From: jokstrpboy@aol.com (Jokstrpboy)
Subject: Smokin' at Phil's (M/M, teen)1/?
Date: 3 May 1995 14:57:06 -0400

My Story: Smokin' at Phil's  (send feedback to Jokstrpboy@AOL.com)

During the summer vacation between high school and college, I used to
support my taste in beer and pot by working in a large restaurant. I was
one of a number of busboys.  Really menial work, lots of dirty dishes, old
food all over the place. I never really got to know many of the other
busboys until one night after work, when I decided to hit the local pub
accross the road to relax a bit. Naturally I smoked on the way over, and
this one kind of geeky kid, Phil,  apparently caught on, 'cause he
commented on the smell of my cologne.  I knew what he meant since the only
odors comin' off me was the sweat from work, the smell of old food, and
the weed. He asked me if I had any more. I didn't, but told him that I'd
bring some tomorrow. 
I was 19 at the time, didn't know which end should be up. I was on the
baseball and swim team in high school, and my body showed it in a subtle
way. Nice arms, stomach, and an ass made for a jockstrap, but not a hulk.
I'm kind of a short guy with straight jet-black hair and brown eyes. I was
ripe, smooth, decent looking. Not much chest hair.  You get the picture.
Being in sports in the limited way I was gave me the opportunity to learn
about jock-straps.  I still have my original high-school one. It had the
narrow waist-band. Those things turned me on incredibly, as did old,
mangled underwear.
Anyway, I kind of liked Phil. He was geeky, thin, longish brown hair, wore
glasses. Sort of reminded me of the classic nerd. He was kind of self
conscious or something. I thought I made him nervous, he never seemed to
make eye contact. But I knew he liked me, and we made a ritual of hangin'
out after work at that local bar (after smoking in the car, of course). I
liked hangin' with him because he seemed to want to let me be the one to
guide the conversation and generally be the leader. The city soon passed a
new law upping the drinking age to 21, and we could no longer hit the bar
after work. So we started hangin' out in the basement of his house, a
couple miles away.  I don't know why I felt the way I did, but I was
beginning to be affected by his adulation of me. I was just a normal dude
but he seemed to idolize me, though nothing was said.  I had the feeling
that he liked my tight body, I caught him checkin my crotch out before.
Made me kind of horny to show it off for him. That's when I came up with
the plan. Since we were now in the habit of goin' to his place after work,
I started to bring a change of clothes with me. Since the only place I'd
be going to after his place was home, I realized that I could change into
just about clothing I felt like at his place. Also, I could wear any type
of underwear, and he'd be the only one to see it, since I'd decided to
change in front of him, in his makeshift family room in the basement. So,
that was my plan, to give him a first class show. To act as innocent as
could be, but show him my smooth, young stuff and give him a first class
teen boner fantasy. I really wanted him to think he was on top of the
situation, though.  I didn't want him to know that I was doin' any of
this. It had to look fairly normal, for my fantasy to work.
Being that age, two things happen a lot. First, I was still growing.
That's why I could wear jeans that I was severely grown out of without
looking too strange, 'cause that's the way things are when your body's
growin like that.  Secondly, like everyone else our age, I'd spring boners
all the time. So it wouldn't appear out of the ordinary to him if I were
to spring a fat one as we were sittin' there, me on an old couch, him on a
beat up recliner opposite me that he must have gotten from the garbage
somewhere.

After the first night I came over,I realized that we would be alone down
there every night (his parents would go to sleep early). So on the second
night I started being a teen exhibitionist. 

