All Male True Experience: While You Were Sleeping

By: xichang

 

This happened a few years ago while I was attending university - best time of my life.

I was in a fraternity in university, but don't go thinking this is gonna be some story about being a pledge and having to engage in gay acts with other pledges and/or fraternity brothers; that only happens in porn. That being said, the experience I am going to share did involve one of my fraternity brothers. His name was Dennis, and he was a couple of years older than me. We were not roommates in the fraternity house, but we shared the same interests - running, swimming, drinking, and having a good time – and so had become fast friends and would spend a lot of time together.

Dennis was about six feet tall, with dark blue eyes, and a close crop of curly brown hair. His smile could light up a room and he had an infectious laugh. The girls loved him, and he definitely seemed to be the straightest guy around. As good of friends as we were, he, nor anyone else, had any idea that I was gay. Because I wasn't 'out' I would pretend I liked girls, even going so far as to go out with them on dates - in fact, Dennis and I would actually double date quite a bit, and I was always jealous of what the girl he was with was going to get at the end of the night!

When Dennis and I would go running, it was always in the morning, but I am NOT a morning person. Dennis would come into my room, dressed in a sweat shirt and the tightest pair of shorts, which always drove me crazy because the tightness of them only served to accentuated his bulge.

"Wake up buddy," he would say while poking my foot with his sneaker. "Time to go work off those beers and chicken wings."

I would be groggy in my bed, either tired from a late night at the bar, or from spending hours trying to get caught up on my classwork, and I would usually just grumble incoherently, roll over and fall back asleep.

Then Dennis would get a bit more aggressive in his attempt to wake me up. He'd slap me on the ass while I slept in my briefs. Then he'd roll me over and poke his finger into my stomach telling me, "You are gonna get a GUT if you don't get out and exercise!" Suffice to say, many a morning he caught a glimpse of my morning wood before I rolled back over or got up to slip on a pair of running shorts.

I also had a chance to see how this affected Dennis, as he would saunter over to the window and look out, under the guise he was giving me privacy, but I could see him adjusting his junk.

One night near the end of the school year (and Dennis' graduation year), he and I went out with a bunch of our brothers and got totally wasted. We stumbled back to the house afterwards, and Dennis joined me in my room for a couple of belts of scotch. Pretty soon, we were both passed out on my bed.

I woke early the next morning to find Dennis lying directly next to me. I could hear his deep breathing as I watched his chest rise and fall. I looked down and saw his taught stomach leading to a full mound behind his jeans, and I wanted to reach down and just put my hand right on that HOT mound. The thought of how he would have to adjust himself after seeing my morning hard-on outlined in my briefs gave me the courage to do just that. I waited for some form of reaction - either waking up to smack me in the face, or something worse!

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 8)

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All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 7)

By: MrCreamJeans

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Kenny had really been thinking about what the jocks had said to him. He also had another reason not to go to the meeting. "I don't know, man," he said to Jon. "I think I might lay low for a while with the jeans creaming thing."

The disappointment on Jon's face was obvious. The Tuesday morning meetings were his favorites, because he had a perfect view of Kenny's desk in the class right before the meeting.

Kenny continued, "Besides, I got nothin' saved up, you know?"

"You been beating off again?" Jon asked teasingly. His hand went into his pocket.

"Not exactly," Kenny replied. "You know Suzie, the blond cheerleader?"

"Yeah?"

Kenny looked his friend in the eye, barely able to contain his glee. "She sucked me off yesterday after school!"

"No way!" Jon shouted as his cock began to stiffen at the thought. "Oh, man! Details, details!"

"Well, she was at the dance, you know?" Kenny said. He noticed Jon's hand already busy in his pocket and decided to make the story as arousing as he could. "And she saw me walking around all hard and everything."

"Everybody saw that, dude," Jon kidded.

"Yeah, but it gets her all hot, you know? So yesterday at school, she comes up to me and says what Michelle did was really awful, and how she wanted me to come to her house after school."

