Varsity Boys                
    (mf, mm, teens, mast 1st)


   Brian Dern and Gene Saylor had both reached their
 goal, they were both chosen to be on Harbor High
 School's varsity football team.  But when Brian saw
 that Gene's name was also on the list, he experienced
 a twinge of anxiety.

   The relationship between them went way back into
 childhood.  They lived in the same neighborhood, their
 parents played bridge together, and all during elemen-
 tary school, Brian and Gene were inseparable - in fact
 some of the other kids thought they were brothers.
 This was not an unlikely conclusion to reach.  Although
 Gene was blond and Brian had brown hair, they looked
 very much alike and dressed very much alike. They were
 best buddies.

   In junior high, though, something happened that
 caused them to see less and less of each other.  Their
 parents and friends were mystified, but neither of the
 boys would talk about it.  What happened was that Brian
 had stolen a Playboy magazine from a liquor store and
 asked Gene to come over and look at it.  Both boys of
 course got very hard, and Brian talked Gene into the
 idea of taking their cocks out and masturbating.  They
 did, but afterwards felt very guilty.  Their guilt
 eventually drove them apart, until they were only the
 most casual of friends.

   Now Brian realized that he and Gene would be on the
 same team, which had not been the case in previous
 years.  He wondered if, after all this time, their 
 relationship could be mended.

   At their first practice, Gene and Brian found them-
 selves sitting next to one another on the bench.  They
 started by discussing some new plays the coach had
 given them, then the imminent arrival of their varsity
 jackets, then the conversation turned to their girl-
 friends.  Their eyes met, and an awkward silence
 ensued.  It was Gene who finally spoke up.

   "I've been thinking..." Another pause.  "We were just
 little kids when...that....thing...happened..."

   Brian looked around nervously.

   Gene continued, his eyes on the ground.  "What do you
 say we just pretend it never happened?"

   Brian's heart swelled.  He had been hoping for this
 for years.  He tried to contain his emotion, but his
 voice cracked, "Yeah..." He cleared his throat. "Sounds
 O.K."

   They looked at each other and smiled.  A great weight
 had been lifted from them both.

   In the coming weeks, they began hanging around to-
 gether more and more.  Some observant classmates
 noticed that Brian would occasionally show up in some
 of Gene's clothes and vice-versa.  They began to look
 like brothers again.  Both of them had very solid
 builds for high school students, they were the same
 height, and they wore exclusively Levi's corduroy jeans
 or 501's.  They wore the same brand of T-shirt (J.C.
 Penney "polo" tees), sometimes alone, sometimes under-
 neath button down shirts.  They wore their hair the
 same, somewhat shorter than most of their classmates,
 but longer than most of the jocks.  They were desired
 by every girl on campus.

   Gene was going out with Denise Shaw, a very pretty
 brunette, whose look suggested innocence, but whose
 reputation did not.  Brian was seeing Bonnie Hansen,
 a blond, who was attractive but not striking, a good
 student, and member of the marching band.  It was
 Bonnie who first brought up the idea of a double date.

   It was decided that they would all go to the Drive-
 in on Saturday.  Brian convinced Gene to borrow his
 dad's big Buick so there would be room to maneuver.

   The Drive-in was showing a double feature - a 007-
 type spy movie and a B-grade sci-fi creature movie.
 Gene planned their arrival so he could watch the spy
 movie first, then turn his attention to Denise during
 the second movie.  When he got there, Gene realized
 that, although taking the Buick was a good move, he
 would have to take the front seat and be in view of
 Brian and his date.  He hoped he wouldn't embarrass
 himself by cumming in his pants the way Denise usually
 made him do when they messed around like this.

   During the first movie, both couples cuddled and
 kissed.  The kissing became more intense during the
 movie's love scenes.  At intermission, the girls were
 clamoring for some popcorn and something to drink.
 Brian and Gene headed for the snack bar, both with
 their hands stuffed deep in their pockets as they
 tried to conceal their hard-on's.

   Once in the snack bar, Gene looked down at Brian's
 puffed fly and grinned.  "You too, huh?" he asked.

