Some years ago, things weren't so tight with the adult book stores in town. You didn't need tokens and you could access the movie arcade directly through the back door. No need to pass the clerk at the front desk and risk being carded. Considering that Chuck and I were 15 and 16 at the time, that was a big plus. It was naughty, risky and probably downright dangerous now that I think of it, but we didn't care. We were having too much fun teasing each other and the men who inevitably spied on our antics.
My little bud Chuck was really into it. He loved to sneak in and drop quarters to watch the model boys pleasure each other on screen. He seemed to like them all, especially if it involved athletes, jockstraps, Speedos or sexy happenings with underwear.
He'd be so hot, it was a piece of cake to get him off in his briefs or his jock. A couple of times he wore blue Speedos. I'd slam his pants down and make his boner squirt in whatever he had on underneath. It was great having him squirming in my lap or pressed tight against me as I stood behind him. I've even had him pinned against the wall or on the bench, palming his crotch until he lost it.
Sometimes we'd get carried away playing our parts and give people the wrong impression. He'd be squirming under me, grabbing my arm with both hands making like he wanted me to stop. He never actually tried to stop me. He just thought it would make for a good show if anyone was peeking. "No! Not in my new underwear! My mom will kill me!" he'd whisper hoarsely. "Please... don't... Oh... oh... ohhhhhhh!" and he'd have a wicked orgasm in his whites. I wanted to kiss him so bad when he did that, but he wouldn't go for it. Not 'til we left and he returned the favor on the way back. We'd kiss with his hand down my pants pumping my dick until I flooded my (usually bikini) underwear.
There was a time he bought me these boys' fashion briefs from the department store at the Mall. There were like regular briefs except no fly. Full cut powder blue. My dick rode straight up to the waistband when it got hard, not sideways like it did in bikinis. He had me wear those with my ratty old cut-off sweats the next time we went to the arcade. I knew he was up to something. I thought he was just going to do something different on the way back.
Once he found a movie he was content with (Kip Noll pleasuring himself in his Jockeys and leaving a wet spot before whipping it out and whacking off). He was standing, so I reached from behind and unzipped him as usual. But he didn't stay right there this time. He got us back against the side wall with my butt right up to the glory hole. I didn't really think anything of it, though I swear I saw 2 pairs of eyes through the hole on the other side.
Then I felt a hand on my ass. It squeezed me gently and I couldn't help but get turned on. As I leaned forward and moaned, the hand slid between my legs giving my balls and then the base of my now hard dick loving squeezes. Then Chuck turned around to face me. He put his hand right where my cockhead rested and gave it a nice, long, gentle squeeze.
The guy behind me had a handful of the seat of my sweats and was holding me there. Chuck started rubbing up and down the shaft through my sweats, giving my balls a squeeze every so often. I got into the rythm with him and when I got close he squeezed my head hard making me back off, then winding me up again by going back to the shaft.
Then came the dirty talk in a hoarse whisper. "You aren't gonna cum in your pants are you?" My sweats were starting to feel tight. "You're really getting wet. You do like it! He's gonna do it!" My balls were pulling up and my toes were curling up in my sneakers. As I started to drift into that other dimension, I thought I heard him say "make him cum, he's trying to hold it!" My sweats pulled tighter, giving me that last needed squeeze.
I let go and the cum exploded out of me. "He's cumming! He's cumming!" It squirted through and into my sweats, wetting them good. I was gasping and grunting and trying to stifle the noises. There was a tearing sound. One side of my sweats gave way, then the other. They disappeared through the hole behind me. I fell to the floor with the last spurts of cum running into my underwear then dripping on the floor.
There were yummy sounds coming from the booth behind me and jerking off noises from the booth in front of me. It was a few minutes before I moved again. By then Chuck Had his tight jeans on again and was standing in front of me. I put my hands on his hips and held him right there while I worked his hard 6 inches with my mouth. They got damp with his pre-cum before I felt it spasm and let loose. I sucked right through his pants, making sure they had a big wet spot on them before I let him go.
A few minutes later we took off out the back door for the woods along the river. Him with cum-soaked jeans, me with no pants at all. We made it back to my house cutting through yards and keeping in the shadows.
That was all we could handle that night and we just drifted off to sleep in our sleeping bags in the basement after a quick change and cleaning up.
And yes, we had some more adventures.