"Oh, fuck!" Jon exclaimed.

"So I go over there, and she, like, doesn't waste any time at all. The next thing I know, we're on the couch makin' out like crazy." Kenny's voice took on a different tone as he remembered the events. "Oh man, her lips were so soft, and she totally wanted to French and everything."

"Yeah? Yeah? Get to the good stuff!" Kenny's impatient friend insisted, his loose jeans tented and wiggling.

"Ok, so she starts rubbing my cock through my pants... and she's even better at it than Michelle! Pretty soon I'm thinking, 'Fuck, this was all a setup. She just wants to make me cream my pants like Michelle!' But just then, she reaches for my belt and starts undoing it. I'm like, 'Whoa!'"

"I bet!" Jon said, his breathing becoming erratic.

"And so she opens my pants, and she sees my boxers..." Kenny said, suddenly remembering Jon's "thing" for his boxers, "...the real faded ones, you know?"

"Oh fuck," Jon murmured.

Kenny smiled as he continued, "And she goes, 'Oooooh, I like your boxers!'" Kenny was embellishing the truth a little for Jon's benefit. Jon was so easy to mess with. "Then she starts rubbing my cock through my boxers! Aww, man that felt soooo good!" Jon was quiet, so Kenny continued. "And then, man, and then I could feel some pre-cum coming out, and like all of a sudden there's this wet spot on my boxers."

"Wow," Jon sighed.

"And I couldn't believe it, man. She leaned over and stuck her tongue out, and licked the wet spot!"

Jon couldn't do anything but whimper. He was stroking his cock like crazy through his pocket picturing Suzie licking Kenny's hot boxers.

"Well, my cock really jumped when she did that. She looked up at me and grinned, and then... well, you're not gonna believe this, man."

"What? What?" Jon rasped.

"She grabbed my boner in my boxers and put her lips all the way around it," Kenny said. It was actually a lie – Suzie had taken his cock out of his boxers before she sucked on it, but he knew this would send Jon into a frenzy.

It was working. Jon was blatantly jacking off inside his pants. Anyone who even glanced their way would have seen Jon's fly rhythmically jumping and his face bright red with arousal.

"Then she started licking the head right through my boxers, and pretty soon she was moving her lips up and down, giving me a blowjob right through my fuckin' shorts!" Kenny said. "Aww man, I couldn't hold back. I totally creamed in her mouth right through my favorite boxers."

Kenny hadn't really been watching Jon very closely. He knew Jon was masturbating in his jeans, but didn't realize how far things had gone. With only one block before they got to school, Kenny turned to his shaking, panting buddy.

"Dude! Don't shoot now! You got the contest second period. Don't waste it!" Kenny urged.

"Mmmphh!" Jon grunted, using all his will power to hold back his load. Through clenched teeth, he hissed, "Can't... hold... it! Gotta... gotta... oh fuck!" Abandoning all hope of holding back his load, Jon grasped his cock through his pocket and boxer shorts and started milking his hot, slippery juice into his jeans. Streams of cum shot out and began soaking through the fabric and running down his leg.

"Aww, mannnn!" Kenny taunted. "You got noooo self-control! What a dude!" He knew this humiliating talk would arouse Jon even more. "You're totally jizzing your jeans, man. Right out in front of everyone!" There were actually only a handful of students in range, and none looking in their direction, but it added to the embarrassing picture. "Look at that wet spot! What a fucking mess!"

Jon stroked his trapped cock furiously as Kenny put him down for his lack of control. It was embarrassing. He knew he didn't have any control over his dick. He knew he was making a big mess of his jeans even before school started, and he'd have to walk around all morning with a big sperm stain. But it was worth it. His cool buddy Kenny was the one who made him do it, and now he was the one who was making fun of him, this cool kid teasing him about wetting his pants in public; wetting them with cum.

Finally, Jon sighed deeply and took his hand out of his pocket. Kenny just grinned and shook his head.

"That's gonna dry before the contest, man," Kenny said. "Are you gonna be able to get off again by second period?"

