From: DOUG@ysub.ysu.edu (Doug Sewell) Newsgroups: alt.sex.motss Subject: Caught wet-handed (story) Date: 16 May 91 14:12:14 GMT This story downloaded from Rusty & Edie's BBS (216-726-2620 - 81 lines, 300/1200/2400/V.32/HST, 5GB+). (I think I also saw this in a magazine). CAUGHT WET HANDED! -- By: GUITARIST -- From the Amber BBS (Boston) Phil and Mike were best buddies in school. One day, on the way home from school, Phil told Mike that he had found some girlie magazines belonging to his older brother, Jim. Mike was eager to see them, so they both went over to Phil's house. "Wait 'til you see these," Phil said as they sat in his bedroom, passing a joint. "I caught Jim jacking off the other day while he was looking at them." "No shit?" Mike said, astonished. He was trying to imagine Phil's cool older brother pulling his pud. "Yeah! Fuck, he really did it, too. I've never seen a guy shoot that much cream!" "Wow," Mike breathed. His cock was already stirring as Phil went and got the magazines. "Here they are!" Phil announced as he dropped them on the bed. There was quite a selection - Club, Penthouse, Hustler and several others. Each boy grabbed one and opened it to the centerfold. "Holy shit! Look at those tits!" Phil said. "Ohhh, what a babe," Mike groaned. "I'd sure like to get her in this room." Phil was intent on his magazine. "God, I'm getting a hardon," Mike admitted sheepishly. "Fuck, I got hard as soon as we started looking at them. Check this out," Phil indicated the straining lump of his boner. "Ha!" Mike laughed, as he leaned over, trying to conceal his straining lump. "C'mon, let's see what you've got," Phil cajoled. "Let's see who has the biggest bulge. I'll stand up if you will." "Nooo, I don't think so." Mike was clearly embarrassed by the tent his swollen dick made in his jeans. "Chicken!" Phil teased, as he dropped the "roach" into the ashtray. Both boys were starting to feel the effects of the grass. As his attention returned to the magazine, Phil began manipulating the bulge in his jeans. Mike watched Phil's hand rubbing over his cock-bulge with some embarrassment. His own cock was arching painfully against his pants, so he reached down and tried to be nonchalant about rearranging his hardon. The feeling of his hand's warmth against his covered prick was amplified by the effects of the weed. Almost hypnotically, he began mimicking Phil's pumping rhythm. "Could you imagine fucking a chick like this ?" Phil asked, his erratic breathing giving away his excitement. "Oh, man, could I!" Mike said, as his horny young mind began conjuring images of his centerfold girl underneath him. "I'd fuck her all over...cum in her mouth...on her tits...in her pussy," Phil daydreamed. By now, Mike was at a point where he wanted to go home and beat off. He could feel a little drop of juice ooze out onto his tight briefs. He stopped rubbing his bulge. "I bet she'd really get turned on by my cock," Phil said, as he continued to rub the front of his jeans. "Aren't you afraid you'll cream in your jeans, Phil?" "Hell, I do that all the time," Phil said almost proudly. "I even did it in Miss Reynolds' class yesterday!" Mike's eyes bugged out as Phil continued, "I did it in my pocket. I just kept staring at her tits, and pretty soon I just let go!" "God damn! I could never beat off in front of Miss Reynolds!" Mike said. "I beat off whenever I feel like it," Phil said as he rubbed the front of his pants with increasing intensity. "And that includes Miss Reynolds' class." Mike's hand returned to his jeans. He was hypnotized by watching his buddy jack off in his jeans. Soon, his hand was moving as hard and fast as Phil's. Suddenly, that certain tingle warned him of the closeness of an orgasm. He tore his hand away from his pants. "I don't want to mess up my pants," Mike complained, his cock bucking and lurching as he tried to hold back. "I gotta walk home!" More clear sauce leaked out of the slit. A wet spot appeared on the front of his pants. "Nothing's gonna stop me from shooting this load," Phil said, his hand seemingly wearing away the fabric of his Levis. "But it'll make a big stain! My mom's gonna get suspicious!" His will power for holding back his semen was weakening. The wet spot on his pants became larger. "Don't you ever take it out?" he asked. "Sure," said Phil. "My bare hand feels as good as anything. I'll take mine out if you take yours out." Normally Mike would never have even considered taking his hard-on out and beating off in front of his buddy. Wasn't that "queer?" But the idea of watching his friend beating his meat seemed strangely exciting. Phil was already hauling his erection out through the fly of his pants. It was surprisingly long, with a big, bulbous head smeared with juice. Phil started flailing on his cock, his attention focused on the glossy pictures of tit-flesh. The abundant pre-cum juice made his hand slurp and pop as it worked over the shaft. Mike's boner gave a powerful lurch in his pants. He suddenly realized that the first shot of semen had just sloshed into his shorts. With that, Mike began frantically fumbling with his zipper. 