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: My Best Friend (Part 3)

By: Lucas Miller

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Josh had to go to class later in the afternoon. Although I had hoped we would stay in bed all day, it was also nice to spend some time alone. I reflected over the events of the past two days. I smiled at the memory of Josh and me in the showers starting our fun together. Then there was the pleasurable blowjob I had given to Carl behind the garage. Then, of course, there was Marc. My heart raced at the thought of him wearing my underwear, his mouth on my cock, and the wonderful sensation of his ass surrounding my dick as I fucked him.

Marc was the first and only guy I had fucked. But even before we'd had sex I felt a different kind of attraction to him. I hoped that he wasn't upset about Josh and me spending the morning together. I wanted to stay close with Marc… I wanted to continue to see him. I wondered if Josh would mind including him in our sexual play. They had fucked too, so why not?

All of this passed through my mind as I showered. The showers were quite busy, but I was oblivious to those around me. When I had finished I returned to Josh's room and dressed. I thought that I would spend a couple of hours exploring the campus. Before leaving, however, I noticed that Marc's computer was on. I went over to see if I could access it to check my e-mail. Luckily, he didn't have his computer password protected.

When I opened the browser, out of curiosity I checked his bookmarks and found some gay sites. Towards the end of his bookmark list was a page titled "My Blog". I clicked on it, and what loaded was an online journal Marc had been keeping. There was a list of entries, with the first one dated over two years ago. He had been in high school then.

It felt wrong violating Marc's privacy, but curiosity had the better of me, and I clicked on the first entry. It began with: "A new life began today…"

I was worried that Marc might come in while I was reading this, so I hit the print key and watched as page after page after page came out of the printer. It took nearly fifteen minutes to print the entire journal. When it was finally done, I closed the site, then deleted my browsing history so Marc wouldn't know I had accessed his journal. After gathering up the pile of papers, I put them in my knapsack and, without even bothering to check my email, I left the room.

I found out right away that the campus was in constant motion. There were so many people around that it was impossible to find a quiet place to sit and read Marc's journal. In the end I decided to go to the library to find a private corner.

On the first floor nearly all the chairs were filled, so I went to the elevator and took it to the sixth floor. There were fewer people there and I found a relatively private place to sit. I say relatively because I was probably about twenty feet from a couple who were studying together, mixed with some giggling on the girl's part when her boyfriend would whisper things in her ear and touch her. But I wasn't going to find any better place to sit.

I pulled the journal out of my knapsack and started to read it:

A new life began today. I have spent my life in near isolation, keeping others away from me, preferring to be alone. My dating experience is slim. I have kissed only two girls and I am almost seventeen. I have never touched a girl's boobs or had sex with a girl. Strangely, I never even think about it. It's not that I am disgusted by sex or girls, but having sex with the girls I know doesn't seem comfortable to me. I thought one day I would get comfortable with girls, but it hasn't happened. I think I found out why, today.

I know I am taking a chance writing about this and putting it online. Although I know the Internet is so vast that the likelihood of someone stumbling upon my blog is very small (It's not like I advertise it, give the URL to people or share it), I still know I am taking a risk of exposing myself to my classmates and family. I suppose if this does happen it would be a good way to let those who are close to me know who I really am.

So, my life truly started today. It totally happened by accident (I think). I had been sick yesterday and had forgotten to get an assignment from Mr. Morgan, my English teacher. After school I remembered the missed assignment and went back to his classroom. It was empty, but I heard movement coming from Mr. Morgan's office, which is connected at the back of the room.

I made my way toward it. The door was closed, but not completely. There was a small crack between the door and door jam. I peered in and saw Mr. Morgan digging through the bottom of his desk drawer. His back was to me. I was going to knock, but the way he was searching made me a little curious as to what he was looking for. I decided to wait until he found it, then I would go in.

Finally, Mr. Morgan pulled out a magazine from far back in the drawer. He opened it up and began leafing through it. As he did this he turned his chair to the side so that he was partially facing me. I could clearly see his face. He was smiling and licking his lips.

Mr. Morgan is a pretty cool teacher. He gives us a lot of work, but is always cool about grading. No one ever failed his class. He is also pretty good looking for a guy in his thirties. He has short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a trim body. It was strangely exciting watching him without his knowledge. I was able to really look him over.

