JOCKEY/JEANSBOY FANTASY
by Briefer
It was a Saturday morning in mid-summer when Tommy Philips opened his eyes after a fitful sleep. Yesterday his parents had suddenly announced that they were going to visit relatives over the week-end and that he would have to take care of the house while they were gone. Not that he didn't think he could manage: he was 14 going on 15 and looked forward to being "in-charge" for a change.
What had kept Tommy tossing and turning all night were the exciting thoughts that raced through his mind when he began to think of the fun he and his best friend Billy Townes would have together for the next two days. Tommy and Billy were in the same class at school, although Billy was almost a year younger. While Tommy was dark haired and green eyed and kind of wiry, Billy was a blue-eyed freckle faced towhead with a slender body softened a little by a pinch of baby fat he had yet to grow out of. Both boys were incredibly cute, with faces you only see in cereal commercials.
Tommy squirmed and stretched in bed, not a bit tired from lack of sleep, excited as he was about the week-end. Tommy knew he was good looking and liked to get off on himself in the mirror. And he thought Billy was just as cute. In fact, they made such a handsome pair together, one of their teachers liked to call them "my two sweet angels".
"Well," chuckled Tommy to himself, "Angels we aren't." What turned Tommy on was trying to imagine how they looked together playing, doing things together, sleeping together - jacking off together, and even more. The picture in his mind of his friend dressed in that thin t-shirt and worn Levis really set him off. He remembered the way they clung to Billy's body and the way the denim was ever-so- slightly faded over the bulge in his crotch. Tommy wondered whether there was a reason why they were faded over just that spot.
He thought of his own Levis, about the that extra pair he kept hidden away - the ones he liked to put on when he was feeling horny. There was something about the feel denim against his leg, the look of the bulge in front that made him feel all hot and excited every time he put then on Sometimes he would just stand in front of the mirror feeling himself off, running his hands all over his body, massaging his crotch. All that rubbing had made the material fade where it covered his genitals.
Thinking about Billy had kept Tommy horny, even when he had managed to fall asleep. So when he woke up he could feel his cock straining against his white cotton briefs. He reached down and gave them a squeeze. The soft material felt ever so good. He always bought the lo-rise type that rode his hips - the kind with no fly for his dick to flop out of - with a pouch that held his cock and balls so they made a bulge in front of his jeans.
A wet spot had appeared where his cockhead strained against the cotton crotch. The more he rubbed, the more pre-cum surged out of his dick hole. He had kicked the covers now and was writhing on the mattress, one hand kneading his balls, the other hand stroking his hard shaft. He got out of bed still stroking his jockey pouch and went into the bathroom and over to the toilet. He was amazed that his tool didn't even get soft as he peed. His mind was still on Billy, anticipating all the neat things they'd be doing. But it was all in his mind, he thought, and he might as well make the best of the situation "at hand." Tommy smiled to himself.
He opened the glass shower door and turned on a warm stream of water. As he stepped in his cock twitched, and he gave himself another grope. The feeling of the warm mist put goose bumps all over his arms. His clinging briefs, already damp from the cock juices oozing through them, began to glisten. The shower mist made them cling even more obscenely to his genitals.
He stared down as every detail of his cock and balls began to appear through the filmy material. He could even see the few pubic hairs which had sprouted over his fourteen-year-old balls. His white briefs were becoming flesh colored as the shower spray soaked through.
Meanwhile, Billy had just left his house for Tommy's. The two were neighbors, and it was only a couple of minutes bike-ride to each other's house. Billy got the exciting news about the week-end from his friend the night before. He had hopped out of bed as soon as he woke up, threw on his clothes and ran out the front door, to the startled delight of his parents.
It was a beautiful day, and Billy felt great. His thirteen-year-old body was still adjusting to the new sensations which puberty had brought. The hormones coursing through his veins seemed to meet between his legs. It seemed his prick had taken a life of its own. Every day was a struggle to keep his hands away from his crotch.
Billy was always horny in the morning. As he rode his bike down the street, his snug briefs held his cock and balls so that every time he peddled they moved from side-to-side in his jeans. Tommy would have been thrilled to know that the denim had the same effect on Billy as it did on him. In fact, Billy was wearing the pair that Tommy enjoyed seeing him in so much. His mother had noticed the faded area around his fly too, but assumed it was just from the bike riding. And of course it partly was, which is why Billy enjoyed riding his bike so much.
Billy's penis was already semi-hard from working his legs back and forth. He took his feet off the pedals and let them hang. His added weight on the seat made the tongue press into his cock-stem. When he reached Tommy's, he had to look around to make sure no one could see the front of his jeans when he got off the bike.
He knew Tommy's parents were gone, so he went on in through the kitchen door. He could hear water running as he went upstairs where the shower was running.
As he sat down on the bed he looked around the room. Just under the edge of the bed, next to his feet, was a pair of briefs. He reached down and picked them up. His heart started to thump as he brought them up to his face. They must have been from yesterday, because the aroma of his best friend's genitals was still strong enough to get a good whiff of. He lay the pouch in his open hand and started rubbing it over his nose and mouth. He licked the cotton material, then sucked it into his mouth, all the while smelling the boy-juice from a day of Tommy's wearing them. He lay back and spread his legs, letting his free hand roam all over his mid-section while he mouthed his friend's jockey shorts.
