My Story: Smokin' at Phil's (send feedback to Jokstrpboy@AOL.com)
During the summer vacation between high school and college, I used to support my taste in beer and pot by working in a large restaurant. I was one of a number of busboys. Really menial work, lots of dirty dishes, old food all over the place. I never really got to know many of the other busboys until one night after work, when I decided to hit the local pub accross the road to relax a bit. Naturally I smoked on the way over, and this one kind of geeky kid, Phil, apparently caught on, 'cause he commented on the smell of my cologne. I knew what he meant since the only odors comin' off me was the sweat from work, the smell of old food, and the weed. He asked me if I had any more. I didn't, but told him that I'd bring some tomorrow. I was 19 at the time, didn't know which end should be up. I was on the baseball and swim team in high school, and my body showed it in a subtle way. Nice arms, stomach, and an ass made for a jockstrap, but not a hulk. I'm kind of a short guy with straight jet-black hair and brown eyes. I was ripe, smooth, decent looking. Not much chest hair. You get the picture. Being in sports in the limited way I was gave me the opportunity to learn about jock-straps. I still have my original high-school one. It had the narrow waist-band. Those things turned me on incredibly, as did old, mangled underwear. Anyway, I kind of liked Phil. He was geeky, thin, longish brown hair, wore glasses. Sort of reminded me of the classic nerd. He was kind of self conscious or something. I thought I made him nervous, he never seemed to make eye contact. But I knew he liked me, and we made a ritual of hangin' out after work at that local bar (after smoking in the car, of course). I liked hangin' with him because he seemed to want to let me be the one to guide the conversation and generally be the leader. The city soon passed a new law upping the drinking age to 21, and we could no longer hit the bar after work. So we started hangin' out in the basement of his house, a couple miles away. I don't know why I felt the way I did, but I was beginning to be affected by his adulation of me. I was just a normal dude but he seemed to idolize me, though nothing was said. I had the feeling that he liked my tight body, I caught him checkin my crotch out before. Made me kind of horny to show it off for him. That's when I came up with the plan. Since we were now in the habit of goin' to his place after work, I started to bring a change of clothes with me. Since the only place I'd be going to after his place was home, I realized that I could change into just about clothing I felt like at his place. Also, I could wear any type of underwear, and he'd be the only one to see it, since I'd decided to change in front of him, in his makeshift family room in the basement. So, that was my plan, to give him a first class show. To act as innocent as could be, but show him my smooth, young stuff and give him a first class teen boner fantasy. I really wanted him to think he was on top of the situation, though. I didn't want him to know that I was doin' any of this. It had to look fairly normal, for my fantasy to work. Being that age, two things happen a lot. First, I was still growing. That's why I could wear jeans that I was severely grown out of without looking too strange, 'cause that's the way things are when your body's growin like that. Secondly, like everyone else our age, I'd spring boners all the time. So it wouldn't appear out of the ordinary to him if I were to spring a fat one as we were sittin' there, me on an old couch, him on a beat up recliner opposite me that he must have gotten from the garbage somewhere.
After the first night I came over,I realized that we would be alone down there every night (his parents would go to sleep early). So on the second night I started being a teen exhibitionist.
On the way over (we took our own beat up cars, of course) I started to think about what a horny idea this was. Before I came to work, I put on a really old pair of abused underwear, about two sized too small. I used to jack my teen meat off wearing them all the time. Had to hide 'em from my parents cause they were all grey, ripped, stretched, and stained. Plus they were way too small for me. You could even see some of my pubes stickin' out on top. That's how small they were. They were way stretched out in the leg holes and basket as a result of my springin' bones in 'em and yankin' and tuggin' at my meat so often. I brought a nearly obscene pair of Wrangler jeans, all faded where I would rub my hard meat, and a way too small cut-off t-shirt, to show off my tight stomach and arms. In the car I pushed my now half-hard boy-dick down to my thigh, so that he might not notice that I was hard already. I planned on givin' that boy a real show.
