Date: Mon, 16 Feb 2009 14:35:24 -0800 (PST)
From: billy L <billywj@yahoo.com>
Subject: Creaming Jeans - Part 1

This fictional story contains sexual contact between teenage boys.

The story may not be legal in your area or it may be offensive to you. If
so, please exit now.

Comments welcome: billywj@yahoo.com


                           Creaming Jeans
                               Part 1


Hank was relieved that this time his mom didn't follow him into the Pac Sun
store in the mall.  Now that he was 14, at last he was done with buying
clothes accompanied by the excruciating embarrassment of his mother
inspecting and worse, approving, his purchases.  So today he was going to
buy super-skinny jeans; after all, his friend Tyler had been wearing them
for months.  Tyler had pointed out that's what all the cool skaters wore
and Hank had felt envious that Tyler's mom let him wear such tight pants.

A few days after he bought the new jeans, Hank was home alone, lying on the
sofa idly just rubbing his crotch and thinking how good the tight jeans
felt on his body.  Before Hank knew it, he was on the verge of cumming.  He
stopped, not wanting to ruin his new jeans, but he was able to resist for
only a minute and resumed rubbing, knowing he would cream his jeans. For
months afterward, jacking off in that particular pair of tight jeans became
a favorite variation for the teen when he tired of masturbating naked or in
his underwear.  He realized it was a little weird but he figured no one
would find out since he tried to hide his messed up jeans and do the
laundry himself whenever he could.

On the bus home from school each afternoon, Tyler and Hank would sit in the
back and talk about everything, from skating and tight jeans to girls.  The
conversations often had sex in them somewhere.  Hank never mentioned that
he creamed his jeans, but it was getting to the point that he did that at
least once a week. Towards the end of the school year, around when Tyler
turned 15, they started joking around about masturbating, and each day for
the next week or so they would get a little deeper into the topic, their
awkwardness at the topic being offset by the excitement of talking about a
sexual activity.  There was nothing homosexual about their conversations,
and they each made sure to talk lewdly about girls.  No one could overhear
them in the back of the bus.

One afternoon Hank joked about jacking off in underwear and Tyler
half-admitted to doing it too. Tyler's tone was just teasing enough so that
he could deny he had been serious in his admission.  There was an awkward
pause when both boys were vulnerable and realized they may have admitted
too much, but equally, it was too hot a topic to just drop.  Hank felt
obliged to explore the point.  "So you do it in your underwear?"

"Shut the fuck up," said Tyler.

"No, come on, tell me," Hank pushed again.

"OK... fuck yeah, I've done it that way, and look every guy does it in the
shower, in his underwear, in his jeans, ya know, when you get really
horny."  Tyler was trying to make it seem like it was no big deal.  But it
was the first time the boys had ever had such an express admission of their
masturbation practices.

They dropped the topic – it was too weird to talk about further.  So
they switched to talking about plans for next weekend.  Tyler was supposed
to sleep over at Hank's place Saturday night since Tyler's parents were
going away for the weekend and Hank's parents were going into the city to
see a play that night.  They talked about what video games they might play
and then Hank blurted out, pretending that it was a joke, "well maybe we
can cream our jeans next weekend."  Tyler didn't respond and Hank figured
he'd had gone too far and he felt his face turn a little red.

But that Saturday morning Tyler called and said he was coming over and that
he decided to wear some really old jeans from last year since "we'll
probably mess around outside."  Hank wasn't sure exactly whether Tyler was
testing him to see if he remembered the "creaming" comment, or was simply
referring to getting dirty or ripping their jeans, since when skating or
biking the boys often fell in the dirt or grass.

