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Authors name: Mr. Cream Jeans
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Story title : Varsity Boys
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Varsity Boys - July 1994
by Mr. Cream Jeans (webmaster@creaminyourjeans.com)
***
Brian Dern and Gene Saylor had both reached their
goal, they were both chosen to be on Harbor High
School's varsity football team. But when Brian saw
that Gene's name was also on the list, he experienced
a twinge of anxiety.
The relationship between them went way back into
childhood. They lived in the same neighborhood, their
parents played bridge together, and all during elemen-
tary school, Brian and Gene were inseparable - in fact
some of the other kids thought they were brothers.
This was not an unlikely conclusion to reach. Although
Gene was blond and Brian had brown hair, they looked
very much alike and dressed very much alike. They were
best buddies.
In junior high, though, something happened that
caused them to see less and less of each other. Their
parents and friends were mystified, but neither of the
boys would talk about it. What happened was that Brian
had stolen a Playboy magazine from a liquor store and
asked Gene to come over and look at it. Both boys of
course got very hard, and Brian talked Gene into the
idea of taking their cocks out and masturbating. They
did, but afterwards felt very guilty. Their guilt
eventually drove them apart, until they were only the
most casual of friends.
Now Brian realized that he and Gene would be on the
same team, which had not been the case in previous
years. (Brian had started in the football program
earlier than Gene and played junior varsity while Gene
was still in Frosh/Soph football.) He wondered if,
after all this time, their relationship could be
mended.
At their first practice, Gene and Brian found them-
selves sitting next to one another on the bench. They
started by discussing some new plays the coach had
given them, then the imminent arrival of their varsity
jackets, then the conversation turned to their girl-
friends. Their eyes met, and an awkward silence
ensued. It was Gene who finally spoke up.
"I've been thinking..." Another pause. "We were just
little kids when...that....thing...happened..."
Brian looked around nervously.
Gene continued, his eyes on the ground. "What do you
say we just pretend it never happened?"
Brian's heart swelled. He had been hoping for this
for years. He tried to contain his emotion, but his
voice cracked, "Yeah..." He cleared his throat. "Sounds
O.K."
They looked at each other and smiled. A great weight
had been lifted from them both.
In the coming weeks, they began hanging around to-
gether more and more. Some observant classmates
noticed that Brian would occasionally show up in some
of Gene's clothes and vice-versa. They began to look
like brothers again. Both of them had very solid
builds for high school students, they were the same
height, and they wore exclusively Levi's corduroy jeans
or 501's. They wore the same brand of T-shirt (J.C.
Penney "polo" tees), sometimes alone, sometimes under-
neath button down shirts. They wore their hair the
same, somewhat shorter than most of their classmates,
but longer than most of the jocks. They were desired
by every girl on campus.
Gene was going out with Denise Shaw, a very pretty
brunette, whose look suggested innocence, but whose
reputation did not. Brian was seeing Bonnie Hansen,
a blond, who was attractive but not striking, a good
student, and member of the marching band. It was
Bonnie who first brought up the idea of a double date.
It was decided that they would all go to the Drive-
in on Saturday. Brian convinced Gene to borrow his
dad's big Buick so there would be room to maneuver.
The Drive-in was showing a double feature - a 007-
type spy movie and a B-grade sci-fi creature movie.
Gene planned their arrival so he could watch the spy
movie first, then turn his attention to Denise during
the second movie. When he got there, Gene realized
that, although taking the Buick was a good move, he
would have to take the front seat and be in view of
Brian and his date. He hoped he wouldn't embarrass
himself by cumming in his pants the way Denise usually
made him do when they messed around like this.
During the first movie, both couples cuddled and
kissed. The kissing became more intense during the
movie's love scenes. At intermission, the girls were
clamoring for some popcorn and something to drink.
Brian and Gene headed for the snack bar, both with
their hands stuffed deep in their pockets as they
tried to conceal their hard-on's.
Once in the snack bar, Gene looked down at Brian's
puffed fly and grinned. "You too, huh?" he asked.
Brian saw what he was looking at, noticed Gene's
pose and grinned back. "Does Denise ever let you have
any?" he asked quietly.
Gene didn't want to admit that their activity had
never gotten past his ejaculating in his pants, so he
said, "Yeah, sometimes. How about you and Bonnie?"
"Naw, she's too much of a goody-good."
Their popcorn and Cokes were delivered, and now they
had to remove their hands from their pockets. The two
football players walked back to the car with big,
obvious, unyielding bulges in their Levis cords in
antiapation of events still to come.
-=*=-
While the guys were gone, their dates were talking.
"Brian's a real hunk, huh?" Denise asked Bonnie.
"Yeah, I think so. But Gene's a real dreamboat...
you're so lucky!"
"Have you ever done anything with Brian?"
"No, I'm saving myself," Bonnie said. Her eyes
widened as she wondered aloud, "You've done it with
Gene?"
"No, he never gets it out of his pants," Denise
replied.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, usually he cums in his pants while we're
making out." Seeing Bonnie's incredulous look, she
continued, "Sometimes I...`help' him do it." Denise
smiled a wicked grin and both girls began giggling.