On the way over (we took our own beat up cars, of course) I started to
think about what a horny idea this was. Before I came to work, I put on a
really old pair of abused underwear, about two sized too small. I used to
jack my teen meat off wearing them all the time. Had to hide 'em from my
parents cause they were all grey, ripped, stretched, and stained. Plus
they were way too small for me. You could even see some of my pubes
stickin' out on top. That's how small they were. They were way stretched
out in the leg holes and basket as a result of my springin' bones in 'em
and yankin' and tuggin' at my meat so often. I brought a nearly obscene
pair of Wrangler jeans, all faded where I would rub my hard meat, and a
way too small cut-off t-shirt, to show off my tight stomach and arms. In
the car I pushed my now half-hard boy-dick down to my thigh, so that he
might not notice that I was hard already. I planned on givin' that boy a
real show.

When we got to the basement. I slowly started to peel off my work shirt,
and unbuttoned my pants while he was packing a bowl. I saw him sneak looks
at my stomach and my armpits. He seemed more quiet  than usual. I waited
until  he lit up the bowl to take of the black work pants.  Since we'd
want to finish the pot, and not let it just burn in the bowl on it's own,
I'd have an excuse to stand there longer smoking reefer in nothing but my
tattered boy Hanes.

I could see that he was breathing heavy, and it wasn't just the pot. I was
standing in front of him (he was sitting on the recliner) with my not
quite half-hard crotch about 10 inches from his eyes. He passed me the
bowl and I inhaled, I passed it back to him and stretched while holding
the smoke, giving him a great hard muscle pose of my built arms and chest,
and pushing out my basket a little, just to tease him a bit more. My boy
dick swelled out a little more, and he seemed real nervous now. Then I got
the shirt and jeans, put them on and pushed my big basket down and to one
side in the leg of the jeans. I was definitely half hard. and then some. 
With my dick stuffed down one leg of my jeans, and my balls down the
other, and pretty much boned, my basket looked fuckin' hot, man.  I caught
my dick hungry boy checkin' my stuff out every so often. Once in a while,
when he was lookin', I'd make it look like I had an itch, and would rub my
by now very prominent dick, or adjust my balls. I really wanted to tease
my nerd boy, get him droolin' for dick. We sat there for a while, just
watchin' television, him watchin' me, me watchin' him watch me. It was
time to go, I knew I'd have plenty of time to develop the game to the next
level. I'd have more fun with bein' a prick tease in the many days to
come. As I drove home, I stuck my hand down my pants. Yeah, my dripping
dick had soaked my raunchy rag briefs. I opened my jeans, and the car
began to smell of sex. I rubbed my crotch through my funky underwear  as I
was thinkin' of Phil starin' at my stuff as he's shakin' bad, that's how
much he wants my fuckin' fat pole. I grabbed my crotch real hard and
started to yank everything up, down, sideways, till I gasped as I reached
that point where I knew I couldn't help myself, and I fuckin' blasted off
in my stinkin' shorts so bad that I was afraid I'd go under while I'm
speedin' down the country road. Wow, that was so fuckin' cool. I couldn't
wait for tomorrow night, smokin' at Phils.     


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Smokin' at Phil's pt. 2 (M/M jockstrap,exhibitionism,grass)

Don't read if you're not supposed to, etc..

The next day I thought I'd push things a bit. The game I was playing was
getting me more hot each day. I wanted Phil to see my dick, somehow. Man,
I wanted him to want my body real bad. My exhibitionist fantasy grew more
hot as the day went on. I knew he was major hot for my hot stud body. This
made me just so absolutely fuckin' hot to show off my shit for him. Today
I wanted to really go as far as I could and see if I would get him totally
raging horny enough to basically beg for my hot, teen stuff.

On my way to work, I stopped off at the gym and did a tenacious workout. I
was pumped. After my shower, I just put back on my jockstrap that I worked
out in, which I got my dad to buy for me when I was a sophmore in high
school.  God, jockstraps must've been invented for showoffs like me. They
feel so good, the open air blowing around my pink little ass-hole and all.
Wow, it just turns me on.  My swimmer boy butt looks excellent framed in a
jock. I wear my dick down in a jock, and when you're wearin it and start
to get a bone, the pouch fills out obscenely.

