From: man2man@netcom.com
Subject: Jockey/Jeansboy Fantasy (m/m)
Date: Mon, 29 May 1995 19:28:16 GMT

                     JOCKEY/JEANSBOY FANTASY
                            by Briefer

It was a Saturday morning in mid-summer when Tommy
Philips opened his eyes after a fitful sleep.  Yesterday his
parents had suddenly announced that they were going to visit
relatives over the week-end and that he would have to take
care of the house while they were gone.  Not that he didn't think
he could manage:  he was 14 going on 15 and looked
forward to being "in-charge" for a change.

What had kept Tommy tossing and turning all night were the
exciting thoughts that raced through his mind when he
began to think of the fun he and his best friend Billy
Townes would have together for the next two days.  Tommy and
Billy were in the same class at school, although Billy was
almost a year younger.  While Tommy was dark haired and
green eyed and kind of wiry, Billy was a blue-eyed freckle faced
towhead with a slender body softened a little by a
pinch of baby fat he had yet to grow out of.  Both boys
were incredibly cute, with faces you only see in cereal
commercials.

Tommy squirmed and stretched in bed, not a bit tired
from lack of sleep, excited as he was about the week-end.
Tommy knew he was good looking and liked to get off on himself in
the mirror.  And he thought Billy was just as cute.
In fact, they made such a handsome pair together, one of their
teachers liked to call them "my two sweet angels".

"Well," chuckled Tommy to himself, "Angels we aren't."
What turned Tommy on was trying to imagine how they
looked together playing, doing things together, sleeping
together - jacking off together, and even more.  The picture in
his mind of his friend dressed in that thin t-shirt and
worn Levis really set him off.  He remembered the way they
clung to Billy's body and the way the denim was ever-so-
slightly faded over the bulge in his crotch.  Tommy wondered
whether there was a reason why they were faded over just
that spot.

He thought of his own Levis, about the that extra
pair he kept hidden away - the ones he liked to put on when he
was feeling horny.  There was something about the feel
denim against his leg, the look of the bulge in front that
made him feel all hot and excited every time he put then on
Sometimes he would just stand in front of the mirror feeling
himself off, running his hands all over his body, massaging his
crotch.  All that rubbing had made the material fade
where it covered his genitals.

Thinking about Billy had kept Tommy horny, even when
he had managed to fall asleep.  So when he woke up he could feel
his cock straining against his white cotton briefs.
He reached down and gave them a squeeze.  The soft material felt
ever so good.  He always bought the lo-rise type that
rode his hips - the kind with no fly for his dick to flop
out of - with a pouch that held his cock and balls so they
made a bulge in front of his jeans.

A wet spot had appeared where his cockhead strained
against the cotton crotch.  The more he rubbed, the more
pre-cum surged out of his dick hole.  He had kicked the
covers now and was writhing on the mattress, one hand
kneading his balls, the other hand stroking his hard shaft.
He got out of bed still stroking his jockey pouch and went into
the bathroom and over to the toilet.  He was
amazed that his tool didn't even get soft as he peed.  His
mind was still on Billy, anticipating all the neat things
they'd be doing.  But it was all in his mind, he thought,
and he might as well make the best of the situation "at
hand."  Tommy smiled to himself.

He opened the glass shower door and turned on a warm
stream of water.  As he stepped in his cock twitched, and
he gave himself another grope.  The feeling of the warm
mist put goose bumps all over his arms.  His clinging briefs,
already damp from the cock juices oozing through them, began to
glisten.  The shower mist made them cling even more
obscenely to his genitals.

He stared down as every detail of his cock and balls
began to appear through the filmy material.  He could even
see the few pubic hairs which had sprouted over his
fourteen-year-old balls.  His white briefs were becoming
flesh colored as the shower spray soaked through.

Meanwhile, Billy had just left his house for Tommy's. The
two were neighbors, and it was only a couple of minutes bike-ride
to each other's house.  Billy got the exciting news about the
week-end from his friend the night before.  He had hopped out of
bed as soon as he woke up, threw on his
clothes and ran out the front door, to the startled delight of
his parents.