-=*=-
The guys returned to their laughing dates. "What's
so funny?" Brian asked.
"Oh, nothing. Just girl-talk," Bonnie responded.
"But you should try that, Bonnie," Denise hinted.
Bonnie just smiled.
The couples polished off their snacks quickly, and
soon the making out began again in earnest.
Brian was trying to figure out what was going on in
the front seat. He kept hearing Gene whisper things
like, "Not tonight, O.K.?" and "Slow down!" and "Cut
it out!" He figured out that Denise was giving Gene a
hand-job in the front seat, but didn't fully understand
why Gene was trying to stop her. Still, knowing that
his buddy was "getting some" emboldened Brian. He
didn't want to seem less of a stud than his friend.
He leaned over Bonnie and moved his body on top of
hers. It was very awkward until he got Bonnie to
stretch out on the seat. Then he laid on top of her,
and for the first time, Bonnie felt Brian's hardness
rubbing against her.
Gene glanced back to see what all the commotion was
and saw Brian laying on top of his date. He could see
Brian's ass working in a steady rhythm. He wondered
if Brian had his cock out and was actually `doing it'
in the back seat.
Gene had to bring his concentration back to what
Denise was trying to do. Despite his repeated pleas,
she kept playfully teasing and rubbing his trapped
cock, making him leak globs of pre-cum into his shorts.
He prayed he would be able to hold out, and not have
to embarrass himself in front of Brian. But Denise
was very good at this, since she had made him cum
enough times to know just how and where to rub his
throbbing cock.
"Stop it!" Gene hissed through clenched teeth.
"Oh, you can't mean that. This is fun!" Denise
giggled.
"Well then at least take it out."
It was when he heard that, Brian realized what was
going on in the front seat. Gene was getting a hand
job all right, but it was still in his pants. Brian's
own cock was leaking juice in his shorts as he con-
tinued making out with Bonnie.
"No! Wait!" Gene's whispers were frantic, and his
breathing was heavy.
Brian realized that Gene was getting ready to shoot
off in his jeans. He looked up just in time to see it
all.
Gene clutched Denise tightly. Brian saw Gene's face
straining, almost in pain as he fought to hold back his
load. Suddenly Gene let out a half-groan, half-sob,
and his breath took on the rhythm of the spurts of
semen which began filling his shorts and pants.
`He's really doing it!' Brian thought. `Gene's
creaming his jeans!' Brian had kept up the steady
humping of his trapped hard-on against his date all
through this, but was taken by surprize when he felt
his own cock releasing big gushes of hot, wet goo
into his shorts! He immediately tried to stop the
flow, but it was too late. He resigned himself to
the feeling, but managed to keep his breathing under
control while his cock continued to squirt.
Now both boys were caught up in orgasmic con-
tractions. Wet, sticky semen filled the inside of
their shorts, soaking through to make shiny, wet
stains on the outsides of their pants.
Gene was mortified. He knew he had made so much
noise while cumming that Brian had to know what
happened. He was unaware that Brian had had the same
experience in the back seat. He looked at the car's
clock.
"Uh... (ahem)... Uh, I told Dad I'd have the car
back at 11:00. Brian?"
Brian pulled himself off his date. "Yeah, that's
cool," he said.
Everyone began rearranging clothing as Gene started
the car.
Once the girls had been taken home, Gene felt as
though he should say something about his "accident,"
especially since the car reeked of cum, but he couldn't
think of what to say. After a long silence he said,
"Well, I guess you know what happened..."
"Huh? Oh, yeah," Brian replied. He had been off in
his own world, worrying about his own wet underwear.
"Man, I just couldn't help it, you know? I'm sorry
if it ruined things for you and Bonnie."
Brian realized then that Gene didn't know that he
had done the same thing. He decided to put his friend
out of his misery. "Hey man, don't worry about it. I
did it too."
"Naw man, you don't understand. I...I...shot off in
my pants, man," Gene admitted.
"Yeah, I know. So did I."
Gene whipped his head around. "Huh?" he said. He
looked down at Brian's pants. Brian was wearing dark
blue corduroys, and the stain was not apparent,
especially in the dark. "You're bullshitting, dude!"
Gene challanged.
"No, really! Here...feel it...right there." Brian
pointed to where his load had soaked through.
Tentatively, Gene reached down and touched his
buddy's pants, something he hadn't done since junior
high. His fingers landed on cold wetness. He kind of
pinched the material and felt a sloshing, gooey mass
underneath the fabric. Brian smiled.
"Well, I'll be damned," Gene said. "Now I don't feel
so bad."
Brian glanced at Gene's pants. He was in faded tan
corduroys, and the stain by his fly was very obvious -
and very large. "Looks like you really did it," he
commented.
"Yeah, Denise really knows how to get me hot," Gene
admitted sheepishly.
"Hey, there's nothing wrong with creaming in your
jeans. Lots of guys do it," Brian said.
"Yeah but...it seems like I can't hold back anymore.
Every time I go out with her I come home with wet
shorts."
"Well at least you get your nuts off. Just think
about those nerds who can't even get a date."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Gene said as they
pulled up to Brian's house. "See you Monday."