After workin at the restaurant, Phil and I headed to his damp basement.
The heat was unbelievable that day, and though we were in his basement, it
was still hot as hell. Phil had changed into some typically nerdy looking
khaki shorts and an oversize t-shirt, which only made him look thinner and
more book-worm looking than he already was. As was our ritual, we smoked
some grass. I had my gym bag with me and was already half-hard, probably
dripping already. I took off my work shirt, then my pants. Poor Phil,I
thought, as my teen boy started to cough abit. Probably wasn't the pot,
but the sight of my hard-boy body in front of him wearin' nothing but my
old tattered, funky-ass high school jock, standing there sweating in front
of him with a fat, greasy teen-bone pointing down in the nearly grey,
sweat and cum stained pouch which was streched out obscenely. Next, I
casually  turned away from him to get my old gym shorts out of my workout
bag. Of course, I made sure I flexed my butt muscles enough so he'd start
droolin' over my white swimmer-boy ass. As I bent over to the floor to get
my shorts, I gave my nerd friend a great shot of my little pink hole. I
was sure the dude could even see my mostly hard dick and my balls pointing
down between my legs. I could almost feel his eyes on that point where the
leg-straps meet at the bottom of now soakin' jock pouch.

So I retrieved my old cotton school-issue gym shorts out of my bag, and
slipped 'em on over my bulgin' jockstrap. Phil's not doin' too good in the
meantime. He's lookin all red in the cheeks and all nervous and shaky. I'm
just talkin' as usual, makin' as it's normal to be showin' off my fuckin'
hot little body to this guy. I sat down on the couch, with my jockstrap
hangin' out of my high school gym shorts, yakking with my nerd bud as if
nothin' unusual is goin' on. We're still smokin' up and the conversation
continues in what seems like another world, my whole attention is on my
crotch. Thinkin' about Phil lookin' at my stuff is makin' me as fuckin'
hot as him, man. I can barely take it. It would take nearly nothin' to get
me to spunk off in my jock. As it is, I'm fuckin' leakin' all over the
fuckin' thing, and my boy rod is throbbin' like crazy, pushin' the pouch
of my filthy jock at least three inches past the leg opening of my gym
shorts. I keep movin' my legs open and closed alot which causes my fat
teen dickhead to rub on the inside of my thigh, the friction makin' my
meaty boy cock ooze even more goo out of the gaping, meaty head. 
I've gone past the game now. I've become a savage boy in fuckin' heat,
oozin' hard. I gotta get it, now. It started out as me teasin' my nerdy
friend, but now, I was as hot and bothered by it as he was. Maybe even
more. My reefer hazed brain thought of two things: my fuckin' wildly hot
dick, and how this was affecting Phil. 

