, this boosted Kenny's passion, and he managed to endure her perfect through-the-jeans hand job for another full minute before it finally became too much. He could feel the sperm gathering in his balls, getting ready to be ejected from his throbbing, leaking, red-hot cock.
"Let's dance again," he breathed as he forcefully grasped her wrist and then stood up. Kenny knew the state of his crotch was quite noticeable as he stood high above the dance floor on the bleachers, and all he wanted was to get to the dance floor quickly.
The sight of Kenny standing there with what was now a four-inch wet spot and the most clearly outlined boner imaginable was too much for poor Jon. Slack jawed he stopped his rubbing and just stared at his aroused buddy while his balls began draining all their pent-up sperm inside his pants.
"Oh wow," Rod said, still unaware that Jon had begun to ejaculate in his pants while standing next to him. "Did you see that? It looked like Kenny totally creamed his pants, but his cock is still hard!" Rod squeezed his cock through his pocket again as he watched Kenny limping towards the dance floor.
Jon barely heard his voyeur buddy. He was experiencing the biggest, wettest orgasm of his life. Wad after wad of hot cum poured out inside of his boxers. The gooey mess started running down his thigh and soaking through his jeans. Even after Kenny had moved past them, the vision of him walking in public with an enormous wet spot and raging erection was burned into Jon's brain, as it kept triggering more and more spurts underneath his pants.
Rod looked over at Jon, who appeared to be in some sort of hypnotic state. Rod grinned, thinking that Jon must have a hell of a hard-on after seeing that. His eyes flew wide open, though, when he actually looked down at Jon's pants. One whole thigh was completely covered with wetness. Near the top, even in the diminished light, Rod could see where some of the white stuff had bubbled through. Rod looked around quickly to see if anybody noticed what was going on.
"Jon.... Jon... JON!"
Rod's voice was barely penetrating Jon's altered state of consciousness. The last of his enormous load was dribbling from his spent cock, and now aftershocks ripped through his body as he continued to envision Kenny's embarrassing jeans.
"JON! Dude! We gotta go!" Rod said with some urgency.
"Huh?" Jon said, as he started to come back to reality.
"We gotta go, man. We gotta get you cleaned up. You can't stay here like that!"
Jon looked down at his pants for the first time. "Oh no! Shit!" he said. The boys then made a hasty exit.
When Kenny and Michelle arrived on the dance floor, Kenny was still on the verge of losing his cum. His cock was so slippery from all the pre-cum that it slid maddeningly on his thigh with every step. Michelle started dancing to the tail-end of the fast song, and Kenny did his best to move with the music.
That lasted all of thirty seconds. Then it was slow dance time. Michelle didn't give Kenny a chance to opt out. She draped herself over him and began swaying to the music. She began talking in his ear. "I'm sorry if I got you too hot. It's just that you turn me on so much, Kenny. One of these days, when the time is right, I really want to feel you inside me. You have such a big cock."
Of course, the entire time she was speaking, she was rubbing her pussy mound right over Kenny's straining bulge. She continued, "Ohhh... your cock feels so hard against me. It makes me want to put it in my mouth, Kenny. And put it inside me. Ohhh, can't you just feel it going in and out of me?"
Kenny was at the breaking point. He could indeed feel his prick going in and out of Michelle as she ground her hips against him. The inside of his jeans was so wet and slippery that her motions were making his cock slide around like crazy. She was massaging him expertly with her pussy mound, simulating intercourse and making his cock leak even more fuck juice into his pants.
"Um... Mi-Michelle?" he stammered. "Maybe we better stop-stop dancing?"
"What's the matter?"
"I... uh... I just ne-need a break. My feet hurt."
"We haven't been dancing that long," Michelle laughed as she continued to rub against his crotch. "Mmm, Kenny, you've got me so hot," she purred and then began nibbling at Kenny's earlobe.
Kenny shuddered. He had been holding back his cum with all his might, trying desperately to be the stud, to show that he could hold his load. He knew the battle was over. He was about to lose. His cum was pushing to get out. It was not going to be denied again.
