From: jerryg@pacbell.net (Jerry Gaither)
Subject: TEAMMATE
Date: Mon, 16 Dec 1996 07:35:44 GMT

                            TEAMMATE

   Rich was at that age.  His biological clock has reached the
time in a guy's life when his cock stands to attention at the
least provocation.  He had never paid much attention to his cock
before, except to notice in the school locker room that the other
guys had all sprouted hair long before he finally did.  His
health class textbooks called him a "late bloomer" and tried to
reassure him on things about which no boy his age is ever sure.   
But one thing he was sure of, his cock had a mind of its own when
it came to getting hard.  All his life he had dressed UP, that
is, he wore his cock pointing up inside his briefs.  It never
bothered him before, but now, with his prick's newfound
sensitivity, it was a cause of some real problems.  It was a
vicious cycle - His cock would get hard, swelling his fly and
poking against his underpants, then as it would (finally!) go
soft, its extra weight would cause it to fall off to one side as
he walked.  It would get caught in his shorts, and he would reach
down and give it the quick tug it needed to bring it upright. But
even that little extra stimulation would make it get hard again. 
As a result, he spent a lot of time adjusting his crotch and
walking around school with a tent in his pants.  And what a tent! 
His hard-on was exceptionally large for a lad his age, and made
quite a bulge.

   His buddies, most of whom had already outgrown this stage,
took the opportunity to poke fun at Rich quite frequently.  They
eventually came to know that even if Rich didn't have a boner, if
they started talking to him about it, he would soon get one. Then
they could laugh and point at the embarrassed Rich as he tried
(usually in vain) to conceal his big, throbbing hard-on from
their gaze.  Of course, some of them would occasionally "lose
control" and get hard too, despite themselves.  They were usually
the ones making the most noise about Rich.  Only one, Johnny, was
ever caught, much to Rich's relief at the time.    But there
didn't seem to be any long term relief in sight for Rich.  Part
of the problem was his parents - strict religious types who
warned him about the dangers of "touching yourself down there,"
and who forced him to sleep with his bedroom door open.
Frightened by their tales of what happened to wicked boys, Rich
had never jacked off, and his only relief was through wet dreams.
Rich loved the feeling of waking up with his hips grinding into
the bed, and feeling his hot semen running and gushing into his
briefs.  He would always clean up very thoroughly afterwards, and
hope his mom didn't spot the stains on his briefs.  However, he
always relished the relief he felt afterwards, even if he wasn't
fully sure why.

   Rich had joined the wrestling team before this problem
started.  Several of the guys on the team were now his chief
tormentors, and among them was Johnny.

   Johnny wasn't particularly large or strong, but he was very
good looking, and was known for his pranks and his way with the
girls.  It was Johnny who once announced to the other team
members in the locker room that Rich had worn his jock all day in
an attempt to restrain his boner.  (Johnny had also done that but
would never admit it, of course.)  It was the last time Rich
would try that.

   And on this day, it was Johnny that the coach picked to
wrestle against Rich in practice.  The other boys on the team
were paired off and the coach signaled them to take their
positions.  Rich went down on all fours at once, tacitly
recognizing Johnny's dominant role, knowing it would end up this
way even if he protested.

   Johnny reached around Rich's waist and asked him, in a mocking
tone, "You gonna pop a rod while we're wrestling, Richie?"

   Rich only response was, "Shut up," but just the question began
his heart thumping.  A tremor of near panic swept through him -
wrestling class was the one place he had never gotten hard.  Now
that the thought had been planted, would he be able to restrain
himself?  He winced as, seconds before the coach blew his whistle
for them to begin wrestling, his cock began to tingle.  'No, not
NOW!' He lost control.

   "Tweeeeeeeeeeeeeee," the coaches whistle blew.

   Before Rich knew what hit him, Johnny had flipped him over on
his back.  But rather than trying to pin his shoulders, which he
should have been doing, Johnny had one leg planted between Rich's
legs with the thigh pressing right into his...

