From: Adam Nolan <nolanad@hotmail.com>
Date: Sun,  7 Jul 1996 11:06:07 UTC
Subject: Starched Whites

Starched Whites I

I had a lot of fun with my Speedos the Summer after turning 12. But it
wasn't always possible to wear them when I wanted to. That's how I found my
second best thing to cum in -- my white briefs.

There was a time in 7th grade when I left gym early and had the locker room
to myself. I had a full boner before I hit the bottom of the stairs and
went through the door. As soon as the door latched behind me, I stepped out
of my gym shorts, got right to my locker, and tossed 'em in. I sat on the
bench with my legs spread and gave my balls a long, loving squeeze that
made my boner tingle with anticipation.

I stripped off my shirt and tossed it aside. I noticed a small wet spot
where the cockhead was pressing against the fabric. My thoughts drifted to
the boys I'd seen changing in there. Frank with the fat balls in his tight
briefs. And Jim with the big dick and the giant balls. The wet spot was
getting bigger.

I started rubbing faster. The tingling intensified and my boner started
making a squishing noise as the wet, sticky cotton slid across it. That was
it! My boner swelled bigger and started firing at will. I gasped and
grunted and shuddered as my juice spurted and spurted in my underwear.
Some of it blasted through into the air. The rest just oozed through all
over.

After a minute or two to recover, I got busy so I could get out of there. I
had to pull my jeans on over my sticky briefs and tucked my shirt in to
help hide what I had done. I stepped out the opposite door into the
corridor to wait for the others. Not two minutes later, I heard them coming
down to change.

Fortunately, my jeans didn't reveal what I had done. I had one more session
with those briefs at home, riding the giant cushion in my room. Then, I
finally took them off and dropped them on my pile of laundry to do.

My mother wasn't aware of what I was doing as she refused to clean my room
or do my laundry for me. She thought it was a good idea to have me be
responsible for my things. But I guess that opened doors she never knew
existed.


Starched Whites II

There was a time in 7th grade that I left gym class early. I went to the
locker room and pumped a load of juice in my underwear. There's a reason I
left early. And there's a reason I was so horny.

It was the week they set aside to teach us wrestling. The teacher
demonstrated a few moves then started pairing us up for a series of mini
matches.

I got to look up some of the boy's shorts while they were in action. It
wasn't easy, but I did catch a glimpse of some of their bulges. It was
challenging and a bit of a turn-on.

I was one of the last to wrestle. I hoped to get someone I didn't really
care for so there wouldn't be the problem of swelling a boner in front of
everyone. No such luck. My opponent was handsome little Frank with the fat
balls ("Frankie Fat Balls"). Now I really had to concentrate.

Everything was fine for a few minutes. Then he upset my balance and I hit
the mat with him coming down on my right arm. My hand was under his crotch
and I started to struggle to get away. That brought his full weight down
and I could feel his fat balls through his gym shorts and briefs. I started
to tingle and knew I'd end up with a boner if I didn't get out of there
quick.

I slipped out from under him, rolled him over, and slammed him down pretty
hard. It knocked the wind out of him which the teacher didn't like. But it
did stop the "problem" for the moment. I was told that I was being "much
too rough" and that I should "go change now." I gave him my best "I didn't
mean it" routine and scooted for the locker room. We know what happened
there.


Starched Whites III

In Junior High, I used to spend a lot of time with a kid named Scott. We
did just about everything together.

In 7th grade especially, we spent a lot of time in the basement den at my
house watching movies on HBO that we probably weren't supposed to. It's a
good thing we were left alone down there because we started doing more than
just watching HBO.

Scott was much taller and heavier than me. It wasn't a problem for him to
take me down and pin me when we started horsing around. I always swelled a
first class boner when he did that. And it didn't take him too long to
discover that.

The first few times, he slid his right hand between my legs and under
me. He'd squeeze my balls while I struggled to get free. That just made me
grind my crotch into the carpet. It usually wasn't more than a minute
before I was beet red, gasping and grunting as I exploded in my pants.

