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VARSITY
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Brian Dern and Gene Saylor had both reached their goal, they were
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both chosen to be on Harbor High School's varsity football team. But
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when Brian saw that Gene's name was also on the list, he experienced a
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twinge of anxiety.
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The relationship between them went way back into childhood. They
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lived in the same neighborhood, their parents played bridge together,
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and all during elementary school, Brian and Gene were inseparable - in
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fact some of the other kids thought they were brothers. This was not an
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unlikely conclusion to reach. Although Gene was blond and Brian had
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brown hair, they looked very much alike and dressed very much alike.
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They were best buddies.
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In junior high, though, something happened that caused them to see
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less and less of each other. Their parents and friends were mystified,
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but neither of the boys would talk about it. What happened was that
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Brian had stolen a Playboy magazine from a liquor store and asked Gene
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to come over and look at it. Both boys of course got very hard, and
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Brian talked Gene into the idea of taking their cocks out and
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masturbating. They did, but afterwards felt very guilty. Their guilt
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eventually drove them apart, until they were only the most casual of
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friends.
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Now Brian realized that he and Gene would be on the same team, which
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had not been the case in previous years. (Brian had started in the
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football program earlier than Gene and played junior varsity while Gene
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was still in Frosh/Soph football.) He wondered if, after all this time,
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their relationship could be mended.
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At their first practice, Gene and Brian found themselves sitting next
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to one another on the bench. They started by discussing some new plays
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the coach had given them, then the imminent arrival of their varsity
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jackets, then the conversation turned to their girlfriends. Their eyes
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met, and an awkward silence ensued. It was Gene who finally spoke up.
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"I've been thinking..." Another pause. "We were just little kids
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when...that....thing...happened..."
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Brian looked around nervously.
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Gene continued, his eyes on the ground. "What do you say we just
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pretend it never happened?"
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Brian's heart swelled. He had been hoping for this for years. He
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tried to contain his emotion, but his voice cracked, "Yeah..." He
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cleared his throat. "Sounds O.K."
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They looked at each other and smiled. A great weight had been lifted
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from them both.
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In the coming weeks, they began hanging around together more and
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more. Some observant classmates noticed that Brian would occasionally
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show up in some of Gene's clothes and vice-versa. They began to look
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like brothers again. Both of them had very solid builds for high school
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students, they were the same height, and they wore exclusively Levi's
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corduroy jeans or 501's. They wore the same brand of T-shirt (J.C.
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Penney "polo" tees), sometimes alone, sometimes underneath button down
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shirts. They wore their hair the same, somewhat shorter than most of
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their classmates, but longer than most of the jocks. They were desired
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by every girl on campus (and some of the guys, too.)
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Gene was going out with Denise Shaw, a very pretty brunette, whose
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look suggested innocence, but whose reputation did not. Brian was
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seeing Bonnie Hansen, a blond, who was attractive but not striking, a
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good student, and member of the marching band. It was Bonnie who first
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brought up the idea of a double date.
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It was decided that they would all go to the Warner Drive-in on
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Saturday. Brian convinced Gene to borrow his dad's big Buick so there
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would be room to maneuver.
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The Warner was showing a double feature - a 007-type spy movie and a
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B-grade sci-fi creature movie. Gene planned their arrival so he could
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watch the spy movie first, then turn his attention to Denise during the
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second movie. When he got there, Gene realized that, although taking
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the Buick was a good move, he would have to take the front seat and be
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in view of Brian and his date. He hoped he wouldn't embarrass himself
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by cumming in his pants the way Denise usually made him do in the
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drive-in.
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During the first movie, both couples cuddled and kissed. The kissing
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became more intense during the movie's love scenes. At intermission,
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the girls were clamoring for some popcorn and something to drink. Brian
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and Gene headed for the snack bar, both with their hands stuffed deep in
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their pockets as they tried to conceal their hard-on bulges.
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Once in the snack bar, Gene looked down at Brian's puffed fly and
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grinned. "You too, huh?" he asked.