"I will if you will," Jon said, grinning.

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

By: MrCreamJeans

 

 

 

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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.

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 4)

By: MrCreamJeans

 

 

 

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Jon arrived home from his friend Kenny's house and realized that he was getting quite a collection of other guys' boxers. He had Rod's shorts, which Rod had just royally creamed during their no-hands jack-off contest. And he also had two pair of Kenny's - one that Kenny gave him after he wet his pants with cum while they were walking home, plus the ones he was wearing, which he was given after the one-on-one contest with Rod.

Jon had long had a "thing" for boxers. During the summer, he was always walking around shirtless with several inches of boxers showing above the waistband of his pants or shorts. He loved seeing other guys dressed the same. He liked looking at what kind of shorts the other guys wore: the prints, the brand names, the fabric, and everything about them. And what he told Kenny was true, he did jack off thinking of girls, but he also jacked off thinking of his buddies in their boxers, especially the ones in the J.O.C.K. club.

Now in the privacy of his room, Jon pulled his shirt off and stood in front of the mirror. He carefully arranged the underwear so it showed over his jeans, and felt himself getting hard as he imagined Kenny in this outfit. The jeans were a little tighter than the ones he usually wore, so his cock couldn't poke straight out. Instead, it crawled down his thigh. As it became fully hard it looked like a thick pipe under the worn denim. Jon reached down and gave it a squeeze. The tightness of the jeans felt good, and even though he'd had a massive orgasm less than an hour ago, he was horny again, and his cock wanted to squirt, and Jon contemplated jacking off inside Kenny's boxers.

Then he had an idea. Quickly he stripped down and put on Kenny's faded and well-worn shorts first - the ones he picked up on Tuesday. They were the softest, and they were so old that Jon was certain Kenny had shot off in them before. Then he pulled Rod's shorts, still damp from his previous ejaculation, over them. Finally, he put on the boxers Kenny gave him today. He arranged the waistbands so all three shorts were showing. His cock was throbbing like crazy at the thought of what he was about to do. Now he squeezed back into his jeans, which were much tighter with the three layers of shorts underneath them, so tight, in fact, that he couldn't button the top button.

Jon looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was wearing all these other guys' boxers! And they were all showing! And he had a big boner in them, right where the other guys got their boners! And he was wearing two pairs of Kenny's, the same guy he'd just jerked off!

Jon's head was swimming with all these thoughts. His hand covered the straining lump of his hard-on and began rubbing. As he expected, Kenny's worn shorts felt very soft and smooth against his tender prick. He could also feel a little of the cold wetness in Rod's boxers. The room reeked of cum.

Jon's eyes were riveted on the reflection of his waist where three pairs of boxers showed above his pants. The first ones were his favorites - Kenny had worn them the most, they had the coolest pattern, and they were the ones his dick was now rubbing against and getting wet with pre-cum. With his free hand he fingered the three elastic waistbands, re-arranging them to show even more. The crotch seam of the inside pair pressed into his balls. Far from being uncomfortable, it just heightened the erotic feelings.

Incredibly, he was just moments away from another orgasm. His hand was rubbing frantically over the bulge that pointed down his thigh. If he rubbed any harder he'd have to worry more about the fabric giving way than any stains he might leave. But he didn't have to worry about that. His balls were ready to eject another load.

"Gonna cream them," Jon mumbled. "Gonna cream where they cream, cream right in their boxers. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

Hot wetness shot down his leg. His cock pushed angrily at the confining layers of cloth as it splattered hot cum all over Kenny's old boxers. Despite his earlier orgasm, there was so much cum that it began soaking through all three boxers, making a small wet spot on the denim. He couldn't help rubbing his spurting cock even more, milking the last of his load through the cloth. A couple of last squirts and it was over.

