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Carlos went out with Maria several more times, and each time
she found a way to make him squirt his sperm into his pants. Usually, it was
just a hand job. One time, they stretched out on the back seat of the car and
dry-humped until Carlos came in his pants. Another time, at a party, they snuck
away to a back room and she rubbed the front of his tan khakis until he soaked
them with hot cum. After they rejoined the party, a friend of Maria’s insisted
on taking a picture of the two of them together.
But Maria was becoming bored. Her turn-on was seeing guys
who thought they were cool being humiliated by losing control of their balls
and staining their pants. Increasingly, Carlos seemed to be enjoying this way
of cumming, and even the supposed embarrassment of walking around with wet
pants afterwards. It wasn’t long before Maria found a pretext for ending the
relationship.
Carlos was disappointed, of course, but not heartbroken. He
had discovered a whole new sexual turn-on, and cumming while fully dressed as a
cool “vato” was at its core. Maria had shared with Carlos stories of all
the guys in the neighborhood she had made cream in their pants. Carlos had long
suspected that the ones who worked so hard at acting cool were really not cool
at all. Maria’s stories confirmed that, and gave Carlos more material for his
nightly jack-off sessions as he imagined these guys he grew up with being
jacked off by hot chicks right through their boxers and pants.
One of those guys, Juan, was in the same class as Carlos
during the last period of the day. On one occasion, after Carlos had skipped a
day of jacking off, he noticed that Juan was dealing with an unruly erection in
his trousers in class. It looked like Juan kept repeatedly trying to adjust the
big lump in his pants to a more comfortable position. Nothing seemed to work,
and the bulbous tip of his massive cock just ended up poking straight out
behind the fly of his loose khakis.
Carlos had been dealing with spontaneous erections all day
because he had neglected to empty his balls the night before. Several times he
found himself having to walk around the campus with an embarrassing lump in his
Dickies shorts which, because of his newfound enjoyment of that kind of exhibitionism
and embarrassment, caused sort of a feedback loop that kept his cock from going
soft! Any time he saw someone look at his bulging khaki shorts, his cock pumped
up even harder.
Now, watching Juan struggle with his raging boner and
remembering what Maria told him about how she made Juan helplessly cream his
khaki pants, Carlos’s cock sprang up instantly and demanded attention. Carlos
was sitting near the back of the classroom, so he felt safe reaching down and
adjusting his boner. He gave it a few squeezes and it throbbed in response.
Quickly glancing around, he decided to squeeze his cock some more. Squeezing
turned into subtle rubbing with his fingertips, with no arm or shoulder
movement to give away what he was doing. He was going to masturbate through his
pants under his desk in class!
The taboo nature of what he was about to do excited Carlos
tremendously. He was going to shoot his cum inside his boxers not in a car, not
at a party, not in his bed, but in a classroom! Out of the corner of his eye,
he caught Juan having another go at adjusting his hard-on. It was then that he
realized that Juan was intermittently masturbating in his pants, too!
It was just another couple of strokes after that that Carlos
began ejaculating. Big ropes of cum were caught by his boxers, and the liquid
quickly soaked through to his shorts. He was doing a masterful job of
maintaining a cool façade and controlling his breathing while he continued to
squirt cum in his pants. With his fingertips working his bulge he could feel
how wet his pants were becoming, and this added to his excitement.
Less than a minute later, the bell rang signaling the end of
the class period. Carlos watched as Juan stood up and made a lame attempt to
conceal the huge bulge in his pants. Carlos then got up and followed the rest
of the class out, not even trying to conceal the big, wet cum stain that was
still spreading across the front of his pants. He walked off the school
grounds, noticing a few stares on the way, and headed home. The stares kept his
cock from going soft, so the front of his pants now displayed his total lack of
control – a wet spot and a boner.
He'd gone barely a block when he saw Pedro, one of the
neighborhood’s coolest guys, approaching him, his eyes glued to Carlos’s wet,
bulging Dickies shorts. This guy was kind of an arbiter on what constituted
cool clothes and cool behavior. Carlos braced for a confrontation.
“Hey man, there’s a big wet spot on your khakis,” Pedro
said.
“Yeah.”
“So what happened?” Pedro asked.
Carlos thought quickly. “This hot chick just jacked me off
in my pants,” he lied.
Pedro looked at him with narrowed eyes. “Did you just squirt
in your pants?”
“Yeah, I couldn’t hold it. She just kept jacking me off and
she wouldn’t slow down!” Carlos replied.
“You got a big lump in your pants, too,” Pedro said. “That’s
not cool, man. If you’re going to wear khakis, you gotta keep it cool.”
Knowing that Pedro spotted his erection caused it to jump
inside his wet boxers. “I was trying. I was trying so hard. But she was such a
hot chick, I couldn’t help myself,” Carlos said.
“Fuck man, I can see your hard-on jumping inside your
pants!” Pedro said as he stared intently at the front of Carlos’s Dickies
shorts. “Be cool, man.”
“Shit! I’m so embarrassed!” Carlos said. He
was embarrassed with Pedro focusing all his attention on his messy,
bulging pants, but that embarrassment was turning him on!
Pedro’s attitude softened a bit. “Hey man, don’t worry about
it. That happened to me, too.”
Carlos’s eyes flew wide open. “Really?” Was Pedro admitting
to creaming in his khakis?
“Yeah. I was at school making out with Jeanette before
class. She was pressing her pussy right into my hard cock. I was really trying
to hold my cum, but then I could feel some of it dribbling out and my boxers
getting a little wet,” Pedro confessed. Carlos’s boner jumped wildly as Pedro
continued his story. “Just then, the bell rings. Now, I’m walking to class, still
dribbling sperm in my boxers, trying to hold back, and trying to act cool so
nobody would know. Then all of a sudden, my cum started really squirting down my
pants. It was real hard to act cool when that happened. So I’m walking at
school while I’m shooting all my cum in my boxers and pants. I looked down and
saw a big wet spot running down my cool khaki pants.”
Carlos’s heart was beating fast and his cock was jumping
like crazy as Pedro finished his confession. “Oh man, you shot off in your
khakis at school, and you’re walkin’ around acting cool while your sperm’s
squirting in your boxers? That’s so fuckin’ hot! OH!” On that last exclamation,
Carlos’s untouched cock swelled to its maximum size and fired more cream into
his boxers. The new stain started running down the leg of his Dickies shorts.
Pedro couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “Hey man, there’s
another wet stain on your pants. What the fuck?”
“Shit, I’m sorry, man,” Carlos said. “It just happened real fast.
I couldn’t help it. Unh! I’m cumming in my pants again!”
“You were just standing there with a boner, and then all of
a sudden you start shooting off in your pants? That’s so uncool, man. Like I
said, if you’re going to wear the khakis, you gotta keep it cool.”
And with that, Pedro walked off and left Carlos standing in
the street, his cool Dickies shorts drenched in two loads of cum and his cock
finally going soft.