When we got to the basement. I slowly started to peel off my work shirt, and unbuttoned my pants while he was packing a bowl. I saw him sneak looks at my stomach and my armpits. He seemed more quiet than usual. I waited until he lit up the bowl to take of the black work pants. Since we'd want to finish the pot, and not let it just burn in the bowl on it's own, I'd have an excuse to stand there longer smoking reefer in nothing but my tattered boy Hanes.
I could see that he was breathing heavy, and it wasn't just the pot. I was standing in front of him (he was sitting on the recliner) with my not quite half-hard crotch about 10 inches from his eyes. He passed me the bowl and I inhaled, I passed it back to him and stretched while holding the smoke, giving him a great hard muscle pose of my built arms and chest, and pushing out my basket a little, just to tease him a bit more. My boy dick swelled out a little more, and he seemed real nervous now. Then I got the shirt and jeans, put them on and pushed my big basket down and to one side in the leg of the jeans. I was definitely half hard. and then some. With my dick stuffed down one leg of my jeans, and my balls down the other, and pretty much boned, my basket looked fuckin' hot, man. I caught my dick hungry boy checkin' my stuff out every so often. Once in a while, when he was lookin', I'd make it look like I had an itch, and would rub my by now very prominent dick, or adjust my balls. I really wanted to tease my nerd boy, get him droolin' for dick. We sat there for a while, just watchin' television, him watchin' me, me watchin' him watch me. It was time to go, I knew I'd have plenty of time to develop the game to the next level. I'd have more fun with bein' a prick tease in the many days to come. As I drove home, I stuck my hand down my pants. Yeah, my dripping dick had soaked my raunchy rag briefs. I opened my jeans, and the car began to smell of sex. I rubbed my crotch through my funky underwear as I was thinkin' of Phil starin' at my stuff as he's shakin' bad, that's how much he wants my fuckin' fat pole. I grabbed my crotch real hard and started to yank everything up, down, sideways, till I gasped as I reached that point where I knew I couldn't help myself, and I fuckin' blasted off in my stinkin' shorts so bad that I was afraid I'd go under while I'm speedin' down the country road. Wow, that was so fuckin' cool. I couldn't wait for tomorrow night, smokin' at Phils.
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Smokin' at Phil's pt. 2 (M/M jockstrap,exhibitionism,grass)
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The next day I thought I'd push things a bit. The game I was playing was getting me more hot each day. I wanted Phil to see my dick, somehow. Man, I wanted him to want my body real bad. My exhibitionist fantasy grew more hot as the day went on. I knew he was major hot for my hot stud body. This made me just so absolutely fuckin' hot to show off my shit for him. Today I wanted to really go as far as I could and see if I would get him totally raging horny enough to basically beg for my hot, teen stuff.
On my way to work, I stopped off at the gym and did a tenacious workout. I was pumped. After my shower, I just put back on my jockstrap that I worked out in, which I got my dad to buy for me when I was a sophmore in high school. God, jockstraps must've been invented for showoffs like me. They feel so good, the open air blowing around my pink little ass-hole and all. Wow, it just turns me on. My swimmer boy butt looks excellent framed in a jock. I wear my dick down in a jock, and when you're wearin it and start to get a bone, the pouch fills out obscenely.