Then he held up the magazine and I could see the cover. It had a man in a leather outfit standing next to another guy in what looked like a ski mask. The man in leather held a chain that ended at a collar around the other guy's neck. It was a gay magazine!

I couldn't believe Mr. Morgan was gay. This was a good piece of gossip, but I realized I didn't have anyone I would really tell it to. I continued to watch.

Mr. Morgan was rubbing the front of his dress pants. He set the magazine down and opened his zipper. He pulled his dick out of his pants through his opened zipper, and it was hard! I was stunned by how long and thick his dick was. It had to be at least eight inches long. Much bigger than mine. And there he was moving his hand over it.

What surprised me the most was that my own dick was now hard in my pants. I wanted to pull mine out, too, but I had books in my hand and was afraid to move for fear of him hearing me. So I stayed still and just watched.

As I read Marc's words I started to become aroused. Although I was far enough from the giggling couple, I thought it would be best to be alone. I located the men's room and went inside. It was empty, so I took the last stall. I pulled down my pants and sat down on the toilet. I continued to read:

Mr. Morgan was beginning to sweat and moan. My dick was doing its best to tear through my underwear and jeans. It hurt like hell and I had to release it from its confines. As quietly as I could, I stepped back and set my books down on a desk in the last row. I moved just as quietly back to the door.

Mr. Morgan's hand was moving quickly over his hard dick now. I unzipped my jeans, reached inside and pulled out my own dick. I began copying his every motion. When he slowed down, I slowed down. When he quickened his pace, I followed. When he began pulling at his balls, I started pulling at my balls.

My own cock was rock hard now and I started to imagine Marc's encounter with his teacher. I anticipated Marc's next move, hoping he would storm into the room and suck Mr. Morgan's cock. I read on:

I could tell Mr. Morgan was getting close to cumming. His moaning was getting a little louder and he was starting to grunt a little. Then a long string of cum flew from his dick and landed on the floor. Another smaller glob landed on his pants. The rest ran down the side of his dick.

I also started to cum. Most of it ended up in my hand, but some remained on my dick. I had never done it before, but with no other option, I ate the cum from my hand and then wiped my hands on the back of my jeans before stuffing my dick back into them and zipping up.

Quietly, I went back over to where I had laid my books and picked them up. Moving back to the outside of his office, I waited until he had put his dick back in his pants, then I knocked on the door.

He greeted me pleasantly, but with noticeable nervousness. I asked for my assignments and he got them together quickly. As he was doing it I noticed the magazine still on his desk. He caught me looking at it and his eyes got wide. I just smiled at him, and then he handed me the assignments. "Thanks, Mr. Morgan," I said, took another glance down at the magazine and then left his office and his classroom.

This was the end of the first entry. I flipped through a few more of the pages and saw Mr. Morgan's name throughout several of them. I hoped there was more to their encounter.

I was going to jerk off, but I heard someone come in. Whomever they were, they moved down toward my stall and ended up right on the other side of the door. They stayed there for a few seconds, then went to the stall right before mine. It was very odd. It was only then, drawing my eyes away from my reading material for the first time that I noticed a hole in the wall of the stall where the toilet paper holder should have been.

Moments later a half-hard dick poked through it. "You want to suck this?" the guy whispered.

All Male Fiction: The J.O.C.K. Club (Part 6)

By: MrCreamJeans

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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?"

"Sure."

"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.

All Male Fiction: The DILF Next Door (Part 1)

By: Ryan Michaels
ryanxxx@hotmail.com

 

 

 

The Morrison's had lived next door to us for longer than I'd been alive. Both they and my parents bought their houses from the builder of the development before they were even built. At the time both were young couples in their twenties, recently married, and purchasing a home suitable for starting a family. That was just over twenty years ago, and today the Morrison's have two children, a twenty-one year old daughter named Melissa, who was away at University, and an eighteen year old son named Tyler. I was an only child, and, like Tyler, I was eighteen as well.

Given that we lived next door to each other, were the same age, and were in all the same classes during public school and some in high school as well, it was only natural that Tyler and I would end up being friends. Growing up, we played together a lot… and when we hit our teenage years, we started playing together in a totally different way.

Young, curious about sex, and always horny, Tyler and I started jerking off together. That eventually led to playing with each other's dicks, and then, eventually, blowjobs. Well, I gave him blowjobs. Tyler never once gave me one.

