Tim and Mike
Tim had been planning this day for more than a year. He was into sex with other guys in the biggest way, but no one knew he was gay. He was a cute, smooth, blond, freckle-faced tenth-grader who dated with his friends and laughed at the pussy jokes like the other guys. But he knew this was a front. Every day since he was twelve, he would jack off thinking about boys, aroused from watching them all day long at school. He was really turned on by the few boys who were rapidly outgrowing their faded Levis. The tight denim fabric was supple and outlined dicks and balls obscenely. Likewise in the locker room, where the boys would linger to horse around in their jampacked jockey briefs.
If he were honest about it, Tim would admit that the main reason Mike Chasen was his best frind was because Jeff was sexy as hell. He was a dark haired, blue eyed kid from down the street whose tight jeans or cutoffs always seemed ready to burst in front, the way his genitals were gathered up by either a pair of tight white cotton Fruit of the Loom hip briefs or a jockstrap. Tim had made sure to peek whenever he and Mike changed for gym. Mike actually wore a jockstrap under his Levis. The effect of this on Tim was an instant erection and a frantic trip to the toilet stalls.
Tim always jacked off in his briefs and sometimes his Levis. At first, just thinking about sex would cause him to have an orgasm no matter where he was - in class, at the movies, on the bus. Then he started jacking off in bed. He would lie under the sheets, imagining the jockey bulge he was groping belonged to one of his friends. As he began to outgrow his jeans, they clung to his thighs and crotch and made him feel so turned on he would grab his bulge and not stop working it til he had blasted a load in them. There were some jeans he didn't dare wear anymore because they made his cock ooze and show an obvious wet spot in front for all to see.
Tim had just gotten his first computer. It was just like the one he used at school, so he knew how to work it. What excited him was the modem that came with the computer. He knew about BBSs and had heard that some of them were all about sex, some even about gay sex. It was his first chance to make contact with other guys like him.
It was Saturday morning and his parents had gone away for the week-end. He went to the drawer and pulled out a pair of fresh briefs and a t-shirt. This was Jeff's standard attire when he was home alone or in his bedroom.
From under the bed, Tim pulled out a list of numbers he had copied off a local gay newspaper he'd firtively scanned at a newsstand. The first one on the list was called Boybeat. He dialed the number, and was connected. There was a prompt for a handle or New User. He was then told that if he knew what kind of board he was one, he knew the system password. After a moment's pause, Jeff decided to be bold and typed GAYSEX. To his surprise, the screen flashed and on the screen scrolled an image of an erect cock, then a message. "Congratulations! You have just been admitted to the hottest male sex BBS in America. To obtain full access you are required to answer a detailed questionnaire."
Tim pressed the return and began answering a long list of questions about his sex body and his sex life. At first he was embarrassed, but became so aroused that he soon was stroking his jockey bulge with one hand and typing with the other. Before he had progressed very far, the screen flashed and went blank and a message appeared.
"YOU ARE IN CHAT WITH BULGEBOY"
Then someone began typing across his screen.
"Hi. Sorry to interrupt. I help run the board and try to help new users through the first few sessions. Are you new to BBSing."
Tim felt lucky to meet someone so quickly. And nice too. "It's my first time ever. My first computer."
"From your description, you seem like a pretty hot dude. Say, maybe you'd like to come over to my place and let me help you, since it's your first time and all. I see you've started the questionnaire. You haven't got to the hard part. Some of the questions may need some explaining. I helped write the questionnaire and know a lot about the system."
Tim hesitated. He sure wanted to meet someone else who like boys, but he didn't know this guy. "But I don't know you."
After a few seconds, a three-line profile scrolled up. It described a dark-haired trim student who was 18 and was very hot and looking for sex buddies. Sounded OK, but Tim had lied about his age to get on, so this guy could have lied about himself too. But Tim wanted to take a chance. The prosect of finally meeting another gay guy was too much to resist. And that handle didn't hurt either.
Tim took a deep breath and typed.
"Sure, that would be nice. When do you want me to come over?"
"How about now?"
"OK. Where are you?"
"I'm in Oakcliff. Is that very far from you?"
"No, not at all. What's the address?"
"504 Beech Street. My name's Jason, what's yours?"
"It's Tod. Ok if I come right over?"
"Yeah."
"See ya in about ten minutes."
Tim's head was spinning. He couldn't believe this was happening. He was pissed off at himself for being so damned easy. What if this guy was bad news? Well, he figured he could take care of himself.