I'm sure he was wondering what might happen next. After all, he's sitting
opposite me, getting a great view of my swimmer's body wearin nothing, as
I've said, but a well-used jockstrap hangin' out of the leg-hole of my
tattered high school gym shorts. I fuckin' looked like one of those
cartoons in Freshmen Magazine. You know the type, horny oblivious teen
meat with generous muscles and way generous bulges, just made for hot
boy-sex. The way I was sitting on the couch only exaggerated the image of
me as way hot teen meat. I was slouched into the couch with my well built
arms behind my head. My smooth legs were wide open. Because I kept
slouching my butt farther toward the end of the seat, my gym shorts were
knotting up and making their way into the sweaty valley of my hot butt,
separating my hairless ass globes and making burning contact with my now
sensitive, steaming hot pink boyhole. More and more of my jockstrap was
showing, with the pressure from my hard-on and the seam in my shorts
causing my crotch to be clearly divided down the center. Looking through
the way old and tight shorts stretched-out leg holes, Phil could easily
see that my stinking, dripping wet jockstrap could barely contain my balls
pushin' out of the left leg hole, and my very hard and drooling hose
snakin' it's way out of the right side. He could also see the leg straps
of the jock as they followed the  mounds of my swimmer's ass and
dissappeared underneath. 
As I adjusted my sitting position, it happened.  The pressure of my fat,
teen hard-on was too much for my old funky jock. My fuckin' teen spud dick
popped out of side of the filthy, juicy and sweatyjockstrap, exposing my
lurching, drooling teen meat to Phil's dick-crazed eyes.
"Sorry, dude. Smokin' dope always makes me throw a fuckin' boner, man" I
said to Phil, who looked paralyzed starin' at my crotch with his mouth
hangin' open with his tongue slowly movin' around like some kind of a
dog."It fuckin' happens all the time, dude. I guess I need some cunt". Me
talkin' about my predicament made my nerd friend snap to a little bit,
since he now knew that he was caught lookin' at my hot basket. I was still
just acting, playin' the part of the horny straight teen-boy lookin' for a
way to get my nuts off. I pretended to try to re-pack my pre-cum slimed
boner into my jock strap by seductively spreading my legs, reaching into
the leg hole of my shorts and trying to hold onto my teen dick with one
hand, while trying to pull the jockstrap pouch over it with the other.
Phil just kept gawking at this fuckin' amazing show I was putting on just
for him, getting redder and redder as his boy hormones kicked into fucking
overdrive. I kept manipulating my cock, trying to get the pouch to cover
it in its former pointed down position, but because my wet dick had just
been exposed to the air, it grew to its full lenth, and I couldn't get my
jock pouch over my dick the way it had been earlier. "fuck, dude" I said
casually, "I can't believe I'm this fuckin' boned, man" So, I stood up,
stuck my hand inside the gym shorts and grabbed my big teen-nuts, and
yanked 'em out of the left side of my jockpouch. Then I grabbed hold of my
flaming hot dick and yanked it up and out of the right side of my
jockstrap pouch. The jockstrap was still on, except the pouch was now only
covering the thick, hard root of my spooging boy meat. Next I yanked up on
the waistband of my jockstrap, which caused my dripping member to be
totally full of blood, gasping with each beat of my racing heart. I then
rearranged my gym shorts, and sat back down as if it were just normal to
have to fix my teen boner the way I just did. Of course, as I sat down, I
said "Fuck, man, sorry about that, my dick's got a fuckin' mind of its
own". Phil is just zoning on the scene, unable to say a word. The way my
stuff is hangin' now, he thinks that I don't know he can see my teen
stuff, 'cause I made it look and sound like I think I'm less exposed, now.
Which is only partially true. Although I can see less of my stiff boy meat
now than before, Phil's got an awesome view. He can see hangin' out of my
left leg hole my fat and tight swimmer nuts, all full of boy juice waitin'
to explode. Out of the other leg hole is a perfect view of my fat high
school boner. He can see the blood filled head bouncing and throbbing
urgently against my thigh. My  monster boner is continually spewin' out
juice, and when I move my leg, my pounding dick head slides on my thigh,
causing my distended, meaty piss-slit to crank out even more lube. Once in
a while, as I just keep rambling on, I squeeze my ass-cheeks together,
which causes my teen dick-head just get fuckin' angrier and slimier, and
my balls to tighten up even more. Phil's just starin' at me and shakin'
real bad with an absolute fuckin' bitch in heat kind of look. His tongue
is hangin' out an' movin' around a little and I could tell he was
imagining what it would be like to take the tip of his tongue and lick
lightly on that tight area between my head and the thick shaft, where most
of my fuck juice was droolin' onto.
He'd have to fuckin' rape me soon, if I kept this this tease goin' much
longer. So, as part of the conversation which, by the way, was continuing
on mindlessly in the background, I asked "You got any stroke mag's layin'
around I can borrow for the night?" He responded "What? ..oh, you mean
magazines? Yeah, I got some my brother left when he took off for college".
He got up to get them, and when he stood up, he self-conciously turned
away before he was fully standing. I knew at that moment that he still
figured I was some sort of a super hot straight-boy. After all, if he
thought I was into doin' the nasty with him, he wouldn't have turned to
hide his  aching nerd-stiff from me. I felt satisfied knowing that my
fuckin' tease-act was so convincing.