After workin at the restaurant, Phil and I headed to his damp basement. The heat was unbelievable that day, and though we were in his basement, it was still hot as hell. Phil had changed into some typically nerdy looking khaki shorts and an oversize t-shirt, which only made him look thinner and more book-worm looking than he already was. As was our ritual, we smoked some grass. I had my gym bag with me and was already half-hard, probably dripping already. I took off my work shirt, then my pants. Poor Phil,I thought, as my teen boy started to cough abit. Probably wasn't the pot, but the sight of my hard-boy body in front of him wearin' nothing but my old tattered, funky-ass high school jock, standing there sweating in front of him with a fat, greasy teen-bone pointing down in the nearly grey, sweat and cum stained pouch which was streched out obscenely. Next, I casually turned away from him to get my old gym shorts out of my workout bag. Of course, I made sure I flexed my butt muscles enough so he'd start droolin' over my white swimmer-boy ass. As I bent over to the floor to get my shorts, I gave my nerd friend a great shot of my little pink hole. I was sure the dude could even see my mostly hard dick and my balls pointing down between my legs. I could almost feel his eyes on that point where the leg-straps meet at the bottom of now soakin' jock pouch.
So I retrieved my old cotton school-issue gym shorts out of my bag, and slipped 'em on over my bulgin' jockstrap. Phil's not doin' too good in the meantime. He's lookin all red in the cheeks and all nervous and shaky. I'm just talkin' as usual, makin' as it's normal to be showin' off my fuckin' hot little body to this guy. I sat down on the couch, with my jockstrap hangin' out of my high school gym shorts, yakking with my nerd bud as if nothin' unusual is goin' on. We're still smokin' up and the conversation continues in what seems like another world, my whole attention is on my crotch. Thinkin' about Phil lookin' at my stuff is makin' me as fuckin' hot as him, man. I can barely take it. It would take nearly nothin' to get me to spunk off in my jock. As it is, I'm fuckin' leakin' all over the fuckin' thing, and my boy rod is throbbin' like crazy, pushin' the pouch of my filthy jock at least three inches past the leg opening of my gym shorts. I keep movin' my legs open and closed alot which causes my fat teen dickhead to rub on the inside of my thigh, the friction makin' my meaty boy cock ooze even more goo out of the gaping, meaty head. I've gone past the game now. I've become a savage boy in fuckin' heat, oozin' hard. I gotta get it, now. It started out as me teasin' my nerdy friend, but now, I was as hot and bothered by it as he was. Maybe even more. My reefer hazed brain thought of two things: my fuckin' wildly hot dick, and how this was affecting Phil.
I'm sure he was wondering what might happen next. After all, he's sitting opposite me, getting a great view of my swimmer's body wearin nothing, as I've said, but a well-used jockstrap hangin' out of the leg-hole of my tattered high school gym shorts. I fuckin' looked like one of those cartoons in Freshmen Magazine. You know the type, horny oblivious teen meat with generous muscles and way generous bulges, just made for hot boy-sex. The way I was sitting on the couch only exaggerated the image of me as way hot teen meat. I was slouched into the couch with my well built arms behind my head. My smooth legs were wide open. Because I kept slouching my butt farther toward the end of the seat, my gym shorts were knotting up and making their way into the sweaty valley of my hot butt, separating my hairless ass globes and making burning contact with my now sensitive, steaming hot pink boyhole. More and more of my jockstrap was showing, with the pressure from my hard-on and the seam in my shorts causing my crotch to be clearly divided down the center. Looking through the way old and tight shorts stretched-out leg holes, Phil could easily see that my stinking, dripping wet jockstrap could barely contain my balls pushin' out of the left leg hole, and my very hard and drooling hose snakin' it's way out of the right side. He could also see the leg straps of the jock as they followed the mounds of my swimmer's ass and dissappeared underneath. As I adjusted my sitting position, it happened. The