Minutes later, Tyler's parents dropped him off before they departed for
their trip.  Hank was waiting at the door.  Tyler hopped out of their car
and Hank could see his parents watching him as he walked up the driveway.
Hank couldn't believe Tyler would let himself be seen in those jeans in
front of his parents, and wished he had a mom like Tyler's who wouldn't say
something about his clothes.  Tyler was in a short T-shirt and impossibly
skintight faded low-rise jeans that were molded to his skinny body, the
pants looked like he had completely outgrown them a year ago.  The seam
split his balls, the outline of his bulge was surprisingly apparent.  As
soon as Tyler got into Hank's room, Hank said "These jeans are even tighter
than the black ones you always skate in...I can't believe your mom let you
wear `em that tight...are you even wearing anything underneath, dude?"

Tyler didn't really answer and simply replied "Well you can wear your tight
jeans too."

Hank recognized the challenge and dug into his closet for his favorite pair
of jeans, which had faded way more than he remembered.  Hank went into the
bathroom and tried them on, with nothing on underneath, and pulled them on
with difficulty.  He realized that the jeans had shrunk and he had grown,
so now they were impossibly skintight.  As he pulled them up around his
thighs, he started getting hard and he forced himself to stop thinking
about the jeans for a minute.  Hank looked in the mirror and could see the
outline of his cock and balls and had second thoughts about going back to
Tyler waiting in his room.  But Hank remembered how tight Tyler's pants
were and he decided to do it.  When Hank walked in the room, acting as if
his jeans were nothing special, he realized Tyler was looking right at his
pants.  Tyler, trying to sound like it was just an ordinary comment, said
he thought Hank's pants were awesome.

Just then Hank's mom appeared in the doorway and told the boys that she and
Hank's dad were leaving and they might not get home until well after
midnight.  Hank said she didn't have to call, they'd be OK.  She looked but
didn't comment on the boy's jeans.  She knew that most of the skater boys
wore tight pants.  She didn't really mind if the boys' asses and bulges
were so visible, she knew that was the hot look, but she worried when they
wore such tight pants in public since some man might get the wrong idea
about the boys.  But if it was just the two of them, what trouble could
they get into?

No sooner had they heard the sound of the garage door closing than the boys
immediately started teasing each other about their jeans being too tight.
They were sitting on the bed and realized they were getting boners.  They
admitted to each other that neither had jacked in days, in mutual but
subconscious anticipation of this day together. The boys started feeling
guilty, knowing they were about to start something wrong but titillated by
the possibilities.  Hank suggested that they look at porn online and the
two 15-year-olds sat on a little bench in front of Hank's computer, their
hips and legs touching as the bench wasn't really big enough for two.  As
they looked at pictures of young girls sucking and getting fucked, both
boys felt comfortable dropping their hands to their jeans crotches,
rubbing.  After all, they were just two guys together looking at girls.
They commented on each picture, saying what they liked and what they would
do if they were with the girl, and within a few minutes each boy was
rockhard and starting to leak a drop or two of precum into their jeans.
Hank, who was the experienced jeanscreamer, was the first to realize they
better stop: "Shit, Tyler, we gotta stop for a minute...cause it's too, ya
know, I mean this is giving me a boner."

Tyler, who was equally concerned about going too far, said "Yeah alright,
but you were the guy who was joking on the bus about creaming jeans!"

Hank couldn't believe Tyler remembered that comment and what's more was now
repeating it as if it were a dare or perhaps some authorization that it
might actually be OK to cream your jeans.  Hank's heart was pounding.  He
didn't know if he should go further or just stop right there before this
all got too weird and embarrassing.  But it was as if he was being sucked
into a whirlpool and he was powerless to deny the feeling.  Hank nervously
moved his hand off his crotch knowing with that deliberate action Tyler
would certainly see the bulge in his jeans. Tyler did of course.  The
awkwardness was surmounted in a second as Tyler smiled wickedly and he too
removed his hand from his lap. Hank was surprised to see his friend's jeans
straining with the pressure of his full hardon.  It was the first time
either boy had seen the other with a full erection, even if it was in
jeans.  Both boys' hearts were racing and the sexual tension was apparent.

Hank broke the silence by saying he could almost do it in his pants now if
he were alone.  He was scared about how Tyler would respond.  It seemed
like Tyler was thinking of what to say.  After a few seconds of almost
painful silence, Tyler said with a nervous laugh, "well maybe we should
both do it so we'll be even."