'Oh, God, hold on,' he thought. 'Just a little longer..." He ripped open the top of his pants, exposing his white briefs, his swollen cock clearly defined under the wet fabric. Mike groaned loudly as he pulled down the front of his wetted underpants, pulled up his shirt, and began pumping full force on his shiny wet cock. He immediately began spewing his load of sticky, hot cum. Wad after wad of sperm landed on his stomach, his arm, his pants, and Phil's bed. Phil was rapidly stroking his hard-on as he watched his buddy cream. "Here it comes!" Phil said through clenched teeth. His hand was a blur now, and as Mike shot the last of his cum, Phil started pumping his abundant load. Most of the arching blobs of jism landed on his pants and began running over his thighs. He was moaning and writhing as his balls were drained by his relentless hand job. "Whew!" he sighed when he was through. "That felt great!" He glanced down at his splattered jeans. "I kinda messed up my pants, though." "Yeah, I got some on mine, too. Shit, I hope it dries before my mother sees it," Mike said. "You can change, but I have to walk home like this." As he passed a box of tissues to Mike, Phil chuckled, "You did it to yourself, Mike." Mike grabbed a handfull of tissue, and began to sop up some of the large blobs of cream which had landed on his pant legs. His still semihard cock laid up along his belly, glistening with cum. His mind was whirling, partly due to the joint he has just shared with his buddy, and partly because of what he had just done. Mike had never before exposed his hard meat to anyone (unless you count that one time in the locker room), and he had certainly never shot his wad with anyone else in the room. Phil was sitting next to Mike on the bed, grinning. His cock hadn't softened at all, in fact he was still slowly stroking it, squeezing out the last of his cream. Phil loved milking jism from his boner. Lord knows, he did it anywhere and everywhere - in class, at the movies, once even in church! Almost whenever his cock got hard, he would reach down and give it the few strokes it would need to release some sperm. Both boys were in a different world when the bedroom door suddenly opened! "Hey Phil, have you seen my....WHAT the FUCK?!?!" It was Jim! And there sat the two young buddies, cocks in hand and covered with sperm. They froze. "Holy shit! What's goin' on here?" Jim asked in disbelief. Mike started stuffing his half-hard-on back in his shorts and pants. With his clean hand, Phil started closing the magazines scattered on the bed. Jim grinned. He realized that he now had his younger brother and his brother's friend by the balls, and he was going to make it pay off! He feigned anger. "You guys been playing with each other? Huh? And where'd you find my magazines?" "No! I never touched him!" Mike protested. What a time for his zipper to get stuck! The front of his shorts had taken his first shot of cum and lay exposed, wet and sticky, as he struggled with his zipper. Jim walked over to his brother. He reached down and scooped up a big blob of cum off his pants. "Yeah? And what's this? Ice cream?" "We were just checking out the magazines..." Phil started. "MY magazines, dip shit!" Jim was enjoying making his brother squirm. In fact, he was getting a hard-on. The bulge in his tight, faded levi's was growing in throbs, the mushrooming head clearly visible under the light blue material. He browsed at one of the open pages. "Well, at least you've got taste, you little twerp," Jim said scornfully. He picked up the magazine and stared at the photos of some honey-blonde cutie. His cock lurched, and grew to almost its full length. The bulge was now extremely obvious. Phil noticed it and caught Mike's eye. He pointed at his brother's erection and gave the