pressure of my fat, teen hard-on was too much for my old funky jock. My fuckin' teen spud dick popped out of side of the filthy, juicy and sweatyjockstrap, exposing my lurching, drooling teen meat to Phil's dick-crazed eyes. "Sorry, dude. Smokin' dope always makes me throw a fuckin' boner, man" I said to Phil, who looked paralyzed starin' at my crotch with his mouth hangin' open with his tongue slowly movin' around like some kind of a dog."It fuckin' happens all the time, dude. I guess I need some cunt". Me talkin' about my predicament made my nerd friend snap to a little bit, since he now knew that he was caught lookin' at my hot basket. I was still just acting, playin' the part of the horny straight teen-boy lookin' for a way to get my nuts off. I pretended to try to re-pack my pre-cum slimed boner into my jock strap by seductively spreading my legs, reaching into the leg hole of my shorts and trying to hold onto my teen dick with one hand, while trying to pull the jockstrap pouch over it with the other. Phil just kept gawking at this fuckin' amazing show I was putting on just for him, getting redder and redder as his boy hormones kicked into fucking overdrive. I kept manipulating my cock, trying to get the pouch to cover it in its former pointed down position, but because my wet dick had just been exposed to the air, it grew to its full lenth, and I couldn't get my jock pouch over my dick the way it had been earlier. "fuck, dude" I said casually, "I can't believe I'm this fuckin' boned, man" So, I stood up, stuck my hand inside the gym shorts and grabbed my big teen-nuts, and yanked 'em out of the left side of my jockpouch. Then I grabbed hold of my flaming hot dick and yanked it up and out of the right side of my jockstrap pouch. The jockstrap was still on, except the pouch was now only covering the thick, hard root of my spooging boy meat. Next I yanked up on the waistband of my jockstrap, which caused my dripping member to be totally full of blood, gasping with each beat of my racing heart. I then rearranged my gym shorts, and sat back down as if it were just normal to have to fix my teen boner the way I just did. Of course, as I sat down, I said "Fuck, man, sorry about that, my dick's got a fuckin' mind of its own". Phil is just zoning on the scene, unable to say a word. The way my stuff is hangin' now, he thinks that I don't know he can see my teen stuff, 'cause I made it look and sound like I think I'm less exposed, now. Which is only partially true. Although I can see less of my stiff boy meat now than before, Phil's got an awesome view. He can see hangin' out of my left leg hole my fat and tight swimmer nuts, all full of boy juice waitin' to explode. Out of the other leg hole is a perfect view of my fat high school boner. He can see the blood filled head bouncing and throbbing urgently against my thigh. My monster boner is continually spewin' out juice, and when I move my leg, my pounding dick head slides on my thigh, causing my distended, meaty piss-slit to crank out even more lube. Once in a while, as I just keep rambling on, I squeeze my ass-cheeks together, which causes my teen dick-head just get fuckin' angrier and slimier, and my balls to tighten up even more. Phil's just starin' at me and shakin' real bad with an absolute fuckin' bitch in heat kind of look. His tongue is hangin' out an' movin' around a little and I could tell he was imagining what it would be like to take the tip of his tongue and lick lightly on that tight area between my head and the thick shaft, where most of my fuck juice was droolin' onto. He'd have to fuckin' rape me soon, if I kept this this tease goin' much longer. So, as part of the conversation which, by the way, was continuing on mindlessly in the background, I asked "You got any stroke mag's layin' around I can borrow for the night?" He responded "What? ..oh, you mean magazines? Yeah, I got some my brother left when he took off for college". He got up to get them, and when he stood up, he self-conciously turned away before he was fully standing. I knew at that moment that he still figured I was some sort of a super hot straight-boy. After all, if he thought I was into doin' the nasty with him, he wouldn't have turned to hide his aching nerd-stiff from me. I felt satisfied knowing that my fuckin' tease-act was so convincing.
