GBL 1/GBL 1.iso/gay_text/innocent.txt

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INNOCENT -- From GATORLAND BBS

 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!" 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 semi-hard
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 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 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 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 T.V. 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 hips into the bed. He tried to imagine
what it felt like to Jim when Phil was stroking his cock.  Mike's hard-on
strained at the material of his Jockey shorts as it was squeezed
repeatedly by his writhing body.  Mike humped his hips faster and faster.

All the pleasurable sensations began to concentrate in the tip of his
cock.  He remembered how Jim's ball sac contracted just before he
released his copious load.  When he envisioned the massive globs of jism
that Jim sent flying into the air, his cock suddenly released its second
load of the day.  Jets of hot, thick semen squirted into Mikes briefs.
He groaned softly while powerful contractions spread throughout his body
from his spasming groin.  As his orgasm subsided, he let out a  different
groan.  The hot, wet mess now contained in his briefs had to be dealt
with.

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 pants, he spotted Phil reaching into his open locker.
Mike glanced down at Phil's pants and was shocked to see an 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.  How's it goin'?" he
asked.
"All right, I guess."
Phil noticed Mike's notebook position.  He looked up from Mike's crotch.
"You too, huh?" Phil said, grinning.
Mike couldn't help but smile and move his notebook away. "Yeah...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.  He led Mike around the
side of the building.  Then, looking both ways, he 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 heart-beat.  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.

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