   "Ummmph," Rich grunted as he wriggled out of the ineffective
hold.  It may have been ineffective as a wrestling hold, but it
was having a another kind of effect that Rich definitely wanted
to avoid.  Seconds later, however, Johnny had him in another
hold, this one a bit trickier to get out of, and one which
allowed Johnny to grab Rich's balls from behind.  Rich realized
that Johnny was being very careful not to hurt him, and also
suddenly realized that his cock was undeniably growing hard in
his jock!

   Rich quickly broke free, and managed to flip Johnny over and
loop one arm behind Johnny's knee.  The position had Rich laying
with his pelvis on the mat, and as Johnny struggled, the shifting
weight of Rich's body massaged his rapidly stiffening prick into
the mat.  Johnny broke free and during the ensuing struggles, he
managed to plant a hand firmly in Rich's crotch.  His hard-on had
been discovered!

   Both boys froze.  Rich looked into Johnny's face and saw a
smirk of recognition.  Johnny wrapped his hand around Rich's
boner and gave it a squeeze.  Rich's heart sank, expecting his
partner to stand up and announce his condition.  Instead, Johnny
went back to wrestling.  Rich, not knowing what to expect any
more, followed suit.

   Johnny's strategy soon became clear, however. He was rubbing
Rich's cock at every opportunity.  His holds always seemed to
include some sort of pressure against the trapped, throbbing
boner Rich so fervently wished would subside.

   But soon, Rich was wishing for even more self control as a
certain tingle warned him of something potentially more
embarrassing than just getting a hard-on.  That feeling he got
when he was lucky enough to wake up from a wet dream just before
he began to shoot, that feeling of his balls contracting, his
prick jumping, the tightness in his lower abdomen, all that was
starting to happen.

   Now Rich was wrestling with a new strategy, to keep his cock
out of the reach of Johnny.  He flipped over on his stomach, but
immediately regretted the move.  Johnny pounced on him, looping
one arm under his, and the other in between his legs.  Rich
expected to be flipped over from this hold, but instead, Johnny
was holding him on his stomach and grabbing his balls.

   Rich was in a panic.  He didn't want to have an accident right
there on the mat, but his ability to hold back his semen was
weakening.  He suddenly remembered that his last wet dream had
been several weeks ago.

   He managed to grunt through clenched teeth, "Cut it out!"   
Johnny paid no attention.  Rich held himself stock-still,
realizing that it would only take one move to trigger the
explosion waiting to take place in his balls.

   Just then, the coach blew his whistle, yelled, "Hit the
showers!" and walked out of the gym.

   Rich breathed a sigh of relief as he felt Johnny remove his
hand and start to rise.  His first priority was to get the
pressure off his bucking hard-on.  He tentatively lifted his body
onto all fours, as in the original wrestling position.  He was
keenly aware of the feeling of his jock pouch straining to hold
back his throbbing hard-on.  While he debated with himself about
standing up with a terribly obvious lump in his wrestling tights,
suddenly Johnny was back on top of him, assuming the starting
wrestling position!  But there was a difference. The arm wrapped
around Rich's waist reached all the way around to his cock!   
Johnny stroked the boner a couple of times and breathed in Rich's
ear, "Ready to go again, Richie?"  Then he laughed and stood up.

   For Rich, it was all over.  When Johnny stroked his cock, the
first squirt of sperm came shooting out of his cockhead, right
into his jock and tight wrestling gear.  Unable to restrain
himself, he emitted soft sobbing noises as his overheated rod
released huge globs of jism.  The hot white goo was shooting out
in such copious amounts that it was soaking through the pouch of
Rich's jock, through the spandex of his wrestling tights, and was
dripping down onto the mat, making a milky puddle.

   Johnny watched in amazement.  He shouted, "Hey guys!  Check
this out!  Rich is creaming in his gear!"

