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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!"
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.