A Dirty Trick by Briefer
My best friend in high school said, "Let's 69 through our briefs." With loud moans, we both sank to our knees and lay inverted, side-by-side. As I pressed my face into his jam-packed jockeyshorts, I could feel his warm, wet mouth covering my own swollen pouch. Suddenly, I began to ejaculate through my underpants and into my buddy's mouth. Then I woke up.
As I reached down to milk my briefs and prolong my climax, I opened my eyes, sniffed, and realized that a pair of white cotton Calvins were pulled over my face, so that the pouch was covering my nose and mouth. What was going on?
Suddenly, my face briefs were yanked off my head, and there was Jason himself, a wide grin on his face, hopping around, a huge drooling erection bobbing around between his legs, trying to pull on the Calvins I had just worn.
"Had to be sure," Jason murmured, as he wiggled into his skintight briefs and pushed his stiff cock down below the elastic waistband. "Breathing trough my briefs made you have a wet dream. That proves you're queer."
Before I could protest, Jason straddled my head, turned around to gaze at my still exploding underpants and dived between my legs, as he lowered his own, already pre-cum soaked pouch into my gaping mouth.
As another wave of teenage jism erupted from my Jockey Pocos and filled his mouth, Jason let out an animal scream, muffled by my bulging briefs pressed into his face, and began spewing his own load through the thin material covering my mouth. Warm, thick boy juice smeared my face as I moved to capture his cotton-wrapped cockhead. The taste of sperm and the smell of another boy's underpants produced such incredible sexual feeling, that our orgasms began feeding on themselves.
Our endless jockey climaxes were driving us insane. Finally, we forced ourselves to break apart. I licked the glistening film of Jason's jism off the soft, soaked cotton jersey that covered his protruding ball bulge, then looked at Jason in mock reproach. "That was a dirty trick!" I was trying hard to conceal my real delight.
"Mmmmm . . . " Jason wiggled his nose in my still oozing shorts. "So what?" he said, and raised his cum-covered face to look me straight in the eye. "I see you staring at my underpants in the locker room at school, and I saw your cock jerk in your jeans when I took you shopping for briefs last weekend.
"Well," I sighed as we changed positions and began to lick globs of cum off each other's face and sucked our loads out of each other's mouths, "Looks like we're gonna be jockey buddies from now on!"
I pulled off Jason's slimy briefs and handed him mine, and as we French kissed hungrily, we pulled them on and over our wildly twitching erections. We then pulled on our favorite jeans and bounded out of the house and into the woods, taking the path that led to school.
We never made it. The layer of slippery boyspunk between our briefs and the inside of our jeans was our first experience with the joys of lube. The effect was electric. Soon we were rolling in the dirt, grinding our crotches back and forth, feeling our hard crotches through our sexgear, rubbing fades in our denim baskets and working up another load.
I couldn't believe the sensation. I looked at Jason and he looked at me as we continued humping. His beautiful blue eyes were glistening, and a tear of outright bliss ran down his cheek.
"Ooooh, Chucky," he moaned. "Oooooh, I'm gonna shoot again!"
"Me too!" I cried. We clamped our queer mouths together to muffle the animal sounds we made as an indescribably intense climax - even better than our jockey orgasm - sent wave after wave of orgasmic jolts through our young bodies.
Finally, covered with dirt, sweat and jism, we broke apart and rolled onto our backs, basking in the spring sun.
Suddenly Jason sprang up. "Let's wash up." He pulled me to my feet and led me to the mossy bank of the creek that paralleled the trail. I loved the look of our Levis getting wet as we slid into the shallows.
As we felt the cool water soak up our pants legs, we reached inside each other's baskets, squeezed our cotton bulges, stuck our spunk-coated hands into each other's mouths and devoured the thick cream that was the product of our adolescent lust.
"Yeah," I said with a wicked grin, "That sure was a dirty trick. I'll have to think of one to pull on you."
"Any time," Jason replied, "Any time!"
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