GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/boys.txt

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   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
hard-on, 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  hard-on.   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.

   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 head on the end of his cock,  his attention focused on  the
glossy pictures

   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 ittle longer...
He  ripped open the top of his pant,  exposing his white  briefs,
his   swollen   cock  clearly  defined  underneath   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  jeans  as his  cock  was  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 blob, his head 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 himself in  front  of
anyone.

    Phil was sitting next to Mike on the bed,  grinning. His cock
hadn't  softened  and he continued squeezing out the last of  his
cream. Phil loved milking jism from his boner.

   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.  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 out...

   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 the moist spot was still showing.

   Jim walked over to his brother. He reached down and scooped up
the open magazines.

   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  showed  his  erection  and  Phil gave  the
bewildered  Mike a sly grin.

   Hey! Watch it, you little queer! Jim shouted.

   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 cum togeather.

   I suppose that's a banana in your pants!  Phil  cracked.  Mike
sputtered, stifling a laugh.

   Real  funny!  It  seems you're real intersted 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 togeather.

   The  boys were in awe.  They'd never imagined a cock could  be
that big. Mike was beginning to blush.

   Pretty big,  huh? Jim asked, proudly, as he began stroking his
big dick. Your 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.

   Phil  thought  briefly  about mentioning the time he  saw  Jim
jacking off in his room but then 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.

   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 young guys working on his aroused
genitals.  He was getting hotter by the minute. He knew that soon
his  balls  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 in the air,  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 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 Phil's cool older brother 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.

   Then there was silence.   Mike picked up some more tissue  and
began wiping up the mess.

   Phil sat in shock, motionless.  He had never seen that side of
his  brother.   He wondered what Mike was thinking about at  that
moment.   He hoped his buddy wasn't too freaked out,  but he just
didn't know what to say at that moment.

   Mike was the first to speak.  Uh...I gotta go...

   Yeah,  O.K.  Phil replied, flatly.  Mike stood up.  See you in
school  tomorrow...?  It was a half-statement,  half-question - a
reaffirmation that things would be all right between them.

   Yeah  sure,  Phil.   Mike  was too pre-occupied with  the  wet
splotches  on  his clothes to try and figure  out  what  tomorrow
would  bring.   He  just wanted to go home and change.   See  you
tomorrow.

   That night was hell for Mike.   He had watched two other  guys
shoot  their  cum  just like he did almost every  night,  and  he
couldn't get the images out of his head.   His cock would  tingle
every time he thought about it,  and several times it popped into
complete hardness in his pants.  It happened at the dinner table,
watching  TV  with  his  older sister,  while he  was  doing  his
homework, and as soon as he took his pants off to go to bed.

   When he climbed into bed,  he laid down on his  stomach,  with
his  upright,  brief-clad  boner sandwiched between him  and  the
mattress.   He automatically began humping his bed as he tried to
imagine  what it felt like to squeezed repeatedly by his writhing
body.   Mike  humped  faster and  faster.   All  the  pleasurable
sensations  began to concentate in the tip of his cock before  he
released  his  enormous  load.

  It  seemed  like  the same hard-on was there to greet  him  the
following morning.  That was the second thing he became aware of.
The first thing was his mother, shouting through his door that he
was  going to be late for school.   One look at the  alarm  clock
confirmed it.   He had overslept! He jumped out of bed and dashed
around  his room,  throwing on a T-shirt and jeans,  and  quickly
assembling his books.  His hard-on would have to wait.

  He  got  to school in plenty of time.   As he walked  down  the
hallway  to  his  first class,  he cursed the fact  that  he  had
dressed in such haste.   His hard-on had only partially subsided,
and the clothes he had picked out did nothing to help conceal it.
The T-shirt was too short, and he had actually outgrown the jeans
he was wearing some time ago.   His cock was making one hell of a
bulge.  He held his notebook in front of his crotch as he entered
his first class.

  The  notebook  came  in handy at the end  of  the  class,  too.
Although his cock had gone down during the period,  Mike couldn't
seem to keep his mind on History.  And just before the period was
over the lewd thoughts took over Mike's brain and cock.