"Yeah, thanks for driving!" Brian called as he walked
to his door.
-=*=-
The following Saturday found both boys were without
a date. Since the movie at the Drive-in was one that
both of them really wanted to see, they decided to go
together in Brian's little sports car.
Partway through the movie there was a love scene.
Brian noticed Gene moving and squirming in the passen-
ger's seat and looked over just in time to see him
adjusting a big lump in his faded 501's.
"Enjoying the movie?" Brian teased.
Gene looked over and saw Brian looking at his crotch.
"Shutup," was all he could say, and he punched Brian
in the arm.
Brian laughed. He could feel his own cock starting
to throb and swell in his jeans. "Yeah, I wish Bonnie
didn't have that band concert tonight."
"Yeah, I'd sure like to have Denise here, too."
"She'd only make you cream in your jeans," Brian
taunted.
Gene retorted, "That's cool...lots of guys do it
that way, DON'T THEY BRIAN!?"
Both boys laughed. The love scene was getting
steamier, and both of them had full erections straining
against their jeans.
"Has Bonnie made you cum in your pants a lot, Bri?"
Gene wondered aloud.
"No, that was the first time with her. But other
chicks have."
"How many times?"
"Hey, if I had a dollar for every time I've come home
with jizz-soaked underpants, I'd be rich," Brian re-
plied.
Gene chuckled. After a short silence, he continued,
"It's really not such a bad feeling, you know?"
"No, it sure beats going home with blue balls."
"Have you ever...um...done it to yourself?" Gene
asked tentatively.
"You mean have I ever jacked off? That's a stupid
question."
"No, I mean...have you ever jacked off in your
pants?"
"Yeah," Brian admitted. "A couple of times."
Inside, Gene breathed a sigh of relief. "Me too,"
he said. "I even did it in class a couple of times."
"Wow," his buddy breathed.
"I kinda like feeling my cock shoot off into my
shorts, especially since I've been going out with
Denise." Gene said.
"Yeah, I gotta admit, it felt pretty good last night
when I was humping Bonnie."
Both boys were rock hard and leaking in their Levis
by now.
"Hey man, we gotta either stop talking about this,
or do something about it. Otherwise I'm gonna go home
with blue balls tonight!" Brian said.
"Well...you wanna...like...fool around a little?"
Gene asked quietly.
"You mean, like, pretend we're with our dates or
something?"
"Yeah. I'll rub you in your pants and you rub mine,"
Gene suggested.
Without another word, each guy put his hand in his
buddy's lap and began massaging. This went on for
several minutes. Brian broke the silence.
"Hey, this feels pretty good."
"Yeah," Gene croaked.
"It's not the same as being with Bonnie though,"
Brian said. "You wanna try...well, you wanna like...
kiss and stuff?"
Gene looked at Brian for the first time since they
started their sex play. "I don't know, man. Isn't
that kinda like...queer?"
"Well, hey. I know you're not queer and, you know
I'm not. We're just pretending we're with our dates,"
Brian rationalized.
Gene thought about it for a while. Brian kept up a
steady rhythm on his concealed hard-on, hoping Gene
would get so aroused he'd agree.
Finally, Gene whispered, "O.K."
Slowly, the guys brought their faces together, their
eyes open. Brian sensed the hand on his crotch was
trembling. Gene closed his eyes and Brian moved the
last few inches until their lips met. He felt Gene's
cock throb HARD under the confines of his jeans. The
first kiss was tentative, followed by another, and
another, each increasing in intensity. The two high
school varsity football players began passionately
kissing, each rubbing the other's cock, right in the
drive-in!
The tempo of their crotch rubbing increased. Both
guys were drenching their shorts with pre-cum juice
now. Brian could feel the wetness soaking through the
soft denim of Gene's pants. Their tongues intertwined
as they got closer and closer to their now inevitable
orgasms.
Gene pulled away. Eyes tightly shut, he clutched
Brian to him and began murmuring, "No Denise, don't
make me do it. Stop! I can't hold it!" He was deep
in his fantasy. The sound of Brian's deep groan
brought him back. "Brian... Ooooohhh, Brian....
yeah, make me do it...make me cream in my pants!"
Both guys went over the edge together. The first
spurts of hot semen sloshed into their shorts at the
same moment. Clutching each other's crotches tightly,
the two hunky teammates frantically rubbed each other
as wad after wad of milky white liquid soaked their
Levis. Wet, shiny stains spread quickly over the ends
of their cock-bulges. Brian's orgasm lasted a little
longer than Gene's, and Gene considerately milked his
buddy's boner until he finished shooting in his pants.
Finally it was over. The guys were sweaty and ex-
hausted. The windows of the small car were completely
steamed over. Their 501 jeans were drenched with the
results of their huge orgasms.
Brian wiped the inside of the windshield only to see
the movie credits rolling up the screen. He turned to
Gene. "You want to go?" he asked.
"Yeah, O.K."
They rode in silence back to Gene's house. As they
pulled up, Gene looked into Brian's eyes and said, "I
don't know if we should do this anymore."
After a second or two, Brian replied, "Yeah, you're
right. We probably shouldn't."
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