Eventually, I stopped struggling so much and he was able to keep me up on
all fours and feel my shaft too. There were a few times I wore sweats and
he stroked me through them. That made for some absolutely intense orgasms
in my underwear. My sweats always had a big sticky spot on the crotch when
we were through.

He never let me touch him. He said I could if I could take him, but I just
couldn't. When we moved on to High School, that fun abruptly stopped. I
guess he outgrew me and moved on to other things.


Starched Whites IV

Sean and I were just 13 when we became friends that magical Summer. Because
Sean and I had become so close, we spent a lot of time together. My
sessions with Scott were becoming less and less frequent as Scott wouldn't
do anything with Sean around. But Sean was determined to watch Scott
squeeze me off in my underwear.

We decided that Sean would hide in the basement utility room the next time
Scott came over.  That would provide a view of the basement den through an
air intake grate in the wall. On a Sunday evening, the plan went into
action.

Sean was in the utility room with the first knock at the door. I brought
Scott down and we got comfortable in front of the TV. I was rock hard in my
new snow white briefs in an instant. The bulge was clearly visible in the
nylon basketball shorts I was wearing. Scott saw my boner and had me
flipped on my belly and pinned quick as can be. Knowing Sean was watching
really had me excited, and I was getting really wet fast. Scott let me up
on all fours and gave me a squeeze.  That made me ooze a whole bunch of
pre-cum into my underwear.

The nylon shorts sliding across my cotton clad boner was like an electric
charge. The tingling built quickly as the oozing pre-cum soaked my
underwear and shorts. I was really getting into it and humped into Scott's
hand with increasing vigor. It was an uncontrolled frenzy when the first
spasm hit. I was wound up right into the red zone knowing Sean could
see. My boner blasted juice so hard, I went blind for a few seconds. I
could hear it hitting the carpet as I shook uncontrollably and gasped out
loud. I was absolutely soaked when it was over and rolled into a bean bag
chair on my back to rest. The wet spot on my shorts was enormous.

Scott wiped his hand with a nearby towel then was suddenly in a hurry to
get home. His departure brought Sean out of hiding, sporting a boner. He
stripped to his briefs and was right on me. My crotch made a squishing
noise when he squeezed it. I got him on all fours and got to work. He was
already wet and I really poured it on. His throbbing boner spurted a nice
big load in tight little briefs. Then he collapsed on one the bean bags to
rest.

He stayed over that night and we stayed in the basement. We both slid into
one sleeping bag in just our underwear and made each other spurt again. The
we drifted off to sleep having snuggled up with each other. In the morning
our hands were on each other's crotches again for yet another session.


Starched Whites V

Shortly before 8th grade started, I got my first pairs of bikini underwear;
one red, one white, and one blue. The feeling was between briefs and
Speedos so I always got at least semi-hard when I wore them.

During the second week of school, I wore them under a pair of jeans with a
baseball shirt long enough to cover my crotch. At the start of 1st period
there was only a mild tingle. At the start of 2nd period, I was sporting a
semi. But it didn't stay that way.

By the end of 2nd period, I was hard and beginning to throb. Walking
through the halls before 3rd period, I went rock hard and started getting
wet. I was really throbbing and getting wet as I bolted for the boys
room. I was gonna have an intense cum any second and wanted to get out of
the hall.

The first rocket of jizz exploded into my underwear as I hit the door. I
dropped my backpack and ran to a sink. I held both sides of the sink tight
gasping and moaning, shaking and gyrating as the rockets of jizz continued
exploding in my pants. When it was over, I realized that I shot right
through my jeans and dripped some on the floor. There was cum running down
my legs into my socks too. My red bikini was soaked and there was a big wet
spot on my jeans. There was even some on the inside of my shirt. Then I
realized there were 3 or 4 7th graders watching in surprised silence. I
moved at them as if I was gonna kick their butts and they split.

I spent the rest of the morning with wet, sticky pants and the scent of
cum. The baseball shirt covered the wet spot completely and what I got on
it dried pretty quick. The boys watched me pretty close the rest of the
day. They'd follow me when they could, whispering to each other.