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Brian saw what he was looking at, noticed Gene's pose and grinned
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back. "Does Denise ever let you have any?" he asked quietly.
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Gene didn't want to admit that their activity had never gotten past
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his ejaculating in his pants, so he said, "Yeah, sometimes. How about
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you and Bonnie?"
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"Naw, she's too much of a goody-good."
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Their popcorn and Cokes were delivered, and now they had to remove
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their hands from their pockets. The two football players walked back to
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the car with big, obvious, unyielding bulges in their Levis cords.
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While the guys were gone, their dates were talking.
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"Brian's a real hunk, huh?" Denise asked Bonnie.
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"Yeah, I think so. But Gene's a real dreamboat... you're so lucky!"
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"Have you ever done anything with Brian?"
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"No, I'm saving myself," Bonnie said. Her eyes widened as she
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wondered aloud, "You've done it with Gene?"
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"No, he never gets it out of his pants," Denise replied.
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"What do you mean?"
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"Well, usually he cums in his pants while we're making out." Seeing
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Bonnie's incredulous look, she continued, "Sometimes I...`help' him do
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it." Denise smiled a wicked grin and both girls began giggling.
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The guys returned to their laughing dates. "What's so funny?" Brian
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asked.
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"Oh, nothing. Just girl-talk," Bonnie responded.
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"But you should try that, Bonnie," Denise hinted. Bonnie just
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smiled.
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The couples polished off their snacks quickly, and soon the making
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out began in earnest.
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Brian was trying to figure out what was going on in the front seat.
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He kept hearing Gene whisper things like, "Not tonight, O.K.?" and "Slow
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down!" and "Cut it out!" He figured out that Denise was giving Gene a
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hand-job in the front seat, but didn't fully understand why Gene was
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trying to stop her. Still, knowing that his buddy was "getting some"
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emboldened Brian. He didn't want to seem less of a stud than his
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friend. He leaned over Bonnie and moved his body on top of hers. It
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was very awkward until he got Bonnie to stretch out on the seat. Then
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he laid on top of her, and for the first time, Bonnie felt Brian's
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hardness rubbing against her.
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Gene glanced back to see what all the commotion was and saw Brian
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laying on top of his date. He could see Brian's ass muscles through the
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fabric of his pants, working in a steady rhythm. He wondered if Brian
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had his cock out and was actually `doing it' in the back seat.
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Gene had to bring his concentration back to what Denise was trying to
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do. Despite his repeated pleas, she kept playfully teasing and rubbing
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his trapped cock, making him leak globs of pre- cum into his shorts and
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pants. He prayed he would be able to hold his cum, and not have to
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embarrass himself in front of Brian. But Denise was very good at this,
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since she had made him cum enough times to know just how and where to
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rub his throbbing cock.
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"Stop it!" Gene hissed through clenched teeth.
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"Oh, you can't mean that. This is fun!" Denise whispered.
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"Well then at least take it out."
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It was when he heard that, Brian realized what was going on in the
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front seat. Gene was getting a hand job all right, but it was still in
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his pants. Brian's own cock leaked a big glob of juice in his shorts as
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he continued making out with Bonnie.
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"No! Wait!" Gene's whispers were frantic, and his breathing was
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heavy.
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Brian realized that Gene was getting ready to shoot off in his jeans.
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He looked up just in time to see it all.
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Gene clutched Denise tightly. Brian saw Gene's face straining,
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almost in pain as he fought to hold back his load. Suddenly Gene let
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out a half-groan, half-sob, and his breaths took on the rhythm of the
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spurts of semen which began filling his shorts and pants.
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`He's really doing it!' Brian thought. `Gene's creaming his jeans!'
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Brian had kept up the steady humping of his trapped hard-on against his
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date all through this, but was taken by surprize when he felt his own
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cock releasing big globs of hot, wet goo into his shorts! He
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immediately tried to stop the flow, but it was too late. He resigned
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himself to the feeling, but managed to keep his breathing under control
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while his cock continued to squirt.