   This  was  very embarrassing for Mike.   He hoped he  wouldn't
have  to  spend the whole day walking around with a tent  in  his
pants.   When he looked up from his straining cock and he spotted
Phil  reacing into his open locker.   Mike glancd down at  Phil's
pant and was shocked to see a tremendous bulge! The lump was made
even more obvious by the profile view Mike had.

   Phil looked up just as Mike got close.  Hey Mike,  hows things
goin'? he asked.

   All right,  I guess.  Phil noticed Mike's bulge.  He looked up
from Mike's crotch.  You to, huh?  Phil said, grining.

   Mike couldn't help but sh..me too.   His face darkened.  But I
can't  walk around like this all day!  I've got gym  class  third
period.

   Phil nodded.   Both guys stood in the school hallway with huge
hard-on  bulges,  nervously shifting their weight from one leg to
another.   Phil was afraid they would attract attention.   He got
an idea.   Hey,  you wanna ditch second period? Phil asked with a
glint in his eye.

   Normally Mike would never have considered such a  thing.   But
he  could  tell  that whatever Phil  was  planning,  it  involved
releasing  his pent-up load of cum,  and softening his  demanding
prick.  Yeah, sure, he replied.

   Suddenly  a group of jocks came by.   One of them spotted Mike
and Phil.   Hey,  Phil!  Telling dirty stories again? one of them
shouted. Suddenly, all eyes were on them and their embarrassingly
swollen  crotches.   Phil  turned  toward  his  locker  and  Mike
replaced  his  notebook in front of him.   The jocks  all  had  a
hearty laugh and moved on.

   Come on. Phil said, slammimg his locker door.

   With  their notebooks covering their swelling  crotches,  they
walked along the side of the building.   Then, looking both ways,
Phil  opened the door to a janitor's store room and ushered  Mike
in.

   This  is where I come sometimes to get off.   The guys who use
this  room don't get here till later,  so I'm never  interrupted.
Plus there's always towels and a sink to clean up.

   Mike  nodded his approval.   He was waiting for his  buddy  to
make  the  first  move.   He  didn't have  to  wait  long.   Phil
practically  ripped open his pants,  and quickly hauled  out  his
stiff rod.  Mike soon followed suit, and both began pumping their
cocks.

   For  Mike,  it was a great relief to release his hard-on  from
its confinement.  His hand worked up and down the sweaty shaft in
the familiar rhythm he used to milk his jism.

   There was a burning question in Mike's mind,  which he finally
worked  up  the courage to ask.   What was it like to feel  Jim's
prick? he mumbled.

   It wasn't so bad,  Phil replied.   It was kinda like doin'  my
own, but bigger.

   Do you think our cocks will get that big?

   I  don't know,  Phil replied.   I just don't know why Jim  did
that. Maybe he's as horny as we are!

   Both  boys laughed.   They were standing fairly close together
as they stroked their jutting boners.   Suddenly,  Phil  released
his  and began slowly moving his hand toward Mike's  cock.   Mike
looked at Phil.

   You  wanna  try doing each  other?   Phil  croaked,  anxiously
hoping his buddy wouldn't rebuke him for the suggestion.

   Mike swallowed nervously.  O.K. he said, releasing his swollen
cock.   It  swung  in the air briefly,  throbbing with his  rapid
heartbeat.   Then Mike felt his buddy's hand encircling his  most
private  member.   It  felt good.   He reached over  and  grasped
Phil's cock.

   The two young guys stood in the janitor's store room,  jacking
each  other  off.   Mike was terribly nervous and excited at  the
same  time.  He  was worried about being  discovered.   Phil  was
nervous too,  but for a different reason.   He was worried  about
his friend's reaction to his next planned move.

   Have  any of your girlfriends ever given you a blow-job?  Phil
asked.

   No, Mike admitted.  I wish they would.  Maybe I wouldn't be so
horny all the time.

   It feels really great.

   You've gotten a blow-job? Mike asked incredulously.

   Yep,  Phil said somewhat proudly.   Oh, man! You can't believe
what  it's  like when you've got a hot pair of lips  around  your
cock, with a tongue sliding around the head.