   Soon he was surrounded by the whole team.  They taunted Rich
as they watched him, down on all fours, with cum dripping on the
mat underneath him.

   When he finished cumming, Rich raised his body up, still on
his knees.  The sight caused a tremendous roar of laughter from
the team.  There he was, with a huge wet splotch on his wrestling
tights which covered the whole area around the prominent bulge of
his still erect cock.  There was a shiny white glob at the tip
which now began dripping down the outside of the tights.

   Rich was not laughing.  He glared at Johnny in teary-eyed
rage.  Then he bolted from the gym, not wanting to add crying to
the things the other guys could tease him about.  He ran to the
locker room, threw his clothes on over his cum soaked wrestling
gear, and ran off the school grounds, heading for home.

   He had to hang around the park for a while, to allow the wet
spot that had soaked through his jeans to dry some before he
could go home.  Besides, he'd have a tough time explaining to his
mother why he was home early.

   That night, he was unable to convince his mother to do an
extra load of laundry which was to include his wrestling outfit.
So he laid out the tights on his chair and hoped the stain, which
was still damp, would be less obvious by morning.

   The next morning the outline of the stain was still detectable
if you were looking for it, and his jock pouch was stiff and
stained as well.  Rich debated just not bringing them in to
school at all.  But even after what happened, he still did not
want to jeopardize his place on the team, so he rolled them up
and put them in a paper bag to take with him.

   On his way to school, he heard running footsteps behind him.
He turned around and it was Johnny!

   "Hey, Rich..." he started.

   "Fuck off!  I don't want to talk to you!" Rich said angrily.   

"Hey man, I just wanted to say I'm sorry, and I told all the guys
to lay off you about what happened," Johnny said.

   "Oh, yeah?"  Rich still sounded bitter.

   "I'm tellin' you, no one is going to say anything about it.
And I really am sorry about making you do that, but I had no idea
you had such a problem with self-control."

   "Yeah, OK," Rich said, glumly.  "I bet every one at school
already knows about it anyway."

   "No man, we all agreed to keep it to ourselves," Johnny said.  

 "Really?"

   "Really."

   "Well...thanks, I guess," Rich said, somewhat relieved.

   "And listen, I'd like to help you with your control problem.
Why don't you come by my house after school today?" Johnny asked. 

  "What do you know about it?" Rich asked skeptically.

   "Hey, I used to get boners all the time too, until I found out
how to control 'em," Johnny responded.

   "Yeah? How?"

   "I'll tell you tonight.  See you in gym!" Johnny said as he
headed for his first class.

   Rich didn't know what to make of this development.  Johnny had
always been the first to tease him if he got hard, and now he was
offering to help.  But help from any source would be good, Rich
reasoned, as he felt his dick start to tingle just before he
walked into his first class.  He managed to get to his seat
before it swelled to complete hardness in his jeans.

   In gym, Johnny was true to his word.  Nothing was said about
Rich cumming the day before, although he did catch a couple of
guys staring at the jagged tracks of the cum stain on his gear.   
After school, Rich and Johnny walked together to Johnny's house. 
As he opened the front door, Johnny explained that his parents
weren't home, and weren't due back for several hours. The boys
went up to his room.  There was a long, awkward silence.   
"So...like...do you ever jack off?" Johnny finally asked.    

"Huh?"

   "You know, beat off?  Pull your pud?"

   Rich still looked bewildered.

   In exasperation, Johnny said, "Do you ever rub your cock up
and down until you shoot off?"

   Rich blushed hotly and denied ever having done it.

   "Well, that's the first thing.  Your gonna have to start
jacking off whenever it starts getting hard a lot."

   "But I can't!  My folks told me it was dirty," Rich said.    

"Awww, that's a bunch of bull shit!  All the guys do it.  I bet
even your dad used to do it."

   Rich giggled at the thought.

   "You've never made yourself cum?" Johnny asked.