   Brian saw what he was looking at, noticed Gene's
 pose and grinned back.  "Does Denise ever let you have
 any?" he asked quietly.

   Gene didn't want to admit that their activity had
 never gotten past his ejaculating in his pants, so he
 said, "Yeah, sometimes.  How about you and Bonnie?"

   "Naw, she's too much of a goody-good."

   Their popcorn and Cokes were delivered, and now they
 had to remove their hands from their pockets.  The two
 football players walked back to the car with big,
 obvious, unyielding bulges in their Levis cords in
 antiapation of events still to come.

                         -=*=-

   While the guys were gone, their dates were talking.

   "Brian's a real hunk, huh?" Denise asked Bonnie.

   "Yeah, I think so.  But Gene's a real dreamboat...
 you're so lucky!"

   "Have you ever done anything with Brian?"

   "No, I'm saving myself," Bonnie said.  Her eyes
 widened as she wondered aloud, "You've done it with
 Gene?"

   "No, he never gets it out of his pants," Denise
 replied.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Well, usually he cums in his pants while we're
 making out." Seeing Bonnie's incredulous look, she
 continued, "Sometimes I...`help' him do it." Denise
 smiled a wicked grin and both girls began giggling.

                         -=*=-

   The guys returned to their laughing dates.  "What's
 so funny?" Brian asked.

   "Oh, nothing.  Just girl-talk," Bonnie responded.

   "But you should try that, Bonnie," Denise hinted.
 Bonnie just smiled.

   The couples polished off their snacks quickly, and
 soon the making out began again in earnest.

   Brian was trying to figure out what was going on in
 the front seat. He kept hearing Gene whisper things
 like, "Not tonight, O.K.?" and "Slow down!" and "Cut
 it out!" He figured out that Denise was giving Gene a
 hand-job in the front seat, but didn't fully understand
 why Gene was trying to stop her.  Still, knowing that
 his buddy was "getting some" emboldened Brian.  He
 didn't want to seem less of a stud than his friend.
 He leaned over Bonnie and moved his body on top of
 hers.  It was very awkward until he got Bonnie to
 stretch out on the seat.  Then he laid on top of her,
 and for the first time, Bonnie felt Brian's hardness
 rubbing against her.

   Gene glanced back to see what all the commotion was
 and saw Brian laying on top of his date.  He could see
 Brian's ass working in a steady rhythm.  He wondered
 if Brian had his cock out and was actually `doing it'
 in the back seat.

   Gene had to bring his concentration back to what
 Denise was trying to do.  Despite his repeated pleas,
 she kept playfully teasing and rubbing his trapped
 cock, making him leak globs of pre-cum into his shorts.
 He prayed he would be able to hold out, and not have
 to embarrass himself in front of Brian.  But Denise
 was very good at this, since she had made him cum
 enough times to know just how and where to rub his
 throbbing cock.

   "Stop it!" Gene hissed through clenched teeth.

   "Oh, you can't mean that.  This is fun!" Denise
 giggled.

   "Well then at least take it out."

   It was when he heard that, Brian realized what was
 going on in the front seat.  Gene was getting a hand
 job all right, but it was still in his pants.  Brian's
 own cock was leaking juice in his shorts as he con-
 tinued making out with Bonnie.

   "No!  Wait!" Gene's whispers were frantic, and his
 breathing was heavy.

   Brian realized that Gene was getting ready to shoot
 off in his jeans. He looked up just in time to see it
 all.

   Gene clutched Denise tightly.  Brian saw Gene's face
 straining, almost in pain as he fought to hold back his
 load.  Suddenly Gene let out a half-groan, half-sob,
 and his breath took on the rhythm of the spurts of
 semen which began filling his shorts and pants.

   `He's really doing it!' Brian thought.  `Gene's
 creaming his jeans!' Brian had kept up the steady
 humping of his trapped hard-on against his date all
 through this, but was taken by surprize when he felt
 his own cock releasing big gushes of hot, wet goo
 into his shorts!  He immediately tried to stop the
 flow, but it was too late.  He resigned himself to
 the feeling, but managed to keep his breathing under
 control while his cock continued to squirt.