Sean was really excited when I told him what happened. But he didn't
believe I shot through my pants. Later at my house I had to take off my
shirt and stand over him with my hands on his shoulders while he pumped me
through my jeans. The first few spurts shot right though landing on his
face and shirt. The rest flooded my underwear and ran down my legs. Then I
pumped his jeans until I felt his boner spurt jizz in his briefs. It left a
wet spot, but it didn't shoot through.

I spent rest of the week with those 7th graders hovering nearby every
chance they got. Over the weekend, Sean and I came up with a plan for
them. Something I'll tell you about in the next part.


Cumming in my pants in 8th grade was awesome and a little scary too. 
There were some 7th graders watching when it happened (in the boys' 
room). They could have ratted me out, but, thankfully, they didn't.
Here's another chapter for my Starched Whites series which is archived 
under Gay Male/Masturbation.

Starched Whites VI

That's when Sean and I came up with our plan. The boys were obviously 
interested in what I had in my pants. We decided to find out just how 
interested they were by teasing them half to death. I just had to make 
sure I didn't wear any bikini underwear. We didn't want things to go too 
far too fast.

We got the gist of their schedules and I was in the boys' room whenever 
it was possible to have one or more of them there too. If we were the 
only ones there, I'd let them see me hard in my pants. After a few days 
of this, they started to hang around nearby whenever they could.

One of the kids, Chuck, ended up in my gym class the next marking 
period. He moved his stuff to a locker near mine the first day. I was 
forever catching him stealing glances at me in my underwear. I think a 
few times he had a boner too, but I couldn't really tell.

They started hanging out in our neighborhood too. Sean and I would go 
outside and spot Chuck, Rob, and John up the street. As soon as they 
spotted us, they'd follow a short distance behind. So Sean and I would 
go into the woods and fool around there knowing they could see.

After a few weeks of this I was in the boys' room when all three were 
there. It was during a study hall and no one else was around. I stood 
over the sink and let myself get hard. Then I'd look over at them and 
adjust myself.

Chuck was first to move closer. Then the others followed. Then they were 
gathered around me tightly, looking at my crotch which got me more 
excited. I went full-hard and had to adjust things again. Then Chuck 
reached over and put his hand on my crotch. I didn't try to stop him. 
All I could do is moan softly. Then he started squeezing my balls and my 
boner through my pants and the others joined in. It felt so good, I knew 
I wouldn't last long. In a matter of seconds I was wetting my underwear 
and my pants with pre-cum and pushing my crotch into their hands.

They worked me over like experts and I pushed harder and faster into 
their hands. I was really getting wet and sticky when I felt my boner 
swell even larger. Only a minute or two after we started, the first 
spurt of cum shot into my underwear. I had to hold onto the sink as I 
started blowing it through my pants onto the rim of the sink and their 
fingers. As the spasms subsided, my cum started running into my 
underwear, down over my balls then some of it down my legs. My crotch 
had a big wet spot and my underwear was soaked.

None of us ever said a word. I split for my locker as soon as I was back 
to normal. And they went back where they belonged. I got my big baseball 
shirt and wore that the rest of the day to hide my crotch.

Sean knew what was going on as soon as he saw me wearing that shirt. We 
went right to his house after school and started fooling around in his 
room. He was really turned on hearing about what happened and he made me 
cum in my pants again. Then I got him standing in front of the mirror. 
Holding him from behind, I stuck my right hand down his pants into his 
underwear and started whacking his boner. He was already rock hard and 
leaking pre-cum. It didn't take more than 30 seconds to bring him to a 
super intense climax. I'd never felt him shake like that before.

His cum was all over my hand when I pulled it out. We had to use two big 
towels to clean up. We were about to go at again later when we heard his 
Mother's car pull in. So we played it cool with her around.

Sean and I began to experiment more after this. And we fooled around 
with the other boys too. I'll bring you up to speed on all this in new 
chapters of Pool Shoot and Starched Whites.

--
Adam Nolan
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