   Mike's  cock  began  throbbing  hard  in  response  to  Phil's
description.  Oh,  shit,  You keep talkin' about it and I'm gonna
cream all over the place.

   I  bet you'd give anything to get your cock sucked right  now.
You gettin' close? Phil asked.

   Ohhhhhh, yeah, Mike sighed, closing his eyes.

   Suddenly,  Mike felt Phil's cock pull out of his hand.  By the
time he opened his eyes,  Phil was down on his knees in front  of
his buddy, preparing to put Mike's cock in his mouth!

   What are you doing? Mike squealed.

   Phil  looked up at him and grinned.   I'm gonna show you  what
it's like to get a blow job! And with that, he sank his lips over
almost the entire length of Mike's cock.

   Mike was too shocked to do anything to stop him.   And when he
felt  the  warmth  of his buddy's mouth over  his  ready-to-burst
prick, he could only resign himself to the incredible feeling.

   Phil had never sucked a cock before,  but he remebered some of
the things his girlfriend had done.  He began swirling his tongue
over  Mike's cock-head.   He heard a groan,  and figured  he  was
doing  it right.   His right hand was busy stroking his own cock,
so  he wrapped his left around Mike's.   He started  sliding  his
hand over the ridge of the head in time with his mouth.  He heard
another groan from his friend.

   Mike  couldn't believe what was happening.   It almost  didn't
matter  that his best buddy was down there sucking on his  boner.
He had dreamed so often of having his cock sucked, and now it was
happening.  The  sensations were so much more incredible than  he
could  ever have imagined,  he knew he would soon be ejecting the
biggest load of his life.

   Unh!  Nnn!...Phil...stop...  he gasped.   Phil...I'm gonna  do
it...Oh!!...Stop!

   Phil  didn't know what cum tasted like,  but he wanted to make
it as good for his friend as his girlfriend had made it for  him.
He was determined to take Mike's load.  He increased the tempo of
his  wet  stroking.   His  own cock would  erupt  soon,  and  the
momentum could not be stopped.

   Mike grabbed on to a nearby table for support.  His knees were
getting weak from the tremendous effort of holding back his giant
load of semen.  Phil....Oh!...pleeeease....I'm gonna shoooooooot!

   Phil  grunted.   His own first blob of jism shot out from  his
prick.  It  arched through the air and landed on Mike's pant leg.
Just  then,  Phil tasted the first blob of his buddy's cum  shoot
into his mouth. They were cumming together!

   Mike  groaned uncontrollably when that first wad spurted  from
his steely-hard cock.  It was followed by shot after shot of hot,
white  goo,  filling his friend's mouth and causing him  to  gag.
Mike  was too wrapped up in the orgasmic feelings to notice that,
or  the  fact that Phil was drenching his pant leg with  his  own
huge load of juice.   It felt as though his balls were sending up
every  last drop of cum there was,  delivering it in  huge  wads,
each one shaking Mike's frame until he thought he'd collapse.

   Phil  swallowed frantically,  trying to get all of the  gooey,
hot liquid that filled his mouth.   Much of it,  though,  spilled
from his lips, landing in splats on the cold concrete floor.  The
cum  was joined by blobs from Phil's subsiding orgasm,  making  a
milky white puddle.

   Finally,  both  guys  finished cumming.   Mike was in  another
world,  his eyes still closed.   He had never felt anything  like
that in his life.   He knew,  however, that his cock would not be
getting  hard again for a while.   His best buddy had solved  his
problem,  and  had  added a new dimension to their  relationship.
Mike looked down at Phil.

   Phil  was waiting to see what Mike's reaction would  be  after
what had just happened.   He was still holding on to his friend's
softening  cock with one hand,  and his own with the other.   His
face glistened with juices as he smiled tentatively.

   Mike  shook  his head in wonderment  and  smiled  back.   Phil
grinned  and  stood up,  releasing his hold on  both  cocks.   He
walked over and grabbed some paper towels.

   It  was then that Mike noticed the dripping mess on his pants.
You better get some more towels, Phil, he said.

   Phil  turned  around and saw what he had  done.   He  giggled.
Ooops!

   Both  boys burst out laughing.   They both realized that  this
was the start of a whole new friendship.


End of story.