   "Not really, except...well..." Rich hesitated.

   "C'mon, you can tell me.  You want help don't you?"

   "Yeah...well, sometimes I wake up from dreams and it happens
then," Rich admitted.

   "Well, that proves it.  If you're having wet dreams, then it
means your balls want to be emptied.  So, do you know, like, how
to do it?" Johnny asked.

   "No, not really."

   "You've got a boner, don't you?"

   "Yeah..." Rich admitted sheepishly.

   "Well, take it out of your pants," Johnny commanded, quite
matter-of-fact.

   Rich was shocked and just stared, wide eyed, at Johnny.

   "C'mon!" Johnny said.  Sensing Rich's hesitancy, he added, 
"I'll take mine out too if you want."

   Now Rich's head was spinning.  He had expected just to be told
how to do it, but he didn't expect a "hands-on" training session.
Finally, he started opening his pants.

   Johnny, thinking that his own offer was what made Rich agree,
opened his pants too.  After a short struggle with cloth-
entrapped boners, both boys sat there with their hard-ons poking
out of their flies.

   "Now, wrap your hand around the shaft and slide it up and down
like this," Johnny said as he demonstrated his own masturbation
technique.

   Rich made a clumsy attempt to follow his teammate's lead, but
Johnny could see he wasn't getting it.  Johnny reached over and
took Rich's prick in his hand and began stroking it for him. At
first, Rich was shocked, but when he felt Johnny's expert hand
rubbing his boner, he couldn't concentrate on anything but the
feeling.

   "Wow," he breathed.

   "Now don't go shooting off without telling me, OK?" Johnny
warned.

   "OK.  Let me try it now," Rich said.  Johnny released his
hold, and Rich began stroking his hard-on the way Johnny had.  It
felt great.

   "The other thing you ought to try," Johnny said as he resumed
stroking his own cock, "is wearing different underwear.  If you
go around in Jockey shorts with your cock pointing up all the
time, it's bound to get hard a lot."

   "Those are the only kind of shorts I have," Rich replied.   
"Well, I'll loan you one of mine."

   Rich had seen Johnny in the locker room before and remembered
that he usually wore trim boxer shorts.  He had wondered what
they would feel like against his cock, and decided that they
would probably cause him even more hard-on problems.  But he was
willing to take Johnny's suggestion and try them.

   Johnny's stroking was becoming faster.  His breathing was
becoming heavier, too.  "If it feels good...you can do it...
faster... like this," Johnny breathed.

   Rich tried it.  It did feel better.  "I think it's gonna come
out pretty soon," he said.

   "Well, let me get you something to shoot into," Johnny said.
He stood up and went to the other side of the room to get a
towel, his boner wagging in front of him.

   Seeing cool, good looking Johnny walking around with a hard-on
sticking out of his pants like that excited Rich tremendously. He
suddenly sat straight up, grabbed his cock hard and said, "Oh
wow!"  Johnny turned around just in time to see his prick
squirting a big glob of cum into the air, which landed on the
floor next to his bed.

   Johnny quickly grabbed a towel and threw it at his orgasming
student. "Here, catch it with this!"

   Rich caught the remainder of his jism with the towel.  He was
shooting huge wads of sperm as his hand steadily gripped his
erupting cock.

   Johnny stood in front of him, jacking his cock very fast in an
effort to catch up with Rich.  The last of Rich's cum was
dribbling out of his cock head when Johnny said, "Gimme the
towel."  Rich handed him the towel and watched Johnny's cock
begin squirting, right at eye level!  Johnny's back arched as he
thrust his hips almost in Rich's face, shooting his load of boy-
cream into the already cum-drenched towel.

   When Johnny finished shooting, he sighed.  "Well, that's what
it's all about, Rich," he said.  "Are you gonna try it?"

   "Yeah!" he said, enthusiastically.  "That was fun!"