Hank turned red and his cock twitched, and now it was his turn to
backtrack: "No way man."  But he knew he really wanted to.  A few more
seconds of silence while each boy pondered just how far they would go.
Tyler stared straight at the computer screen.  Hank relented: "Well maybe
we could do it, I mean if we both really wanted to it could be sorta cool,
and no one's here."

That was all the approval Tyler needed and he clicked back on the PLAY link
to the porn video on the computer screen.  The picture showed two guys
squirting on a girl and Tyler said "Oh god I could do that now!"  There was
an unspoken but implicit permission given, so the two boys hands were now
unabashedly rubbing their own jeans crotches in full view of each other.
They knew that made it hotter.  They started talking about how much cum
they would shoot if they were with the girl and how it would be way more
than the guys in the picture. Rubbing their jeans hardons, each boy
realized that the other could hear the sound of his breathing became heavy.
They knew they were going past the point of no return.

Hank moaned as his orgasm started and that was enough to push Tyler over
the edge too. They felt the hot liquid shoot out of their cocks, both could
clearly hear the squirting sound as the stream of cum pierced through their
jeans, splattering into their hands pressing down on their jeans hardons.
The knowledge that their buddy was right next to them, blasting his own cum
into his jeans, only deepened each boy's orgasm.  Stream after stream of
thick, creamy teenboy cum soaked the boys' jeans and coated their hands as
they rubbed the warm goo back into their jeans crotches, pushing down hard
on their cocks and balls, moaning even more.

Finally their climaxes over, both boys leaned back on the bench, slowing
moving their hands off their sticky crotches, with little thin ropes of cum
dripping off their hands back down onto their pants.  Hank was the first to
break the silence: "Fuck, that felt SO good...god, look at our jeans, they
really got soaked!"

Tyler responded, "yeah I think I came more than I ever did before.  You
want to just wear these fucked up pants for a while or do you wanna clean
up and change?"  Both boys secretly knew they weren't done masturbating for
the day.

Hank said "I don't care, let's just wear `em cuz it sorta feels good
anyway."  They each wiped the sticky semen off on their crotches and
thighs.  Strangely, neither felt embarrassed at the moment; the fact that
the other boy did it too had made it seem, well, authorized.

They got up from the bench and made no effort to clean up. They decided
they wanted to play a video game so they sat down on the carpet and put on
their favorite game.  But the feeling of their cocks in their fucked jeans
never left their minds, with both boys somehow inserting into their
conversation some tease or joke about masturbating.  It was forced and
artificial but it kept them horny.  Every now and then one or the other
would adjust their cocks inside their slimy pants.  Their jeans were so
tight that every movement of their bodies as they played the video game put
pressure on their cocks and balls so that it was almost the equivalent of
being constantly jacked off by their own pants, with their semen acting as
a lube.  They kept talking about how good it had felt to cum inside their
jeans an hour ago, with each exchange becoming more explicit, each boy
emboldened by the other's comments.

Even so, they were ambivalent about the experience and as soon as one boy's
comment got too explicit the other would instinctively pull back and
redirect the conversation or at least cool it down.  They went down to the
kitchen to put some frozen pizza in the microwave and the diversion of
dinner seemed to tone down their sexual banter.

But back upstairs in Hank's room – the scene of their initial
"experiment" – their conversation quickly shifted to bluntly sexual.
They became rockhard again, leaking precum into their already sticky
crotches.  Tyler admitted that he had in fact cum in his jeans a lot more
than he had told Hank about.  Hank said he figured that and the minute he
saw Tyler this morning getting out of the car he suspected that Tyler wore
those jeans just to cum in.  "I saw your mom looking...did she say anything
about your pants?" asked Hank.

"Fuck yeah," said Tyler "this morning she couldn't stop bitching about my
pants being too tight, can you believe she actually asked if I was wearing
underwear underneath?  Course, I told her I was but I didn't!"