He logged off and went over to the closet and pulled one of the Levis he no longer wore in public. The soft, thin faded denim made his cock twitch in his snug briefs. As he buttoned the 501 fly he thought about hot boy sex and this guy coming over. Tim knew this was no innocent offer of help but a proposition. He reached under his bed and pulled out a box with a combination lock. He opened it and pulled out a bag of grass, just in case. He rolled a couple of joints and stuffed them down his sock.
Tim grabbed his dirt bike and started towards Beech Street. It wouldn't take more than ten minutes. As he pedalled, his jeans-clad thighs moved his jockey pouch back and forth, jacking him off as he thought about his first gay encounter.
By the time he reached the address on Beech Street, the front of his faded Levis was soaked with precum and impossible to conceal. "Well," he thought, "Too late to go back and change." Anyway, Tim loved the feeling of his cock and balls sloshing around in his jockey pouch.
Tim rang the doorbell of the modest looking bugalow. The door opened and a voice said to come in. Tim walked in and turned to greet his host.
It was Mike Chasen. Both boys stood frozen. This was the last thing in the world TIm expected - or could hope for.
"M-Mike!" was all Tim could manage.
Mike stared in disbelief at his best friend, just as shocked as Tim was. The implication of what was happening was overwhelming.
Mike quickly recovered. "That was you on the computer about a half hour ago?"
"Sure was." As his eyes adjusted to the subdued light he looked Mike up and down. This guy always made him hot, and the white body shirt and tight Levi cutoffs added to the effect.
Mike also inspected his best friend, this time in a new light. Though neither boy realized it, they turned on to the same things. They were about to find that out.
As he openly gazed at Tim's sperm-soaked bulge, Mike said, "Well, you're here, and I'm sure not sorry. Come on back."
Mike led Tim to a comfortable den that overlooked a sunny fenced off yard and swimming pool. They sat down beside each other on a leather sofa.
After looking at each other with silly grins on their faces, both boys started to talk at the same time.
"Wait!" Tim raised his hand. "I asked you over to finish the questionnaire. You wanna do that?"
"Sure!"
"Want a few tokes first?"
In reply, Tim reached down and extracted a joint from his sock. They lit up and leaned back, spreading their legs to expose their swollen bulges. Neither boy could take his eyes off the other.
Mike put his hand over his faded denim crotch and slowly began rubbing it. "Since I wrote the questionnaire, I know it by heart. Why don't we just relax here while I just ask you the questions?"
Tim's cock and balls were on fire. He felt more jiuce leaking out of his piss slit. He nodded.
"I know how big your cock is and that it's circumsized. So I'll skip those questions." Mike remembered seeing Tim's hard meat in the locker room once. It was seven inches and cut and stuck straight out over a pair of nice-sized nuts snuggly nestled in a hairless ballsac.
"How often do you jack off."
"Once a day, sometimes more."
"Where do you jack off?"
"In bed. In the bathroom. At school. On the bus. At movies. In the pool."
"Have you ever jacked another guy off?"
"No."
When he heard that, Mike reach over and slid his hand under Tim's and began feeling the front of his damp jeans. He cupped the bulge that Tim's balls pushed out above where his inseams joined, then ran his fingers around his loins and onto his belly.
"Ooooo," Tim moaned. It was the first time another boy had ever touched him like that. He went limp with pleasure for a second. Then he reached over and began imitating Mike's hand movements.
Almost immediately Tim knew he was in trouble. Sitting there openly feeling up another guy while another guy was doing the same to him simply blew him away. He was about to shoot his wad.
"Ah, Mike, Mike!" Tim began bucking his hips. "I gotta cum, Buddy, I gotta shoot! Aaaaahh, yeeeeeeeow!"
Mike grabbed Tim's stuffed basket with both hands, squeezing his ball pouch and firmly stroking the length of his exploding meat.
Tim's hand tightened on Mike's hard cock through those incredibly sexual cutoffs.
Suddenly, Mike's hand was coated with cum as Tim began blasting his load right through his underpants and Levis. Tim was experiencing the most powerful orgas,m of his life. He nearly blacked out from the combination electric shock and enormous itch that wasn't going to stop. This orgasm had peaked and was still peaking. Tim let out a muffled scream of pleasure as he bucked uncontrolably under Mike's hands.
For Mike, it was as if his hands were plugged into Tim's pleasure center and connected him directly to his friends ecstacy, for when he saw and felt and heard Tim's frenzied orgasm, he too exploded in his shorts.