While Phil went into what looked like the furnace-room, I generously
packed another bowl of what seemed liked awfully potent weed and lit up.
Phil returned, set the magazines on the garbage-picked wooden cocktail
table in front of the beat up couch I was sprawled on. He sat on the table
facing me so we didn't have to get up to pass the bowl back and forth. So
to pass the bowl back to him, I casually moved forward so far on the seat
of the couch that my throbbing dickhead actually touched his rough knee
for an instant. Let me tell you, I was so fuckin' hot that the slightest
touch, the smallest rub could have sent me spewin' off into my bleached
out shorts. And I had felt that way for twenty minutes already. Constantly
on the edge of blowin' it. Well, when that happened, his cheeks turned
instantly red, and he quietly kind of sighed. Or moaned, I wasn't sure.
Fuck, I had this guy absolutely tortured. A little dab of my lube juice
dampened his knee, creating a bridge of pre-cum between my distended,
meaty dick head and his leg as I moved back to my former, sprawled out
position. "I'm so fucked up, dude" I said. Phil agreed, complimenting me
on the quality of the reefer.
I opened up one of his magazines. It was well worn and a bit crusty from
cum soaking jerk-off sessions. The one I was looking at was was mostly
this younger, decent looking and built guy getting sucked off by a
typically whorish-looking broad. He had a long, dick. One shot showed a
close-up of the girl tonguing his under-head. "Holy fuck, dude, that looks
hot!" I said to my buddy, who came over and sat next to me to look at what
I was talking about. The pictures to me weren't really that exciting, but
this whole scene was fryin' me. My teen nuts were churnin' up so much goo
that my gym shorts were by now obviously soaked with my precum. My dick
pulsing out of control was sliding around in the boy goo. Although Phil
was now unable to see my boy rod straight-on since he was sitting next to
me, he sure could see the outline of my teen dick throbbing in the wet
spew stain in my gym shorts. I made it look like I was looking at the fuck
books, but I was more interested in what he was looking at. And his object
was me. I'm sure he could feel my teen heat and smell my sex and sweat in
the air. Fuck, my armpits were dripping as much as my fat tool. "Dude,
these are some hot fuckin' pictures. I'm on the fuckin' bone big time!"  I
said tauntingly as I grabbed my boy-meat roughly at the base, the ridge of
my teen cock head visible through the flimsy material of my gym shorts. As
I kept lookin' at the mags I kept up my self-groping and rubbing. To give
him more, I grabbed my teen nuts with one hand and used my fuck finger on
my right hand to gently tease my throbbing, slippery dick head, still
through my gym shorts. Phil, by now, had abandoned any pretense of lookin'
at the fuck books, and just stared, mesmerized by my hot teen stuff. Time
was up, time to do it.  I turned to him while both hands were still
abusing my body and hissed out with desperation "Fuck, I'm horny. I gotta
fuckin' finish off, dude." I was nearly panting. Phil was practically
drooling. He was totally into it. I lifted my butt off the couch a bit,
and slowly pulled down my gym shorts. Phil never took his eyes off my hot
fuckin' bod. I left the jock on, with my big teen dick sticking up
straight out the right side of the pouch,sticky and shiny, and my fat,
tightened teen balls hangin out the left.  Fuck, it just smelled of my
fuckin' sex all over the basement. My dick was now exposed to Phil's eyes,
lurching and leaking it's goo, hard and tight. I grabbed at my nuts with
one hand and pulled 'em down, so that my teen boner was forced down, too,
with the meaty piss head gaping wide. I took my free hand and stroked the
underside of my head with my middle fingertip, spreading the juice all
over the fuckin' head. I was fuckin' seriously hard, man.  I slowly peeled
off the jock, the smell of my hormone crazed body drifting in the air,
held it to my fuckin' face and took a whiff of the wildness of my teen
smell before throwing it on the end table. It was full of my cum, sweat,
and all sorts of neat stuff in there. Phil was breathing real fuckin'
hard, his mouth hangin' open like he was on ludes. I was now totally
fuckin' naked and sweaty, my fat dick hard as anything. I kneeled on the
dirty old couch with my legs spread wide apart facing my nerd buddy, my
pulsing, wet boner a few inches from his hand. I spread my ass cheeks
apart from behind with my two hands, and made humping movements as though
I were fuckin' someone. Every thrust of my teen pelvis caused my cock to
flare up even more, the juiced-up meaty piss slit gaping and distended, 
pointing straight at my nerd pal. My dick was as fuckin' hard as could be.
I reached underneath my swimmerboy butt and grabbed my smooth, tight
hairless boy balls with my left hand, and lightly grazed my dickhead with
my right. "Fuckin' big dick, ain't it,dude? I get so fuckin' horny, man. I
get off so fuckin' wild when I rub it like this, dude- real gentle near my
head like this" I'm showin' off to him big time. Fuck, I look as hot as
any teen porn boy and I know it. I was now his live porn kid. I wasn't
going to last much longer, though. I was groping my dick at the base, and
pointing it down toward him. "Shit, I'm gettin' real close, man. Hand me
my jock,dude" which he retrieved, layin' there still hot and wet with my
leak juice. I could see he didn't want to let go of it, it was like a
prize, all worn and smellin'  like my fuckin' animal scent. When Phil
reluctantly handed me the jock, I grabbed ahold of his shakin' hand with
my free hand and guided his finger under my cock head."Yeah man, that's
it, dude. Fuckin' help me a out a little. Just rub my fuckin' boner, dude.
 Shit, man, yeah, just like that, man. Slide your fuckin' finger up and
down the whole fuckin' big wet thing.  Yeah, dude, that's it." By now I'm
practically standing on the couch with my legs bent at the knees and
spread wide open, Phil sliding his rough fingertips up and down my tight,
sensitive shaft, while I'm holding and squeezing my shaft and balls at the
base, pushing my fat teen cock down onto his strokin' fingertip. I took my
warm, damp jock and rubbed t