Michelle felt the tension in his body. She knew exactly what kind of effect she was having on him. She got off on teasing guys like this, with no intentions of ever sleeping with them. It was a game to her. She rolled her hips against his swollen crotch more deliberately, making sure she caused his boner to slide against the fabric of his wet jeans. His movement no longer matched the music. In fact, he was standing stock-still, eyes closed, fighting off his impending orgasm will all his might.
Suddenly, Kenny's eyes popped open. He looked at his surroundings. He was about to cream his jeans in the middle of a crowded dance floor. I can't! I can't do it here! Oh God, hold it! Hold it!
It was one more move by Michelle that did him in. A small but forceful squirt of semen escaped from his cock. He redoubled his efforts to hold back the rest, but it was too late. He buried his head in Michelle's shoulder and almost sobbed as he began to uncontrollably ejaculated inside his pants – just from dancing with her - massive spurts of cream began filling his skin-tight jeans. With no underwear to slow it down, his cum soaked immediately through the already saturated fabric, wetting Michelle's gingham dress. The slimy hot wetness flowed from his cock, dripping down his thigh and making the wet spot longer and longer.
Of course, Michelle knew what was happening and she pulled away from him and took two steps back. "Oh my god Kenny!" she yelled out. "Did you just cum?"
Every eye in the immediate vicinity zeroed in on Kenny's hopelessly wet jeans. Kenny could do nothing but stand there, thoroughly humiliated and stunned that the girl who had wanted him as her date, the girl who seemed so into him, would do this to him.
Fully exposed, in the brightest part of the dance floor, Kenny stood with a completely embarrassing, shiny, dripping wet stain covering the top of his thigh, and his still-hard boner poking against the fabric of his outgrown jeans. It only took a second for laughter to erupt from the other couples.
"The dude creamed his jeans!"
"What a wuss!"
"Hey Jason, c'mere and look at this. This guy totally came in his pants!"
"Man, that's gotta be embarrassing."
Regaining his senses, Kenny pushed his way through the crowd that was quickly gathering and bolted through the exit. He ran all the way to the park near his house and sat on one of the swings. He felt completely humiliated. What had started as a sneaky little orgasm in class had now tarnished his reputation forever.
Kenny spent almost the whole weekend in his room, dreading what would surely happen on Monday. Word of his embarrassing accident was sure to spread all over school. He had visions of girls laughing openly when he walked into a room, of jocks beating him up after school, of cruel teasing in the locker room. It was the most miserable weekend of his life.
Monday morning finally arrived, and Kenny felt he had no choice but to go and face the music. As he approached the school, his heart sank as he saw the custodian painting the front of the building. He was covering some graffiti, but what remained was enough to cause Kenny's stomach to churn: "…nny S. cums in his pants"
Just about everyone who knew him knew already that he had creamed his jeans – big time – at the dance. But, he even heard people he didn't know wondering aloud who "Kenny S." was after they'd seen the graffiti that had been spray-painted on the front of the school announcing his highly embarrassing "accident." Kenny lowered his head and quickened his steps, determined to power through the crowd and get to his locker, and, as he did so, giggles and whispers could be heard all around him.
When he entered the locker area, his progress was halted by a couple of very large guys in varsity jackets.
"You Kenny?" one asked.
"C'mon, let's talk," the other said.
As they walked around back of the science building, Kenny thought, Shit, they're not even going to wait until after school to beat me up. He just prayed it would be over quickly.
"We know what happened to you at the dance," the first one said. Kenny hung his head. "You were the victim of a little cock-teasing bitch!" There was obvious anger in his voice.
Kenny finally looked his would-be assailant in the eyes. "But, she didn't do it on purpose."
"Her name was Michelle, right?" the other one said.
"Uh-huh," Kenny confirmed.
The first athlete spoke again. "We know what that's like, man. These bitches get off on getting us all turned on and embarrassing us. It's this new club they've started, a game they play."