Of course, I tried to convince him to try it. After all, I had never had one before at that point and wanted to know what it felt like, too. But after a while I stopped trying to get him to return the favor, for it quickly became clear that Tyler was straight and, to him, what we were doing was just a way to try sex, a way to get off.

I on the other hand knew I liked boys, and only boys, and was just happy to be playing with and sucking a dick. I liked playing with Tyler like that, and I liked that he believed that we were both just playing around, helping each other out, and didn't suspect that I was actually gay, but there was someone else I wanted to play with even more… his dad!

Tyler's dad was forty-four, totally hot, and most definitely a DILF! He worked out and it showed. He often worked outside, cutting the grass and doing gardening without a shirt on, and usually wearing just a pair of shorts. His body was cut, and he was strong and muscular. A real Alpha male.

When I wasn't servicing his son's cock, I spent a lot of time stroking my own, thinking about him. Sometimes I even jerked off while peering out my window at him as he worked outside, bare-chested and sweaty, muscles bulging, and that very nice sized bulge that always showed in the front of his shorts bouncing about as he moved.

The more I sucked Tyler's cock, the more I found myself thinking about his dad, pretending it was his cock I was sucking. And then, one day after school when I was over at Tyler's house, something happened. We were in the basement and I was sucking his cock. No one was home, but his dad ended up coming home early from work. Neither Tyler nor I even realized he'd arrived home until I saw him on the basement stairs from the corner of my eye. Tyler had his head back and his eyes closed, so he didn't see him. The strange thing was, his dad just stood there for a moment, taking in what he had walked in on, and then just turned and quietly went back upstairs.

I quickly figured that he stood for a moment, shocked by what he was seeing, and then just didn't want to embarrass his son or himself and chose to leave instead. I tried to stop sucking off Tyler, but he, not knowing his dad had come home, and me not wanting to tell him his dad had just seen me sucking on his cock, insisted that I continued to blow him until he came. And so I did.

After I got Tyler off with my mouth, he offered to give me a hand job so I could get off, too, but, knowing his dad was home, I made the excuse that I had to get home and would do it myself later. We then headed upstairs for me to leave.

As Tyler opened the front door and I stepped outside, Tyler's dad was by his car in the driveway, making like he had just gotten home. I felt really awkward and looked down at the ground as I veered across the lawn over to my house and then quickly ducked inside.

As soon as I had closed the door, I took the steps two at a time up to my bedroom and immediately shoved my pants and underwear down and started taking care of my horny prick. Despite feeling embarrassed and awkward after being caught by Mr. Morrison, now, with my hard cock in my hand, I found myself thinking about Tyler's dad seeing me sucking cock, sucking his son's cock, and I came fast, and hard.

Once I came down from the joy of an ejaculation, I began to worry that Mr. Morrison might say something to Tyler about what he had walked in on. If that happened, not only would I feel for Tyler having to deal with the knowledge that his dad saw him getting his dick sucked by another guy, but it could also mean that he'd no longer let me suck his cock. And with his dick being the only dick I got to suck, that would mean no more dick for me, and that would, well, suck!

I had an even bigger worry, though. Mr. Morrison and my dad had become friends over the twenty-some years they had been neighbors. They would shoot the shit together when both were outside at the same time, watch sports together (usually at his house), once and a while go out for a beer together, and my dad would sometimes work out with Mr. Morrison in the Morrison's home gym in their basement. So there was a distinct possibility that he could tell my dad that he'd caught me performing oral sex on his son. I wasn't ready to come out to my family just yet, or to anyone for that matter, and I wasn't sure if I could handle my dad finding out I was gay at that point and time, especially like that.

The very next day, though, Tyler wanted to get sucked off, and he never said anything about his dad coming home early the day before and seeing us. That gave me a great sense of relief. I felt even more relieved, when, after my dad came home from working out with Mr. Morrison the day after that, it became clear that Tyler's dad was not going to blab about what he'd walked in on, because my dad never said anything to me and never gave me any kind of look that would indicate he knew.

I was overjoyed that Tyler's dad was going to keep this little bit of knowledge to himself and that no one would find out. I was also kind of turned on by the fact that Mr. Morrison now knew that I liked to suck dick. Not that it changed anything. He was still straight, still married, and still just a hot fantasy that would never become a reality.