he rough pouch  over my balls, and with my middle finger began to tease
the material over my steaming butt hole. I desparately wanted something
inside me. I fuckin' had to have something up there. With my finger, I
stuck a good inch and a half of the steamy jock pouch into my gaping,
begging hole, the coarseness of the material inside my smooth membrane
driving me wild with heat. In fact, I could feel myself starting to go
over the edge. I rudely finger fucked myself with my jock up there in
earnest, the friction of the coarse material causing my sensitive boy hole
to feel like it was burnin' up. The heat from my ass hole, Phil's finger
slidin' on my slippery wet boner, and me grabbing my balls and base of my
dick sent me over.  "Oh fuck, dude. I'm going to lose it man. oh, Holy
fuck, ohhh.. here I ..  ohh fuck.." I grabbed Phil's hand and put it
around my spasming dick as I ripped the jock pouch out of my aroused,
spasming hole and rubbed the pouch roughly under my dick head, I let out a
whimper as I started to shoot a fuckin' massive load. He's strokin' my
teen dick hard by now, mesmerized by my fuckin' huge dick lurching and
spewing over and over onto my jock, my ass hole gaping wide open,  every 
muscle tense and sweaty.
After I finished, and I wiped off the rest of the hot spew off my boner
with the jockstrap, I set the filthy fuckin' thing on the coffee table,
all bunched up in a ball.  I put on my gym shorts and lit a cigarette.
"Fuck, dude, that was fuckin' radical. I never did that with another dude
around before. Tellin' ya, dude, this reefer makes me too fuckin' horny".
As I was driving home that night I realized that for the rest of the
summer, I'd probably never have to buy reefer again, Phil would always
'happen' to have some, although I highly doubted I'd ever see my old
jockstrap ever again.