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Now both boys were caught up in orgasmic contractions. Wet, sticky
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semen filled the inside of their shorts, soaking through to make shiny,
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wet stains on the outsides of their pants.
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Gene was mortified. He knew he had made so much noise while cumming
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that Brian had to know what happened. He was unaware that Brian had
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shared his orgasm in the back seat. He looked at the car's clock.
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"Uh... (ahem)... Uh, I told Dad I'd have the car back at 11:00.
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Brian?"
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Brian pulled himself off his date. "Yeah, that's cool," he said.
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Everyone began rearranging clothing as Gene started the car.
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Once the girls had been taken home, Gene felt as though he should say
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something about his "accident," especially since the car reeked of cum,
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but he couldn't think of what to say. After a long silence he said,
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"Well, I guess you know what happened..."
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"Huh? Oh, yeah," Brian replied. He had been off in his own world,
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worrying about his own wet underwear.
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"Man, I just couldn't help it, you know? I'm sorry if it ruined
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things for you and Bonnie."
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Brian realized then that Gene didn't know that he had done the same
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thing. He decided to put his friend out of his misery. "Hey man, don't
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worry about it. I did it too."
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"Naw man, you don't understand. I...I...shot off in my pants, man,"
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Gene admitted.
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"Yeah, I know. So did I"
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Gene whipped his head around. "Huh?" he said. He looked down at
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Brian's pants. Brian was wearing dark blue corduroys, and the stain was
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not apparent, especially in the dark. "You're bullshitting, dude!" Gene
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challanged.
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"No, really! Here...feel it...right there." Brian pointed to where
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his load had soaked through.
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Tentatively, Gene reached down and touched his buddy's pants,
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something he hadn't done since junior high. His fingers landed on cold
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wetness. He kind of pinched the material and felt a sloshing, gooey
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mass underneath the fabric. Brian smiled.
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"Well, I'll be damned," Gene said. "Now I don't feel so bad."
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Brian glanced at Gene's pants. He was in faded tan corduroys, and
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the stain by his fly was very obvious - and very large. "Looks like you
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really did it," he commented.
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"Yeah, Denise really knows how to get me hot," Gene admitted
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sheepishly.
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"Hey, there's nothing wrong with creaming in your jeans. Lots of
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guys do it," Brian said.
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"Yeah but...it seems like I can't hold back anymore. Every time I go
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out with a chick I come home with wet shorts."
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"Well at least you get your nut. Just think about those nerds who
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can't even get a date."
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"Yeah, I guess you're right," Gene said as they pulled up to Brian's
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house. "See you Monday."
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"Yeah, thanks for driving!" Brian called as he walked to his door.
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The following Saturday found both boys without a date. Since the
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movie at the Warner was one that both of them really wanted to see, they
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decided to go together in Brian's little sports car.
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Partway through the movie there was a love scene. Brian noticed Gene
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moving and squirming in the passenger's seat and looked over just in
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time to see him adjusting a big lump in his faded 501's.
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"Enjoying the movie?" Brian teased.
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Gene looked over and saw Brian looking at his crotch. "Shutup," was
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all he could say, and he punched Brian in the arm.
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Brian laughed. He could feel his own cock starting to throb and
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swell in his jeans. "Yeah, I wish Bonnie didn't have that band concert
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tonight."
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"Yeah, I'd sure like to have Denise here, too."
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"She'd only make you cream in your jeans," Brian taunted.
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Gene retorted, "That's cool...lots of guys do it that way, DON'T THEY
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BRIAN!?"
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Both boys laughed. The love scene was getting steamier, and both
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guys had full erections straining against their jeans.
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"Has Bonnie made you cum in your pants a lot, Bri?" Gene wondered
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aloud.
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"No, that was the first time with her. But other chicks have."
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"How many times?"
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"Hey, if I had a dollar for every time I've come home with jizz-
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soaked underpants, I'd be rich," Brian replied.