 
But just a couple of weeks later, all of that went out the window when I found myself in the Morrison's backyard, standing in front of the sliding glass door to the basement, mouth agape, and frozen to the spot as I looked through it. Just as I had assumed Tyler's dad had been shocked at seeing his son getting his cock sucked by the boy next door, now I was the one who stood shocked at what I was seeing: there, on his knees, was my dad, sucking off Mr. Morrison!

All Male Fiction: Subway Suck

By: Unknown Author & Ryan Michaels

 

 

It was around two in the morning as I boarded the subway, taking a seat in the last car, which was completely empty. Not a big surprise at that time of the morning. I was traveling home from the downtown area, and I began reading an old newspaper someone had left behind to pass the time since I had to travel to the very end of the line. I was enjoying the quiet of the empty car until the train pulled into a station and a young man got on and sat down opposite me.

Of all the places to sit, I thought, wondering why he sat facing me when there was an entire empty car of seats to choose from.

As the subway crawled out of the station, I took the opportunity to peek at him from behind my newspaper, as the young guy stared out the window. He had a handsome face, with dazzling eyes, a nose that fit his face perfectly, and full lips. Solidly built, he was wearing a muscle shirt that clung to his body, revealing nicely developed pecs, erect nipples standing out against the fabric, and a flat, hard stomach.

 
As I was checking him out, he pulled his left leg up, put his foot on the seat, and leaned back with the back of his head touching the window. He placed his hand on his raised knee and closed his eyes.

What he apparently didn't notice was that the leg of his shorts had slid up and allowed me a free and full view. He wasn't wearing underwear, and hanging down his left thigh was his cock and a set of smooth low hanging balls. The head of that cock was almost sticking out of the end of his shorts.

My throat felt dry and my heart skipped more than one beat. I was mesmerized and put the newspaper down on the seat next to me and just continued to gawk between his beefy legs.

Then just moments later the subway train suddenly came to a halt and then the lights went out.

Seconds later, emergency lights came on followed by an announcement over the speakers saying: "We're sorry but we are experiencing a power outage on the tracks. We ask that all passengers remain in their seats. Do not attempt to pass through the doors between cars. The problem should be rectified shortly. If the problem is not resolved within half an hour, a subway attendant will make his way through the cars and will escort passengers safely through the cars and the tunnels to the next station. We thank you for your patience."

"This sucks!" the young guy blurted, opening his eyes and pulling his head forward, and I averted my eyes from where they had been looking.

In the state I was in, hearing him say the word "suck" filled my head with only one thought: his cock! And, with his eyes now focused elsewhere, my eyes went back to stare down at his crotch… or up his pant leg, I should say.

As I stared, my eyes widened slightly when I saw his penis twitch and then begin to move a bit. I looked up and his attention was not focused on me at all, so I looked back down. His dick continued to move and quickly grew to a state of semi-erectness. I licked my lips at the sight of it, and then I heard the sound of the guy clearing his throat.

I looked up and the young stud was looking right at me. "Hey! Are you looking up my shorts, dude?" he asked.

Feeling more than a little embarrassed, I replied, "What? No! I wasn't looking at you at all," and I quickly looked away.

"Yes, you were. You were trying to get a peek at my dick, weren't you?"

"No! I wasn't looking at you. Please, just leave me alone," I responded, a bit fearful now of what this younger, stronger guy might do to me after catching me looking up his shorts as we sat trapped all alone in a subway car stuck in a tunnel.

"Yeah you saw my dick, and you liked getting a look at it," he said nodding at my crotch.

I knew I had gotten hard, but what I didn't know, what I found out when I looked down at my crotch, was that my hard-on was tenting my pants.

I grabbed the newspaper and put it over my crotch and then looked back up at him, my face feeling flushed again. "I, uh, was just thinking about screwing my wife when I get home," I blustered.

"Yeah? Is fucking your wife's cunt what's really got you all boned up, or was it the thought of sucking on this?" he said as he reached down into his shorts, pulled his semi-erect cock out the top, and then wrapped his hand around it and began tugging on it.

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

By: MrCreamJeans

 

 

 

Read Part 4 | Read Part 1

 

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

 

 

 

Read Part 3 | Read Part 1

 

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.