Jon stood up straight and examined the damage in the mirror. His boner had softened only slightly, so it still made an obvious bulge. There was about a two inch wet spot showing through at the end, and a little of the creamy white stuff had even come through the denim. Jon couldn't help giggling. He'd just jacked off in these other guys' underpants, and it felt great. He knew he'd be doing more of it, but for now it was time to throw Kenny's shorts in the wash so Kenny wouldn't know. Rod's, however, he'd leave cum-stained for future enjoyment!

On Monday Jon saw Kenny walking to class. He glanced at Kenny's pants and saw an unmistakable bulge there. Kenny was walking around with a boner for all to see! Jon's own cock tingled as he caught up with his friend.

"Du-u-u-ude," Jon chortled, looking straight at Kenny's jeans. "What's up?"

"Ha-ha," Kenny replied sarcastically. "Shit! I don't know what I'm going to do until tomorrow, man. It's been like this all day."

"Now you know what I went through last week," Jon said.

"Hey listen, I had an idea. You still got Rod's boxers?" Kenny asked.

"Yeah, of course I do."

"Cool. I think I want to borrow those for tomorrow," Kenny said with a diabolical smirk.

Jon laughed out loud. "Oh, man! I can just see Rod's face when he realizes your jacking off in his shorts!"

"I'm not going to jack off inside them," Kenny explained. "I'm gonna wear some really soft pants and do it with my dick sticking out the fly."

"Of your pants?" Jon cried.

"No, dummy, I mean out the fly of the boxers. Kinda like freeballing, but Rod will think I creamed inside his shorts."

Jon laughed out loud. "That's great! Yeah, come by my house after school and I'll let you have them."

"Hold on. When you took them home Rod had creamed in them. Have you washed them?" Kenny asked.

"No, why?"

"Dude, I'm not gonna put on his shorts after he's worn them… especially after he shot off in them."

Jon blushed. "Uh, yeah, sure, of course not."

"So, any chance you could wash them when you get home from school?" Kenny asked.

"Uh, yeah, I can get them washed. No one will be home until five or six anyway. Gives me plenty of time," Jon replied.

"That's great, man," Kenny said. "I'll meet you after last period."

After school he met up with Jon, and they headed to his house.

The two immediately went up to Jon's bedroom. "Here are Rod's boxers," Jon said as he stuck them out at Kenny.

"Great," Kenny smirked as he took them. Then, as he noticed Jon was just standing there, he said, "What about the two pair of mine that I lent you. Can I get those back?"

"Oh, yeah, right," Jon said as he went over to retrieve Kenny's boxer shorts. He'd been hoping Kenny would forget he had them, at least for a while longer.

"Dude, you better not have creamed in my boxers," Kenny said after Jon handed them over and he immediately started to examine them. He saw the look on Jon's face and knew that he had. "D-u-u-u-u-d-e, both pairs?"

 
"I'm sorry," Jon said sheepishly as he looked at the floor, and then he looked up with a sly smile and said, "But you really should have figured it would happen when you lent them to me. You know I can't help myself."

"Yeah, I probably should've known," Kenny chuckled.

"But don't worry, I washed them," Jon assured.

"Well that's good news. But if I ever lend you another pair, no more cumming in my boxers, ok?"

"Ok," Jon said meekly and then perked up. "Hey, tomorrow's the big day. You finally get to cum!"

"Tell me about it, I can't wait!"

A few minutes later he was on his way home.

On Tuesday morning Kenny pulled on Rod's boxers and his softest pair of khakis. They were a little dressier than he liked, so he usually didn't wear them to school, but they were the softest pants he had, and he also figured they'd show a good wet spot. He then put on an oversized t-shirt. He knew he was going to make quite a stain with his dick outside of the boxers, and he didn't want to have to rely on his books to hide it. The t-shirt went down well below his crotch, solving that problem.

Kenny's boner didn't go down all through first period. As he walked to his second class he moved his books and quickly glanced down to see how obvious things were down there. Even with his loose oversized t-shirt he could tell there was a pole poking straight out from his crotch. When he got to class he sat down quickly. Jon walked into class, looked at Kenny and gave him a thumbs-up sign to encourage him.