It was a beautiful day, and Billy felt great.  His
thirteen-year-old body was still adjusting to the new sensations
which puberty had brought.  The hormones coursing through
his veins seemed to meet between his legs.  It seemed his
prick had taken a life of its own.  Every day was a struggle to
keep his hands away from his crotch.

Billy was always horny in the morning.  As he rode his bike
down the street, his snug briefs held his cock and
balls so that every time he peddled they moved from side-to-side
in his jeans.  Tommy would have been thrilled to know
that the denim had the same effect on Billy as it did on
him.  In fact, Billy was wearing the pair that Tommy enjoyed
seeing him in so much.  His mother had noticed the faded
area around his fly too, but assumed it was just from the
bike riding.  And of course it partly was, which is why
Billy enjoyed riding his bike so much.

Billy's penis was already semi-hard from working his
legs back and forth.  He took his feet off the pedals and
let them hang.  His added weight on the seat made the tongue
press into his cock-stem.  When he reached Tommy's, he had
to look around to make sure no one could see the front of
his jeans when he got off the bike.

He knew Tommy's parents were gone, so he went on in
through the kitchen door.  He could hear water running as
he went upstairs where the shower was running.

As he sat down on the bed he looked around the room.
Just under the edge of the bed, next to his feet, was a pair of
briefs.  He reached down and picked them up.  His heart
started to thump as he brought them up to his face.  They
must have been from yesterday, because the aroma of his best
friend's genitals was still strong enough to get a good
whiff of.  He lay the pouch in his open hand and started
rubbing it over his nose and mouth.  He licked the cotton
material, then sucked it into his mouth, all the while
smelling the boy-juice from a day of Tommy's wearing them.
He lay back and spread his legs, letting his free hand roam all
over his mid-section while he mouthed his friend's
jockey shorts.

The shower stopped.  Billy sat up, a hand still
gripping his crotch.  He didn't want Tommy to see him in
such an aroused state, so he dropped the briefs to the
floor.  It was quiet now, with only a faint squishy sound.
He got up, slowly adjusting the front of his pants, and
carefully peeked through the bathroom door. Through the
shower door he could see his friend's torso.  He could make
out Tommy's hands furiously moving over his mid-section.

Tommy had his back to the door, so Billy tiptoed over to
spy through the gap between the shower door and the frame. His
cock twitched in his jeans.  There was Tommy, a trans-
parent pair of briefs clinging to his buttocks, working on
himself with his hands, legs flailing apart with every
stroke.

Billy could hear a soft moaning sound along with the
squishing.  "Wow," he thought, "He must really be going wild in
there."

The whole bathroom was steamy from the shower.  Billy's t-
shirt began clinging to his chest.  He was running his
hands up and down his thighs and around his crotch.  Pre-cum had
already soaked the front of his underpants and through
his jeans.  He just stood there in the corner matching Tommy
stroke-for-stroke.  He knew that what Tommy had on were like the
ones he had just been mouthing.  Finally, unable just to stand
there, he went over to the shower and pulled it open.       Tommy
spun around.  They both looked at each other.

"G-godamnit, couldn't you have knocked or something?" Tommy
stammered.  His hands were still squeezing the front
of his briefs, only half-trying to hide the swollen state
of his erection.

Billy wasn't about to stop his friend.  "Hell man,
I didn't know what I was walking into before it was too late.
Anyway, what's wrong with whacking off?  Just look down here."
  Tommy's eyes settled on the huge, damp bulge between
Billy's legs.  Obviously, his buddy was getting off just
looking at the action in the shower.  He swallowed hard at
the sight of his friend's obviously aroused state.  Both
boys stood there, taking in the odor of sex that had filled the
room.

Billy pressed around his bulge with both hands.

Tommy's mouth hung open as he watched Billy openly
masturbate through his jeans. It was enough for him to take up
Billy's movement.  Billy was rubbing up and down from the top of
his faded fly to the seam that ran underneath his
balls, thrilling his cock stem when he closed his legs around the
heels of his palms.

