“Hey man, I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”
That voice came from behind Carlos as he was leaving school.
“Hey, Carlos!”
Carlos turned around and saw one of the vatos who
were making fun of him at the Promenade. He prepared himself for another
confrontation over walking around with wet cum stains on his khaki pants.
Carlos summoned his best macho attitude. “Yeah? What?”
“Hey, it’s cool,” the guy said. “I just want to talk to you
about Maria.”
“Are you Roberto?” Carlos asked.
“Yeah. Did she say anything about me?” Roberto asked.
Carlos just nodded. Then he took a quick glance at the front
of Roberto’s trousers to see if there was anything “un-cool” going on. They
were perfectly presentable.
“Shit. That bitch just can’t keep her mouth shut,” Roberto
said. “I heard she’s been talking about you to her friends, too.”
Carlos’s heart sank. It was one thing to have someone
staring at his tented, stained trousers in the heat of the moment, but now his
reputation was going to be ruined. No chick is going to go out with a guy who
can’t control his cock. The expression on his face suddenly reflected this new
reality, and Roberto spotted it right away.
“Hey man, it’s not all bad,” he said. “You got time to come
over to my house?”
“I guess.”
The two guys walked in silence the few blocks to Roberto’s
house. Once inside, Carlos was looking around and Roberto said, “Don’t worry.
My folks both work.
“So what the fuck did she tell you about me?” Roberto asked.
“She said that you squirted your cum inside your khakis
before she even touched your cock,” Carlos replied.
Roberto’s shoulder slumped and he sighed. “Yeah, that’s what
happened. I got what they call premature ejaculation. But we were makin’ out
like crazy for like 15 minutes before that happened.”
Carlos felt his cock stirring as Roberto was confessing to
accidently messing up his pants. ‘No! Not now!’ he thought, hoping he wouldn’t
spring a complete boner in front of this guy.
“I was, like, feeling her tits and everything, man,” Roberto
continued. “And she’s such a good kisser. But you already know about that.”
Carlos gave a wry smile. “And my verga was sliding around inside my
boxers, too.” Roberto used the Spanish slang for a cock to try to explain away
his accident.
“Sounds familiar,” Carlos said, even as he felt his own verga
swelling rapidly.
“And I was holding back like crazy, man,” Roberto continued.
“I didn’t want to mess up my cool khaki pants in front of this chick, you
know?” Carlos nodded. “I was so close, man. I was, like, breathing heavy and
everything, and then she stopped kissing me and looked down at my pants. Then
she starts talking dirty to me! She’s saying things like, ‘Look at that big
cock! You’re such a man,’ and ‘Someday I’m going to want you to put that inside
me.’ When I heard that, a little cum leaked out of my cock, and suddenly there
was a wet spot on my pants. She goes, ‘Oooo, can’t you hold your cum? Are you
going to spurt it all in your pants for me?’ Then I couldn’t hold it. This big
load of cum started squirting out, right in my boxers, right in my pants, and
there was no way I could stop it.”
Now Carlos’s cock was completely hard and making an obvious
tent in his loose trousers. He glanced down at Roberto’s pants and saw his new
friend was in the same state, although his boner was going more down his leg. That made Carlos feel a little better.
“The cum shot right through my boxers and pants and there
was this white blob on the outside of my khakis. And the wet stain was
spreading all over the front. I was so embarrassed! And then, man, she reaches
down and starts stroking me through my pants, and I started shooting even more!
Her hand was going up and down and making all these squish-squish noises, and
she’s smearing the cum all over my khakis.”
Carlos was starting to wonder if premature ejaculation was
contagious. His cock was throbbing a lot, and he could tell his balls were
preparing another load of semen. Having a boner in front of Roberto was one
thing, but if he shot off like that, the embarrassment would be too much. Then
Carlos saw Roberto look down at the tent in his khakis. There was no hiding his
arousal now.
Roberto didn’t react, he just said, “So, how did Maria make
you do it?”
Carlos took a deep breath, thinking this would give him a
chance to calm down a little. “Well, the first time we went out, we parked up
along the cliff up there, you know?”
Roberto interrupted. “Wait. The first time? You went out
with her more than once?”
Carlos kind of smiled. “Yeah, a few times. Anyway, I had a
couple of beers in the car, cuz I figured it would loosen her up a little, you
know? So, after we had some beer we started making out and shit, and I pop this
big hard-on. And all of a sudden, she reaches down and grabs my cock through my
pants! And she starts stroking it up and down!”