bewildered Mike a sly grin. He reached up and quickly squeezed the bulge of his brother's cock. "Hey! Watch it, you little queer!" Jim shouted. "Yeah, you're turned on, too!" Phil countered. "Hey, I get turned on by chicks, not my buddies!" Jim was posturing. His cock actually started growing when he realized that they had just finished beating off. Now, it was fully hard and aching to be taken out of his jeans. "I suppose that's a banana in your pants!" Phil cracked. Mike sputtered, stifling a laugh. "Real funny! It seems you're real interested in what's in my pants," Jim said. He popped open the buttons on his levis. "Well, you're going to get a real good look at it now!" He reached in and hauled out his massive erection. It looked to be as big as both boys' cocks put together! The head was shiny, angry purplish-red. The shaft was laced with thick veins. The boys were in awe. They'd never imagined a cock could be that big. Mike was wondering what Jim was going to do with it. He was a little scared. He'd never seen Phil's brother act this way. "Pretty big, huh?" Jim asked, proudly, as he began stroking his big dick. "You guys need to be taught a lesson about the dangers of acting like a couple of queers." He turned toward Phil. "You're gonna find out what it means to be a homo." "Fuck off and die, shit-for-brains!" Phil retorted. Jim released his cock and quickly reached down, grabbing Phil by the shirt. "Listen, Phil...unless you want Mom to hear about how you go into your bedroom and pull your pud with your friends, you better do what I say!" Phil thought briefly about mentioning the time he saw Jim jacking off in his own bedroom, but thought better of it. After all, that would only prove that he was spying on his brother. Jim eased him down and ordered, "Wrap your hand around it." Phil complied, gently stroking his brother's cock. Mike was amazed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was all happening too fast. Jim lowered his levis down around his ass, and released his swollen balls from their confinement. They were in proportion to the size of his cock -huge. Phil was becoming fascinated with the feel of Jim's hard-on. He could feel it throb each time his hand rubbed over the ridge of the head. His face was inches from it. He could smell the musky scent of it. "Yeah, that's it," Jim prompted. He looked over at Mike. "You... play with my balls," he ordered sharply. Mike was afraid to disobey. He scooted over next to his buddy and began fondling the low-hanging balls of the older boy. The ball-sac felt cool and hot at the same time. "Stroke it faster!.......Yeahhhh," Jim sighed. He was on a power trip. He looked down at the two underclassmen working on his aroused genitals. He was getting to the pointwhere hisballs would release their pent-up load. "You do that real good," he said to Phil. "I bet you've had a lot of practice." He knew Phil jacked off a lot, he'd seen the frequent wet spots on his pants. He couldn't resist rubbing it in. "I bet you jack-off all the time, huh? Ooooh, yeah! That feels great, Mike." Mike was tickling the underside of Jim's scrotum. He could feel the sac tightening, and figured Jim was close to cumming. He was right. Suddenly a spurt of cream jetted out of Jim's cock, landing right on Phil's cheek. "Agggghh!" Phil shouted, letting go of the erupting prick and backing away. For a short while the cock swung freely, spewing wads of jizz all over the two seated boys. Jim then grabbed his cock and began flailing it as it continued erupting. Most of the blobs of semen landed on Phil and Mike, even as they tried to move out of the way. More and more sperm shot out of his huge prick. "Nnnnggg! Unnn! Nnng!" Jim moaned as his orgasm began to fade. The globs of jism were now dripping down on the carpet, their ejecting force diminishing. Finally Jim sighed, signaling that his orgasm had passed. The room reeked of boy-cum. Phil and Mike were covered in a combination of their own juices and those from Jim's over-sized climax. Both boys were fully hard once more, having just taken part in making this cool senior boy shoot his load. "Well, I hope you learned your lesson," Jim said as he stuffed his glistening wet cock back into his levis. A wet spot appeared on the material. "I don't ever want to catch you two pulling any shit like this again. And give me back my magazines!" The magazines were piled up and returned to Jim. He left the room without another word.