   Johnny stuffed his cock back into his pants and went over to
his dresser.  He opened a drawer, pulled out a pair of his boxer
shorts and handed them to Rich.  Wear these tomorrow.
See if that helps."

   "But how am I going to get these home?" Rich asked as he took
the shorts.  "I can't just walk in carrying another guy's
underwear."

   "Well, why don't you put them on over your briefs and just
wear them home?"

   Rich took the advice and found himself walking home wearing
two pairs of undershorts.  The thought of it was very exciting as
was the thought of wearing another guy's shorts at school
tomorrow.  That night, before going to bed, Rich modeled Johnny's
shorts in front of the bathroom mirror.  As he did, he thought
about that one time Johnny was caught with a boner.  He imagined
that these were the shorts he was wearing when it happened.
Almost instantly his cock sprang into complete hardness inside
Johnny's shorts.  His cock was still pointing up, but now it was
pointing out as well.  Looking as his side view in the mirror,
Rich could clearly see his cock shaft through the opened fly of
the shorts.  He flexed the muscles in his cock and watched it
jump under the thin fabric.  He wrapped the fabric around his
cock, and jiggled his hand up and down.  As he pictured Johnny
earlier that afternoon jacking his cock off in his face, he
couldn't help stroking his cock more intensely through his
friend's underwear. Before he massaged his prick enough to make
the juice come out though, he took his hand away.  He wiggled his
hips at the mirror, wagging his cock back and forth under the
soft cloth. The teasing sensations against his cock head were
driving him crazy. He reached down and gripped his stiff dick in
the shorts and gave it a couple more strokes.  He hadn't realized
how close he was to...

   "Oh, no!" he muttered, as he watched his hard-on begin
squirting jism into his friend's underwear. He was so surprised
by his sudden ejaculation that it didn't occur to him to take his
cock out until it was nearly finished.  By that time, Johnny's
shorts were a hopeless mess. Rich wiped up as much as he could,
then put his robe back on and went back to his bedroom.  He knew
he'd have to wear the shorts the next day, because Johnny was
expecting to see them. But he couldn't leave them out to dry
where his parents might see them.  Finally, he laid them out on
the floor on the far side of his bed, and resolved to put them on
first thing when he got up, whether they were dry or not.
   
Johnny's boxer shorts were dry, stiff and stained when Rich put
them on in the morning.  He was horrified when he saw how obvious
the stain really was.  He quickly got into his pants and shirt,
making sure his mother didn't catch sight of the strange
underwear.

   School was hell that day.  His cock got hard more than ever.
His mind was whirling with the events of the last couple of days.
And every time one came to mind, his cock would tingle and twitch
and harden once again.  And the boxers were no help, because now
his cock was sliding around more, getting more and more
sensitive.  `Gym class is coming up and this boner won't go
down,' he thought.  `And then I'm gonna have to strip down to
Johnny's shorts with my sperm stains on them.  And what if Johnny
sees?  Oh, jeez...go down!  go down!'

   Rich was futilely trying to think his cock soft when Mrs.
Schaeffer called on him to stand up and answer a question.  She
was an old woman, and had old-fashioned ideas about classroom
procedure.  Every student would stand when answering a question.
Rich knew there was no use arguing with her.  So, with his
unyielding erection was poking violently at the front of his
pants, he stood up to answer the question. Seconds later, he and
the whole class heard a hoarse whisper from the far side of the
room, "Look at that BONER!"

   Rich blushed hotly and looked down at his pants.  The strong
upward curve of his stiff penis looped up next to the fly, while
the looser boxer shorts allowed the tip of his prick to poke
sharply into his pants.  It was incredibly obvious. The class
broke into assorted laughs and giggles, and Mrs. Schaefer told
him to sit back down, and that he was to stay after school today.
Rich didn't even feel it.  He knew in his gut the worst was yet
to come.