Now it was Roberto’s cock that was throbbing as he listened
to Carlos’s story.
“Ohh, man! That felt so good. I never knew my cool pattern
boxers would feel so good sliding on my verga,” Carlos said. Then he
decided to embellish his story to make himself sound like he was more in
control than Roberto was. “So we kept making out and she kept stroking my cock,
and we must’ve been doing that for, like, 20 minutes, you know? Finally, I
said, ‘How about takin’ it out?’ cuz I was getting kinda close and I didn’t
want to mess up my best khaki pants. She said she didn’t do that kind of thing,
and she started stroking me faster through my trousers. Well, that’s what did
it. I just couldn't hold back any more and I came right in my pants.”
“Woah,” Roberto breathed.
“And so there I am with this huge cum stain all over my
pants, and she suddenly wants to go the Promenade,” Carlos said. “That's where
you and your homies saw me.” Carlos looked down at Roberto’s khakis and saw a
small pre-cum spot at the end of his bulge.
“Yeah, she did that to me, too. What’s that about?” Roberto
moaned. “I mean isn’t it bad enough that she makes guys cum inside their pants,
but then she’s got to show them off to everyone? Doesn’t she know what that
could do to a guy’s rep?”
“So she had you walking around in public with a cum stain,
too?” Carlos asked.
“Yeah, man. And some other guys I talked to said she did
that to them, too,” Roberto replied.
“I think she gets off on making us embarrassed,” Carlos
said. “Like I said, we went out a few times, and she made me cream in my pants
every time, then wanted to go out in public afterwards. But, well, I don’t know
if I should tell you this.”
“It’s cool, man. I won’t tell no one.”
“Well…” Carlos hesitated, trying to think of how to explain
his new fetish. “It’s just that, you know, it’s like… walkin’ around with a cum
stain and a hard-on, and having people look at my khaki pants when they’re all
bulging and wet kinda turns me on now.”
Roberto just said, “Holy shit,” and looked down at Carlos’s
tented crotch. Carlos looked over at Roberto. Roberto’s jaw went slack and
suddenly the wet spot at the end of his bulge got a whole lot bigger. Roberto
was having a premature, hands-free ejaculation in his pants right in front of
Carlos! Roberto shut his eyes tightly and started bucking his hips as his balls
drained themselves right into his boxers. The wet spot spread and spread as his
cock throbbed with each spurt of hot cum.
Carlos could barely believe what he was seeing. This cool vato
who, just a couple of weeks earlier, was making fun of his cum stain was now
losing his load right in his khaki pants without even touching his cock!
Roberto was now catching his breath after having a major
orgasm in his pants in front of Carlos. “I told you, man,” he gasped. “I got
premature ejaculation real bad. But when you told me you liked walkin’ around
with stained khaki pants, it was too much!” He paused for a moment, then
confessed, “I like it, too.”
“No fuckin’ way,” Carlos breathed. “I thought I was the only
one.” Now it was Carlos’s turn to get a small pre-cum spot on his pants.
“Yeah, man. When Maria took me to the mall after I came in
my pants, my dick didn’t go down at all. Whenever a group of cute chicks or
some dudes laughed at my cum stain, my cock just got harder.”
Now Carlos knew he had to cum… quick. But he wasn’t going to
be able to do it hands-free this time. “Fuck man, I gotta get rid of this
load.” And as he grabbed the bulge in his pants, he said, “Sorry.”
Roberto didn’t blink. He just quietly encouraged his new
friend. “Yeah, go for it!” he said.
It couldn’t have been more than about 15 seconds before
Carlos closed his eyes, threw his head back, groaned loudly and started
squirting his load into his boxers. Roberto watched intently as the wet stain
spread over the whole right side of Carlos’s tan trousers. It was shiny-wet,
attesting to the huge volume of cum Carlos was discharging into his boxer
shorts. Squishy wet noises came from his crotch as he worked the saturated fabric
over his boner.
When he finally came down off his climax, Carlos just got
this silly grin on his face. The room reeked of cum and both guys had massive
wet spots on their pants.
“Um, I don’t think it would be a good idea for both of us to
go out in public together like this. People might get the wrong idea,” Carlos
said. “But maybe some other time if we go to the Promenade or something, I can
be staring at the bulge in your khakis and, like, laughing at you and making
fun of your boner until you mess up your cool khakis.”
“That’d be hot!” Roberto said with a big grin.