"She could see the shape of your dick and balls, man!  What did you
expect?" said Hank, smiling.

"Oh and do you like it too?" asked Tyler with mischief in his voice.

"Duh. Your jeans are so tight they cut into your ass and they must jack you
off just walking in them!" replied Hank.

"Yeah they do.  They feel so fuckin good, but they weren't as bad as yours
man...I can see your old cumstains in them," said Tyler.

"So you've always been looking?" responded Hank with a laugh, as he rolled
over on the carpet so his damp jeans bulge was more visible.  Tyler didn't
reply but mischievously poked Hank's jeans crotch with his finger.  Hank
pushed his palm back into Tyler's crotch, feeling his boner for a second.

Tyler yelled "Hey, fuck!" and both boys hearts were pounding.  This actual
touching had gone too far...and yet...as they sat on the carpet with their
legs stretched out next to each other their eyes were staring directly at
each other's bulging jeans, with little globs of congealed cum smeared over
the front.

Tyler said almost in a whisper, "are you gonna cum again?  Our pants are so
fucked already.  Do you want to get our jizz on each other's jeans?"

Hank knew it was wrong and he didn't know why he said it, it almost seemed
as if someone was making him say it – and he heard himself say in a
nervous voice "yeah let's just rub it together."  Wordlessly both boys
turned to each other.  Tyler slid down on the carpet, lying flat on his
back and Hank got on his knees and without a word straddled Tyler.  Their
hearts were pounding and their cocks were rockhard.  For a second they
stopped, pulling away from each other just slightly, but they were too
horny and just wanted to cum again badly.  They looked down at their
obscenely bulging jeans crotches, still damp and sticky from cumming just
over an hour ago.  Tyler's were the worst - still wet, and so tight they
looked painted on, molded to his hardon.  The lowrise jeans revealed almost
an inch of pubic hair, with little globs of cum in it.  For both boys, the
shiny cumsoaked denim was stretched tightly across their obvious
cockheads. They knew they were going to ejaculate again in their pants.
Tyler said hoarsely, "Are you just gonna grind it?"

Hank softly said "yeah" and looked at Tyler expectantly.  Tyler shut his
eyes, overcome with anticipation and the sexual tension.  Hank thrust his
crotch hard into Tyler.  Tyler moaned. Tyler grabbed Hank's jeans ass and
pulled Hank down forcefully onto him just as he arched his back and thrust
into Hank's crotch. The boys humped hard, their bodies in rhythm with each
thrust.  They were grunting as their crotches pounded into each other, the
jeans abrading, the skin on their erect cocks stretched to the maximum,
precum oozing out and once again soaking their jeans at the tips of their
cocks.

Hank wanted to cum so badly but he wanted to prolong it as much as
possible.  He could feel Tyler's fingers deep into his jeans ass crack
pulling his body down hard on Tyler's crotch and he could feel the exact
shape of their two erect cocks as they ground into each other. Tyler's eyes
were closed, he could feel the heat from Hank above him and knew that his
t-shirt was soaked with sweat as he desperately tried to stop the impending
orgasm.  But he couldn't.  The first wave of the orgasm started deep in his
groin.  He felt the hot spurt of semen blast into his jeans and he heard
the squirting sound.  "Oh fuck, oh fuck," Tyler gasped as the second and
third squirts of his hot thick semen were pumped into his jeans, coating
his cock and balls in seconds.

Tyler realized that his semen was piercing the thin denim and was being
injected directly into Hank's jeans.  When Hank felt the initial warmth of
Tyler's cum penetrate his own jeans, he knew he couldn't hold it any
longer.  Hank's balls gushed forth all his creamy boycum, pumping it
violently into his jeans and into Tyler's jeans crotch.  Their mutual
orgasms continued for what seemed a full minute, with each boy arching his
back and thrusting hard, straining to get the last squirt of thick boycum
out of his cock and into his jeans.  The bubbly and squishy sounds told
them that thick globs of semen were sloshing back and forth between their
jeans crotches. Finally they caught their breath, and Tyler opened his
eyes, seeing Hank straddling him, both their t-shirts soaked with
sweat. Their jeans crotches were utterly drenched with both boys' semen,
completely sticky and gooey.  "God, look at that, we must have squirted a
fuckin gallon!" said Tyler, still panting.  At age 15, the horny boys
produced massive amounts of thick teenboycum.