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Gene chuckled. After a short silence, he continued, "It's really not
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such a bad feeling, you know?"
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"No, it sure beats going home with blue balls."
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"Have you ever...um...done it to yourself?" Gene asked tentatively.
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"You mean have I ever jacked off? You KNOW about that."
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"No, I mean...have you ever jacked off in your pants?"
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"Yeah," Brian admitted. "A couple of times."
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Inside, Gene breathed a sigh of relief. "Me too," he said. "I even
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did it in class a couple of times."
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"Wow," his buddy breathed.
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"I kinda like feeling my cock shoot off into my shorts, especially
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since I've been going out with Denise." Gene said.
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"Yeah, I gotta admit, it felt pretty good last night when I was
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humping Bonnie."
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Both boys were rock hard and leaking in their Levis.
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"Hey man, we gotta either stop talking about this, or do something
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about it. Otherwise I'm gonna go home with blue balls tonight!" Brian
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said.
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"Well...you wanna...like...fool around a little?" Gene asked quietly.
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"You mean, like, pretend we're with our dates or something?"
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"Yeah. I'll rub you in your pants and you rub mine," Gene suggested.
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Without another word, each guy put his hand in his buddy's lap and
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began massaging. This went on for several minutes. Brian broke the
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silence.
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"Hey, this feels pretty good."
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"Yeah," Gene croaked.
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"It's not the same as being with Bonnie though," Brian said. "You
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wanna try...well, you wanna like...kiss and stuff?"
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Gene looked at Brian for the first time since they started their sex
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play. "I don't know, man. Isn't that kinda like...queer?"
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"Well, hey. I know you're not queer and, you know I'm not. We're
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just pretending we're with our dates," Brian rationalized.
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Gene thought about it for a while. Brian kept up a steady rhythm on
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his concealed hard-on, hoping Gene would get so aroused he'd agree.
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Finally, Gene whispered, "O.K."
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Slowly, the guys brought their faces together, their eyes open.
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Brian sensed the hand on his crotch was trembling. Gene closed his eyes
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and Brian moved the last few inches until their lips met. He felt
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Gene's cock throb HARD under the confines of his jeans. The first kiss
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was tentative, followed by another, and another, each increasing in
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intensity. The two high school varsity football players began
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passionately kissing, each rubbing the other's cock, right in the
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drive-in!
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The tempo of their crotch rubbing increased. Both guys were
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drenching their shorts with pre-cum juice. Brian could feel the wetness
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soaking through the soft denim of Gene's pants. Their tongues
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intertwined as they got closer and closer to their now inevitable
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orgasms.
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Gene pulled away. Eyes tightly shut, he clutched Brian to him and
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began murmuring, "No Denise, don't make me do it. Stop! I can't hold
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it!" He was deep in his fantasy. The sound of Brian's deep groan
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brought him back. "Brian... Ooooohhh, Brian.... yeah, make me do
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it...make me cream in my pants!"
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Both guys went over the edge. The first spurts of hot semen sloshed
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into their shorts at the same moment. Clutching each other tightly, the
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two hunky teammates frantically rubbed each other's crotches as wad
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after wad of milky white liquid soaked their Levis. Wet, shiny stains
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spread quickly over the ends of their cock-bulges. Brian's orgasm
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lasted a little longer than Gene's, and Gene considerately milked his
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buddy's boner until he finished shooting in his pants.
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Finally it was over. The guys were sweaty and exhausted. The
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windows of the small car were completely steamed over. Their 501 jeans
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were drenched with the results of their huge orgasms.
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Brian wiped the inside of the windshield only to see the movie
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credits rolling up the screen. He turned to Gene. "You want to go?" he
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asked.
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"Yeah, O.K."
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They rode in silence back to Gene's house. As they pulled up, Gene
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looked into Brian's eyes and said, "I don't know if we should do this
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anymore."
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After a second or two, Brian replied, "Yeah, you're right. We
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probably shouldn't."
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(They did.)
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