   Now both boys were caught up in orgasmic con-
 tractions.  Wet, sticky semen filled the inside of
 their shorts, soaking through to make shiny, wet
 stains on the outsides of their pants.

   Gene was mortified.  He knew he had made so much
 noise while cumming that Brian had to know what
 happened.  He was unaware that Brian had had the same
 experience in the back seat.  He looked at the car's
 clock.

   "Uh...  (ahem)...  Uh, I told Dad I'd have the car
 back at 11:00. Brian?"

   Brian pulled himself off his date.  "Yeah, that's
 cool," he said.

   Everyone began rearranging clothing as Gene started
 the car.

   Once the girls had been taken home, Gene felt as
 though he should say something about his "accident,"
 especially since the car reeked of cum, but he couldn't
 think of what to say.  After a long silence he said,
 "Well, I guess you know what happened..."

   "Huh?  Oh, yeah," Brian replied.  He had been off in
 his own world, worrying about his own wet underwear.

   "Man, I just couldn't help it, you know?  I'm sorry
 if it ruined things for you and Bonnie."

   Brian realized then that Gene didn't know that he
 had done the same thing.  He decided to put his friend
 out of his misery.  "Hey man, don't worry about it. I
 did it too."

   "Naw man, you don't understand.  I...I...shot off in
 my pants, man," Gene admitted.

   "Yeah, I know.  So did I."

   Gene whipped his head around.  "Huh?" he said.  He
 looked down at Brian's pants.  Brian was wearing dark
 blue corduroys, and the stain was not apparent,
 especially in the dark.  "You're bullshitting, dude!"
 Gene challanged.

   "No, really!  Here...feel it...right there." Brian
 pointed to where his load had soaked through.

   Tentatively, Gene reached down and touched his
 buddy's pants, something he hadn't done since junior
 high.  His fingers landed on cold wetness.  He kind of
 pinched the material and felt a sloshing, gooey mass
 underneath the fabric.  Brian smiled.

   "Well, I'll be damned," Gene said.  "Now I don't feel
 so bad."

   Brian glanced at Gene's pants.  He was in faded tan
 corduroys, and the stain by his fly was very obvious -
 and very large.  "Looks like you really did it," he
 commented.

   "Yeah, Denise really knows how to get me hot," Gene
 admitted sheepishly.

   "Hey, there's nothing wrong with creaming in your
 jeans.  Lots of guys do it," Brian said.

   "Yeah but...it seems like I can't hold back anymore.
 Every time I go out with her I come home with wet
 shorts."

   "Well at least you get your nuts off.  Just think
 about those nerds who can't even get a date."

   "Yeah, I guess you're right," Gene said as they
 pulled up to Brian's house.  "See you Monday."

   "Yeah, thanks for driving!" Brian called as he walked
 to his door.

                          -=*=-

   The following Saturday found both boys were without
 a date.  Since the movie at the Drive-in was one that
 both of them really wanted to see, they decided to go
 together in Brian's little sports car.

   Partway through the movie there was a love scene.
 Brian noticed Gene moving and squirming in the passen-
 ger's seat and looked over just in time to see him
 adjusting a big lump in his faded 501's.

   "Enjoying the movie?" Brian teased.

   Gene looked over and saw Brian looking at his crotch.
 "Shutup," was all he could say, and he punched Brian
 in the arm.

   Brian laughed.  He could feel his own cock starting
 to throb and swell in his jeans.  "Yeah, I wish Bonnie
 didn't have that band concert tonight."

   "Yeah, I'd sure like to have Denise here, too."

   "She'd only make you cream in your jeans," Brian
 taunted.

   Gene retorted, "That's cool...lots of guys do it
 that way, DON'T THEY BRIAN!?"

   Both boys laughed.  The love scene was getting
 steamier, and both of them had full erections straining
 against their jeans.

   "Has Bonnie made you cum in your pants a lot, Bri?"
 Gene wondered aloud.

   "No, that was the first time with her.  But other
 chicks have."

   "How many times?"

   "Hey, if I had a dollar for every time I've come home
 with jizz-soaked underpants, I'd be rich," Brian re-
 plied.