"Ooo Tommy jeeezz this is great." Billy gasped, "I
w-wuz smelling your jockey shorts out in the bedroom . . .
Nnngh . . . was so horny I just had to come in here."

Tommy wheezed and his body trembled.  "Whew, whew,
whh . . . wow.  I was just about to cum when you came in.
Now, kid, yer keeping me right on the edge wearing those hot
jeans of yours."

Billy could see jism pulsing out of Tommy's engorged
tool through transparent underpants.  Tommy cupped his balls and
squeezed them lovingly, cooing with delight.  His snug
briefs were stuffed with cock and balls, and Billy could see that
there wasn't enough material between his leg holes to
keep his balls in.  His ball sacks were pushing out from
beneath the elastic leg bands of his briefs.

They were getting off just watching each other as they
played with themselves.  Their bodies were practically bent over.
Lust had completely taken over.  Billy ran his hands over his
loins, then the bulge up front.  The supple jeans
hugging his thighs and basket felt damp to the touch.  The
moisture was awakening a feeling in him as it soaked into his
clothes.  He wanted to get wet.

Billy stepped into the shower with Tommy.  The light
blue denim was becoming darker as it soaked up shower spray
glancing off the wall.  He cupped his crotch.  His scrotum
was sensitive to the movement of soft, wet cotton against it. He
could feel the sperm in his balls.  The mixture of sweat and jism
and steam and denim produced an odor that reminded him of Tommy's
underpants.

"Nnnnggh . . ."  he moved his hands to the top of his jeans
and undid the button, then stuck his hands inside and started
giving himself a hand-job through his cum-soaked
briefs.

Through half closed eyes Tommy saw Billy's hands
moving inside those thin, faded Levis.  He saw the shape of
knuckles rolling under the wet jock, knowing the pleasure
they were giving his friend.  His hair was matted to his
forehead and a band of sweat beads ran across his freckled
nose.  His own hands were furiously stroking his genitals.
His meat flopped around in his jockeys, making a wet
smacking noise that reverberated all around them

Enclosed in the warm, wet, womb like space, isolated
from the rest of the world, they concentrated only on each
other and the feelings they were giving and receiving.  They were
two boys trying to make each other go crazy with sex
and watching the effect they were having on each other.

The smacking and the smells and most of all, the sight of
Tommy's best friend groaning and writhing and masturbating his
shiny, blue jeans right in front of him, and knowing
it was because of him that Billy was so hot. . . .

Tommy couldn't hold back any longer.  Semen started
shooting out of his cock, through his briefs, between his
fingers, then down the inside of his thighs. He let out a
choked gasp as he jacked himself off in front of his buddy. A
smile of pure lust was spread across his face.

"Ooooo, Ooooo . . .!"

Billy looked at the cum spewing through Tommy's shorts and
gave out a cry.  He pulled down his zipper just in time to show
Tommy his own briefs awash with sperm.  As his own
orgasm played out, he sank to his knees.

Water and sperm dripped from Tommy's jockey pouch and down
his legs.  His briefs glistened as he moved his hand
over them.  He pressed his genitals with his palms, trying
to squeeze out every last ounce of juice.  His knees started to
shake, and he too started to sink down into the tub.

Neither boy had stopped working their crotches.  Their
organs were still producing orgasms even after their cocks
had stopped ejaculating.

Shh-sh-sh-sh . . . gggghhh I can't stop Tommy, it
feels soooo good."

"Ohh, gahw . . . me too.  Unnngh, ohhh, it's makin me crazy
. . . b-but I don't wanna stop!"

"EEEEEEE . . ."  They both screamed as orgasms
continued to rack their lithe bodies.  They were like two
snakes entwined.  They had never felt this way - ever.  Now they
lay back - legs splayed over legs, wet denim moving
against wet jockey shorts - openly savoring these new
sensations, feeding off each other's lust.


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