"And we've both got the stained shorts to prove it," the other said.
"Yeah, a couple of those cock-teasing bitches did the same thing to us after the dance," the first one said.
"And we overheard them all bragging to each other earlier today about what they'd done and who won the game."
"Michelle won the game, man… because she made you cream your jeans in front of everyone."
Even with all his misery over the weekend, Kenny had never really thought that Michelle had done any of it on purpose, not even the loud exclamation that made everyone aware. He thought that was just her surprise at the situation. "Wow, I don't believe this," Kenny mumbled. "What did I ever do to deserve this kind of humiliation?"
"Nothing dude. Like I said, it's a game they play and they did it to a lot of us guys… just not in front of everyone like they did to you."
"Anyway, the only way we can fight this is to mess with her rep," the first one said. "I guarantee that in twenty four hours the school's gonna know that Michelle is a cock-tease bitch slut."
With all that he had just learned, right about now revenge seemed like a pretty good idea. "Wow, thanks," he said.
"One more thing, dude," the other jock said. "We know you're a member of the J.O.C.K. club."
"Don't worry about it, man," the first one said. "We used to be in it too. But it's really kids' stuff. And if you're always creaming your pants, you get used to it and it's easier for chicks to make you do it, too. Once you get some girlfriends suckin' on your cock, you won't need it anymore. Take it easy, man."
"See you around, Kenny," the other one said as they walked off.
As he walked to his first class, the revenge idea swirled around in his brain. He'd been blaming himself all weekend for his lack of self-control, but the jocks convinced him that there really wasn't any way he could have resisted Michelle's onslaught.
"Kenny?" he heard. It was a girl's voice, but not Michelle's. He turned and saw a pretty blond. Isn't she a cheerleader?
"I saw you at the dance," she began.
Kenny blushed. What could he possibly say?
The girl laughed. "It's ok. I'm not gonna make fun of you. I think what Michelle did was just awful."
Kenny had his second big surprise of the morning. "You did? You mean you're not part of that club?"
"No, and I think it is disgusting what Michelle and those girls are doing… and we're not gonna let her get away with it. You're way too cute and nice to be embarrassed that way."
"Wow, thanks! I mean… uh… you know… thanks," the startled boy replied. He suddenly recognized her as being in a couple of his classes. Julie? Jamie? Jenny?
"In fact," she said with a flirtatious twinkle in her eye, "Obviously I couldn't help but to see, you know, what you had in your jeans," she blushed and then continued, "and, well, I've been thinking about it all weekend, and I'd really like to… well, why don't you come by my house after school?"
Kenny did his best to conceal his astonishment and act cool. "Well, yeah! I mean, that sounds good. Um… You wanna…"
She interrupted him before he could ask if she wanted to fool around at her house, fumbling in her purse for something to write on, and just a minute later, Kenny got a quick peck on the lips and a scrap of paper, and then she was gone. He looked at the paper. In big, loopy script, it read, "Suzie - 345 Poplar St."
Maybe creaming my jeans at the dance wasn't such a bad thing after all! Kenny thought as he walked to his first class staring at the note, smiling.
However, as soon as he walked into that first class his smiled disappeared just as quickly as it had come on and was replaced by a red face as more giggles and whispers filled the air. Those same giggles and whispers would accompanied his arrival in every class after that as well.
It was a difficult day for Kenny, as he knew it would be, but, on the flip side, two varsity jocks had actually sympathized with him, and promised to exact revenge on Michelle, his teasing date. And Suzie the cheerleader had seen the bulge of Kenny's fully-hard equipment before he ejaculated, and it turned her on so much she had invited him to come to her house after school!
Just as he began walking to school on Tuesday, Kenny heard Jon call out from behind him. "Hey Kenny, wait up!"
"How's it going?" Kenny greeted his buddy.
"Ok. Hey, are you gonna... I mean... the club meeting is today," Jon said, hesitant to bring up the subject of Kenny cumming in his pants. "Are you gonna be there?"
TO BE CONTINUED…
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