Hank reached down and put his hand right on the white slime covering
Tyler's bulging crotch.  Little pools of thick creamy semen were in all the
crevices of the denim bunched around Tyler's crotch.  Hank smeared it
around some more, feeling Tyler's still throbbing hardon, and slid up to
his own jeans crotch.  He mixed their semen even more and then smeared the
thick goo up onto Tyler's smooth stomach and t-shirt as Tyler moaned
softly. Hank rolled off Tyler and lay down next to him on the carpet, their
legs and hips touching. Hank's right hand, stick sticky with semen, rested
on Tyler's arm but Tyler made no effort to move it.

They lay there silently for a while, their minds overwhelmed with what they
had done and the intense feeling of excitement.  "The front of our jeans is
just totally soaked with our jizz, so now," said Hank half-jokingly, "we
gotta do our jeans asses." "Oh god," moaned Tyler, thinking of the
sensation of his wet and sticky jeans being fucked with even more semen.
The air reeked with the sweet smell of cum as the two boys mock wrestled
with each other until Tyler was on his hands and knees and Hank was
thrusting his slimy jeans crotch into Tyler's jeans ass.  Instantly, Tyler
felt both the still-warm goo coating Hank's jeans seep through into his
jeans ass, as well as the firmness of Hank's jeans hardon as it thrust into
the deep crack between his ass cheeks created by Tyler's obscene jeans.  At
first, Hank wasn't sure he could cum again so quickly.  But as he pounded
into Tyler's jeans ass, he realized the intensity of the feeling was
overwhelming. Hank couldn't possibly prolong his masturbation, must less
stop himself from cumming again.  He barely had time to warn Tyler when he
felt himself exploding again, his hard cock shooting a surprising amount of
boycum still left in his balls. "I'm cumming," gasped Hank.

The semen blasted through his wet crotch and splashed into Tyler's jeans
ass, soaking the center seam and dripping deep into his crack and back down
to Tyler's balls.  Tyler groaned again with intense pleasure as he felt the
warmth of Hank's cum soak into his ass and uncontrollably started squirting
more boycum into his own jeans, even without touching himself.  The boys
humped hard again and again until their balls hurt and they rolled back
down onto the carpet, Tyler on his side moaning "oh fuck oh fuck".  They
were completely spent, and drifted off to sleep on the carpet, their bodies
still touching.

The sound of the garage door opening jarred them awake; in a panicky
second, they realized there would be no time to change before Hank's
parents came in the house.  All they could do was pull down their t-shirts
as low as possible and hope it covered most of the damage.  The room still
smelled of boycum.  But Tyler's t-shirt was tight and short and barely
reached the waistband of his low-rise jeans, let alone covered the
still-shiny wet jeans molded to his cock and balls. Hank's mom popped her
head into the room and saw Hank and Tyler seated on the carpet, playing a
video game. Tyler prayed she didn't say something that would make them
stand up since there would be a wet spot in the carpet from his cum-soaked
jeans ass and of course the front of his jeans were obscenely soaked with
their thick boycum.  She said she wasn't surprised that they were still up
past midnight and asked if the boys had a good time together, and in unison
they said "YEAH".  She could see that both boys' faces were flushed; she at
first thought they were excited from the video game...but her sharp
mother's eye noticed that it seemed like they were covering their crotches.
She wondered for a second if she should ask a question but she decided not
to.  She closed the door and went to her bedroom.  Hank and Tyler looked at
each other. They didn't need to say a word.  They knew they had just
escaped disaster.  But the unuttered question was: Was this just a crazy
one-time experiment that they would be too embarrassed to talk about in the
morning?