The shower stopped. Billy sat up, a hand still gripping his crotch. He didn't want Tommy to see him in such an aroused state, so he dropped the briefs to the floor. It was quiet now, with only a faint squishy sound. He got up, slowly adjusting the front of his pants, and carefully peeked through the bathroom door. Through the shower door he could see his friend's torso. He could make out Tommy's hands furiously moving over his mid-section.
Tommy had his back to the door, so Billy tiptoed over to spy through the gap between the shower door and the frame. His cock twitched in his jeans. There was Tommy, a trans- parent pair of briefs clinging to his buttocks, working on himself with his hands, legs flailing apart with every stroke.
Billy could hear a soft moaning sound along with the squishing. "Wow," he thought, "He must really be going wild in there."
The whole bathroom was steamy from the shower. Billy's t- shirt began clinging to his chest. He was running his hands up and down his thighs and around his crotch. Pre-cum had already soaked the front of his underpants and through his jeans. He just stood there in the corner matching Tommy stroke-for-stroke. He knew that what Tommy had on were like the ones he had just been mouthing. Finally, unable just to stand there, he went over to the shower and pulled it open. Tommy spun around. They both looked at each other.
"G-godamnit, couldn't you have knocked or something?" Tommy stammered. His hands were still squeezing the front of his briefs, only half-trying to hide the swollen state of his erection.
Billy wasn't about to stop his friend. "Hell man, I didn't know what I was walking into before it was too late. Anyway, what's wrong with whacking off? Just look down here."
Tommy's eyes settled on the huge, damp bulge between Billy's legs. Obviously, his buddy was getting off just looking at the action in the shower. He swallowed hard at the sight of his friend's obviously aroused state. Both boys stood there, taking in the odor of sex that had filled the room.
Billy pressed around his bulge with both hands.
Tommy's mouth hung open as he watched Billy openly masturbate through his jeans. It was enough for him to take up Billy's movement. Billy was rubbing up and down from the top of his faded fly to the seam that ran underneath his balls, thrilling his cock stem when he closed his legs around the heels of his palms.
"Ooo Tommy jeeezz this is great." Billy gasped, "I w-wuz smelling your jockey shorts out in the bedroom . . . Nnngh . . . was so horny I just had to come in here."
Tommy wheezed and his body trembled. "Whew, whew, whh . . . wow. I was just about to cum when you came in. Now, kid, yer keeping me right on the edge wearing those hot jeans of yours."
Billy could see jism pulsing out of Tommy's engorged tool through transparent underpants. Tommy cupped his balls and squeezed them lovingly, cooing with delight. His snug briefs were stuffed with cock and balls, and Billy could see that there wasn't enough material between his leg holes to keep his balls in. His ball sacks were pushing out from beneath the elastic leg bands of his briefs.
They were getting off just watching each other as they played with themselves. Their bodies were practically bent over. Lust had completely taken over. Billy ran his hands over his loins, then the bulge up front. The supple jeans hugging his thighs and basket felt damp to the touch. The moisture was awakening a feeling in him as it soaked into his clothes. He wanted to get wet.
Billy stepped into the shower with Tommy. The light blue denim was becoming darker as it soaked up shower spray glancing off the wall. He cupped his crotch. His scrotum was sensitive to the movement of soft, wet cotton against it. He could feel the sperm in his balls. The mixture of sweat and jism and steam and denim produced an odor that reminded him of Tommy's underpants.
"Nnnnggh . . ." he moved his hands to the top of his jeans and undid the button, then stuck his hands inside and started giving himself a hand-job through his cum-soaked briefs.
Through half closed eyes Tommy saw Billy's hands moving inside those thin, faded Levis. He saw the shape of knuckles rolling under the wet jock, knowing the pleasure they were giving his friend. His hair was matted to his forehead and a band of sweat beads ran across his freckled nose. His own hands were furiously stroking his genitals. His meat flopped around in his jockeys, making a wet smacking noise that reverberated all around them
Enclosed in the warm, wet, womb like space, isolated from the rest of the world, they concentrated only on each other and the feelings they were giving and receiving. They were two boys trying to make each other go crazy with sex and watching the effect they were having on each other.
The smacking and the smells and most of all, the sight of Tommy's best friend groaning and writhing and masturbating his shiny, blue jeans right in front of him, and knowing it was because of him that Billy was so hot. . . .
Tommy couldn't hold back any longer. Semen started shooting out of his cock, through his briefs, between his fingers, then down the inside of his thighs. He let out a choked gasp as he jacked himself off in front of his buddy. A smile of pure lust was spread across his face.
"Ooooo, Ooooo . . .!"
Billy looked at the cum spewing through Tommy's shorts and gave out a cry. He pulled down his zipper just in time to show Tommy his own briefs awash with sperm. As his own orgasm played out, he sank to his knees.
Water and sperm dripped from Tommy's jockey pouch and down his legs. His briefs glistened as he moved his hand over them. He pressed his genitals with his palms, trying to squeeze out every last ounce of juice. His knees started to shake, and he too started to sink down into the tub.
Neither boy had stopped working their crotches. Their organs were still producing orgasms even after their cocks had stopped ejaculating.
Shh-sh-sh-sh . . . gggghhh I can't stop Tommy, it feels soooo good."
"Ohh, gahw . . . me too. Unnngh, ohhh, it's makin me crazy . . . b-but I don't wanna stop!"
"EEEEEEE . . ." They both screamed as orgasms continued to rack their lithe bodies. They were like two snakes entwined. They had never felt this way - ever. Now they lay back - legs splayed over legs, wet denim moving against wet jockey shorts - openly savoring these new sensations, feeding off each other's lust.
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