   Gene chuckled.  After a short silence, he continued,
 "It's really not such a bad feeling, you know?"

   "No, it sure beats going home with blue balls."

   "Have you ever...um...done it to yourself?" Gene
 asked tentatively.

   "You mean have I ever jacked off?  That's a stupid
 question."

   "No, I mean...have you ever jacked off in your
 pants?"

   "Yeah," Brian admitted.  "A couple of times."

   Inside, Gene breathed a sigh of relief.  "Me too,"
 he said.  "I even did it in class a couple of times."

   "Wow," his buddy breathed.

   "I kinda like feeling my cock shoot off into my
 shorts, especially since I've been going out with
 Denise." Gene said.

   "Yeah, I gotta admit, it felt pretty good last night
 when I was humping Bonnie."

   Both boys were rock hard and leaking in their Levis
 by now.

   "Hey man, we gotta either stop talking about this,
 or do something about it.  Otherwise I'm gonna go home
 with blue balls tonight!" Brian said.

   "Well...you wanna...like...fool around a little?"
 Gene asked quietly.

   "You mean, like, pretend we're with our dates or
 something?"

   "Yeah.  I'll rub you in your pants and you rub mine,"
 Gene suggested.

   Without another word, each guy put his hand in his
 buddy's lap and began massaging.  This went on for
 several minutes.  Brian broke the silence.

   "Hey, this feels pretty good."

   "Yeah," Gene croaked.

   "It's not the same as being with Bonnie though,"
 Brian said.  "You wanna try...well, you wanna like...
 kiss and stuff?"

   Gene looked at Brian for the first time since they
 started their sex play.  "I don't know, man.  Isn't
 that kinda like...queer?"

   "Well, hey.  I know you're not queer and, you know
 I'm not.  We're just pretending we're with our dates,"
 Brian rationalized.

   Gene thought about it for a while.  Brian kept up a
 steady rhythm on his concealed hard-on, hoping Gene
 would get so aroused he'd agree.

   Finally, Gene whispered, "O.K."

   Slowly, the guys brought their faces together, their
 eyes open. Brian sensed the hand on his crotch was
 trembling.  Gene closed his eyes and Brian moved the
 last few inches until their lips met.  He felt Gene's
 cock throb HARD under the confines of his jeans.  The
 first kiss was tentative, followed by another, and
 another, each increasing in intensity.  The two high
 school varsity football players began passionately
 kissing, each rubbing the other's cock, right in the
 drive-in!

   The tempo of their crotch rubbing increased.  Both
 guys were drenching their shorts with pre-cum juice
 now.  Brian could feel the wetness soaking through the
 soft denim of Gene's pants.  Their tongues intertwined
 as they got closer and closer to their now inevitable
 orgasms.

   Gene pulled away.  Eyes tightly shut, he clutched
 Brian to him and began murmuring, "No Denise, don't
 make me do it.  Stop!  I can't hold it!" He was deep
 in his fantasy.  The sound of Brian's deep groan
 brought him back.  "Brian...  Ooooohhh, Brian....
 yeah, make me do it...make me cream in my pants!"

   Both guys went over the edge together.  The first
 spurts of hot semen sloshed into their shorts at the
 same moment.  Clutching each other's crotches tightly,
 the two hunky teammates frantically rubbed each other
 as wad after wad of milky white liquid soaked their
 Levis.  Wet, shiny stains spread quickly over the ends
 of their cock-bulges.  Brian's orgasm lasted a little
 longer than Gene's, and Gene considerately milked his
 buddy's boner until he finished shooting in his pants.

   Finally it was over.  The guys were sweaty and ex-
 hausted.  The windows of the small car were completely
 steamed over.  Their 501 jeans were drenched with the
 results of their huge orgasms.

   Brian wiped the inside of the windshield only to see
 the movie credits rolling up the screen.  He turned to
 Gene.  "You want to go?" he asked.

   "Yeah, O.K."

   They rode in silence back to Gene's house.  As they
 pulled up, Gene looked into Brian's eyes and said, "I
 don't know if we should do this anymore."

   After a second or two, Brian replied, "Yeah, you're
 right.  We probably shouldn't."
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