With about fifteen minutes to go in the class, Kenny stealthily reached into his pants pocket to begin masturbating, looking forward to a release he had denied himself for days. To his horror, he suddenly realized that this was not going to work! The outside seam of the pants pocket was sewn to the leg seam. He couldn't reach his cock!

Jon noticed the seemingly frantic activity in Kenny's lap as Kenny tried to find a way to reach his boner under the cover of his khakis. Jon couldn't quite figure out what was going on, but assumed that Kenny was really going for it so he could win the contest. He began his own concealed stroking, shifting his attention back and forth between the teacher and his jack-off buddy in the next row.

Kenny had managed to get his cock through the fly of Rod's boxers, and he even got it to bend over enough to allow him to wrap his pocket-covered fist over the head. But he really doubted he could get off like that. Finally, with only about five minutes to go, he thought about Rod's technique for a hands-free orgasm. He pulled his hand out of his pocket, sat up a little and crossed his legs like he'd seen Rod do. His cock was immediately enveloped in a fold of the soft khaki material. He began moving his hips as subtly as he could.

Jon was amazed to see this. He had figured out that Kenny was trying Rod's technique but couldn't understand why, especially since Kenny had told him that he was never able to cum without stroking it. But Jon had his own ejaculation to worry about. He quietly jiggled his boner, ready at any time to squirt some juice into his shorts - just enough to make a spot that would keep him from having to do it in front of all the guys.

Kenny was getting worried. His hip-thrusting against the khakis felt good, but the fabric was kind of thin and didn't provide any pressure on his cock. He didn't think it would be enough to make him shoot his load. Once again he shoved his hand in his pocket in an effort to give his cock some additional stimulation. He found that he could pull the fabric of his pants and make it slide against his throbbing hard-on. He put his other hand in his other pocket and began a tug of war, making the cloth slide back and forth. This he thought might work. But it was too late. The bell rang signaling the end of class. The students all stood up and quickly made their way out of the room.

Jon walked over to the still-seated Kenny. "Dude, what happened?" he asked, seeing Kenny's crotch was totally dry.

Kenny was desperately pulling his pants around and staring at the small cum stain on Jon's jeans. It wasn't going to work. He sighed and the tension left his body. "Let's go," was all he said.

As the boys walked to the meeting Kenny explained about the pocket seam.

"But if you show up at the meeting without a cum spot they're gonna make you jack off right there," Jon reminded him.

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 3)

By: MrCreamJeans & Ryan Michaels

 

 

 

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Tuesday couldn't come fast enough for either boy. Kenny had called the J.O.C.K. meeting for the morning break – right after second period when Kenny and Jon shared a class. Kenny had something special planned for Jon.

Social Studies, as usual, was a crashing bore. The teacher droned on and on about different forms of government while most of the class tried to stay awake. Jon and Kenny were definitely up – in more ways than one. Kenny had hoped that he'd be able to watch Jon doing it in class this time. But while Jon's seat was just in the next row, it was two behind Kenny's, so Kenny couldn't really check out the action without calling attention to his friend.

But that was ok today because Kenny was out to give Jon an extra turn-on. As they sat in class, with each boy steadily fingering his boner through his pocket, Kenny tried to time his surprise for maximum effect. He decided to cum quickly, at least ten minutes before the end of class. And, of course, he positioned himself so Jon would see the wet spot forming.

After jacking most of the period, with twelve minutes to go, Kenny quietly began releasing his cum into his pants. He didn't bother sitting up the way he did the last two times. He just remained slouched in his seat, his hand deep in his pocket, with his squirting boner poking straight up into the fabric of his loosest, baggiest jeans. The stain was shiny and very, very obvious. He was sure Jon could see it very clearly.

Suddenly, Kenny sat up and leaned over, resting his elbows on his desk. He had worn a shorter-than-usual t-shirt over his baggy pants. When he leaned forward like that, several inches of his boxers were exposed in the back – right where Jon could see them. He was sure Jon would notice.