   It was time for gym, and his prick still hadn't gone soft.  He
hung around the entrance to the locker room as long as he dared.
He wanted to have the locker room somewhat cleared out before he
went in.  He got a little anxious and went in too soon -
everybody was still there.  Now he began stripping very slowly,
willing his cock to go down while he removed everything except
his pants. Finally, most of the guys on his aisle cleared out,
and he took off his pants.  As he put them in his locker,
standing there with a tent in those boxer shorts, Johnny's voice
rang out in the locker room.

   "Hey Rich! I see you got my...Hoooly Shit!" he exclaimed when
he saw the lump. His first instinct was to let everyone have a
look, but he remembered his promise to help Rich, so he moved
closer to shield Rich from view.  "Sit down, man," he told Rich.
"It'll help hide it." Rich did as he said, and sat there
nervously waiting for the rest of the guys to leave. Finally,
there was no one in range, so he stood up and prepared to take
off the shorts.

   Johnny stopped him.  "Wait a minute! What's this?!" he
demanded. Rich wanted to die.  He looked into Johnny's face in
hopes that he was asking about something else, but it was as he
feared. Johnny was looking straight at the stain Rich had made on
his shorts.

   "What'd you do, sperm off in my underwear?  Those were my best
shorts!"

   Rich stood there, wringing his hands in front of his crotch,
shifting his weight from side to side, looking like he had to pee
in the worst way. His cock was aching, it was so hard.

   "It was a wet dream, honest!" Rich invented.  "I couldn't help
it."

   "It was, huh? So it happened in your sleep?"

   Rich nodded his head.

   "So if you were awake, you would be able to hold back your
cum, right?"

   "Yeah....sure I could!"

   Johnny looked around quickly. The locker room was empty.  He
reached down and grabbed the end of Rich's hard-on through the
material and began stroking it gently. Rich gasped.

   "Now remember, you said you could hold it back. You better not
mess up my boxers again," Johnny said, stroking his cock with
more force.

   "Uhh...I don't think you should do that..." Rich warned.    

"What's the matter, you gonna shoot off or something?"

   "Yeah....I will if you....keep that up," Rich gasped.

   "I don't believe you'd cum in my underwear again on purpose,
would you?"  Johnny now had a driving, unstoppable rhythm going
on Rich's boxer-clad cock.

   "I...I'm gonna...UNNNGG!  Aww!  Noooooo!  Unh!  Unh!  Unh!" A
powerful orgasm swept over Rich.  The pent-up frustration of the
entire day was shooting out through the tip of his cock as wet,
white, gushing cream.  He was once again drenching Johnny's
shorts with cum.

   Johnny kept playing with his squirting cock until the orgasm
subsided.  Then he ordered, "Get out of my boxers."

   Chagrinned, Rich skinned down the shorts.

   Johnny said, "Hand 'em over." Rich complied. Then Rich saw
something that blew his mind.  Johnny quickly took off his gym
clothes except for his jock. Rich noticed there was quite a bulge
in the pouch of that jockstrap.  Johnny whipped his hard cock out
of the side of the pouch and then put on the cum soaked boxers
Rich had just taken off!  Johnny jammed his hand inside the
waistband of the shorts and began furiously jacking himself off,
with the head of his cock pressing right into the sopping wet cum
stain the other boy had just made. It wasn't long before he
grunted, thrust his hips forward, and unloaded a huge wad of
spunk in his shorts.  Some of the cum ran down the inside of the
front of the saturated boxers and dripped out the leg hole,
landing on the locker room floor.

   Rich watched in amazement.  When Johnny was finally through,
he looked at him quizzically.

   Johnny looked down at the messy underpants he was wearing,
looked up at Rich, then looked down at the floor.  "I was hoping
you'd cum in my shorts, Rich.  That's really why I loaned them to
you," he admitted.  When he looked up again, Rich was grinning
from ear to ear.

   "Anytime," he said.

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                         Jerry Gaither

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