Jon noticed all right. He had been on the verge of orgasm as he watched the hot cum soaking through Kenny's jeans. But when he saw Kenny's boxers showing, that took him way over the edge. What Kenny didn't know, though, was that Jon was wearing Kenny's cum-stained boxers! Poor Jon was so intensely turned on by seeing Kenny cum, and then feeling his own juice soaking into the same boxers Kenny squirted in, he couldn't control his orgasm the way he usually could.

Kenny heard a small grunt, followed by a cough, and he knew Jon was totally getting off in the next row. It was everything he could do not to turn around and look.

Jon's gaze was riveted on his buddy's boxer display as spurt after spurt of his creamy load literally filled Kenny's soft, old boxers. He was having trouble keeping his hips from thrusting with each wad. He finally sat up and took his hand out of his pocket, but his balls weren't going to stop until they had completely emptied themselves inside his pants.

After about a minute Kenny thought he heard Jon breathing again, so he risked turning around and looking. Even with Jon sitting Kenny could tell it had been a massive orgasm. He looked into Jon's face and grinned. Jon just shook his head slowly.

When the bell rang, both boys stood up and clutched their books to their laps. When they were out in the hall, Kenny said, "Well?"

Jon feigned anger. "You did that on purpose, leaned forward, and showed off your boxers to me."

Kenny couldn't help giggling. "Yup, I thought you'd like that."

"Well, the joke's on you, dude," Jon said. He pulled his books away just enough for Kenny to see the really big wet spot, and then he pulled his t-shirt up so Kenny could see that the mess of cum was in Kenny's own shorts!

"Fuck! You jizzed my boxers," Kenny said, sounding incredulous.

Before Jon could respond they had turned the corner to see the J.O.C.K group. Jon dropped his t-shirt and put his books back in front of him. As they approached they were seen by some of the other guys, and the guys parted their protective circle, and Kenny and Jon saw Rod, the usual winner of the wet spot contest – and he was jacking off through his pants! This meant that Rod had been unable to get off in his last class and was being forced to do it in front of the group.

"Whoa," Jon said. "Let's check this out." He began walking quickly toward the group. Kenny followed.

They arrived just in time to hear someone say, "There it goes!" And with that, Rod was ejaculating in his pants, to the full view of all the guys.

Rod looked up and the first thing he saw was Jon and Kenny staring at the front of his pants. Summoning his willpower, he released his cock and did his best to stand up straight. But his rigid cock was still spilling his milky load inside his pants, and powerful contractions kept him from standing straight for long. He squeezed his legs together like a five-year-old who had to pee, but nothing could stop the flow. Wet streamers appeared down his leg, the final embarrassment for a J.O.C.K. member.

Laughter and taunts erupted from the rest of the guys. Rod looked down at his pants to see a collection of wet blobs and streamers, not the usual big cum stain he usually made. He definitely wasn't going to win this week.

Kenny scanned the rest of the guys looking for exceptional wet spots. There were a few that approached his own, but none even close to Jon's. "Guys," he said. "Take a look at this week's winner." He then gestured to Jon, who moved his books out of the way. Somebody whistled, but most of them stood in stunned silence.

"No way," someone said. "He must've spilled some water on it or something!"

"Nope," Kenny said. "I can vouch for him. He did this in Social Studies class."

"He must've been freeballing then!"

Jon just smiled and lifted the bottom of his t-shirt. A quick moment of anxiety flashed across both Jon's and Kenny's faces when they realized that Jon was exposing the very same shorts that Kenny creamed last week! Jon quickly dropped his shirt hoping nobody noticed.

"Jon's the winner," someone proclaimed. A round of "all rights" and "way-to-go's" followed.

But one guy in the group did notice that Jon was wearing Kenny's shorts. It was Rod. After everyone compared spots and Jon set the meeting for next week (after second period, of course), the group split up. Jon and Kenny went their separate ways, but Rod followed Kenny.