While Phil went into what looked like the furnace-room, I generously packed another bowl of what seemed liked awfully potent weed and lit up. Phil returned, set the magazines on the garbage-picked wooden cocktail table in front of the beat up couch I was sprawled on. He sat on the table facing me so we didn't have to get up to pass the bowl back and forth. So to pass the bowl back to him, I casually moved forward so far on the seat of the couch that my throbbing dickhead actually touched his rough knee for an instant. Let me tell you, I was so fuckin' hot that the slightest touch, the smallest rub could have sent me spewin' off into my bleached out shorts. And I had felt that way for twenty minutes already. Constantly on the edge of blowin' it. Well, when that happened, his cheeks turned instantly red, and he quietly kind of sighed. Or moaned, I wasn't sure. Fuck, I had this guy absolutely tortured. A little dab of my lube juice dampened his knee, creating a bridge of pre-cum between my distended, meaty dick head and his leg as I moved back to my former, sprawled out position. "I'm so fucked up, dude" I said. Phil agreed, complimenting me on the quality of the reefer. I opened up one of his magazines. It was well worn and a bit crusty from cum soaking jerk-off sessions. The one I was looking at was was mostly this younger, decent looking and built guy getting sucked off by a typically whorish-looking broad. He had a long, dick. One shot showed a close-up of the girl tonguing his under-head. "Holy fuck, dude, that looks hot!" I said to my buddy, who came over and sat next to me to look at what I was talking about. The pictures to me weren't really that exciting, but this whole scene was fryin' me. My teen nuts were churnin' up so much goo that my gym shorts were by now obviously soaked with my precum. My dick pulsing out of control was sliding around in the boy goo. Although Phil was now unable to see my boy rod straight-on since he was sitting next to me, he sure could see the outline of my teen dick throbbing in the wet spew stain in my gym shorts. I made it look like I was looking at the fuck books, but I was more interested in what he was looking at. And his object was me. I'm sure he could feel my teen heat and smell my sex and sweat in the air. Fuck, my armpits were dripping as much as my fat tool. "Dude, these are some hot fuckin' pictures. I'm on the fuckin' bone big time!" I said tauntingly as I grabbed my boy-meat roughly at the base, the ridge of my teen cock head visible through the flimsy material of my gym shorts. As I kept lookin' at the mags I kept up my self-groping and rubbing. To give him more, I grabbed my teen nuts with one hand and used my fuck finger on my right hand to gently tease my throbbing, slippery dick head, still through my gym shorts. Phil, by now, had abandoned any pretense of lookin' at the fuck books, and just stared, mesmerized by my hot teen stuff. Time was up, time to do it. I turned to him while both hands were still abusing my body and hissed out with desperation "Fuck, I'm horny. I gotta fuckin' finish off, dude." I was nearly panting. Phil was practically drooling. He was totally into it. I lifted my butt off the couch a bit, and slowly pulled down my gym shorts. Phil never took his eyes off my hot fuckin' bod. I left the jock on, with my big teen dick sticking up straight out the right side of the pouch,sticky and shiny, and my fat, tightened teen balls hangin out the left. Fuck, it just smelled of my fuckin' sex all over the basement. My dick was now exposed to Phil's eyes, lurching and leaking it's goo, hard and tight. I grabbed at my nuts with one hand and pulled 'em down, so that my teen boner was forced down, too, with the meaty piss head gaping wide. I took my free hand and stroked the underside of my head with my middle fingertip, spreading the juice all over the fuckin' head. I was fuckin' seriously hard, man. I slowly peeled off the jock, the smell of my hormone crazed body drifting in the air, held it to my fuckin' face and took a whiff of the wildness of my teen smell before throwing it on the end table. It was full of my cum, sweat, and all sorts of neat stuff in there. Phil was breathing real fuckin' hard, his mouth hangin' open like he was on ludes. I was now totally fuckin' naked and sweaty, my fat dick hard as anything. I kneeled on the dirty old couch with my legs spread wide apart facing my nerd buddy, my pulsing, wet boner a few inches from his hand. I spread my ass cheeks apart from behind with my two hands, and made humping movements as though I were fuckin' someone. Every thrust of my teen pelvis caused my cock to flare up even more, the juiced-up meaty piss slit gaping and distended, pointing straight at my nerd pal. My dick was as fuckin' hard as could be. I reached underneath my swimmerboy butt and grabbed my smooth, tight hairless boy balls with my left hand, and lightly grazed my dickhead with my right. "Fuckin' big dick, ain't it,dude? I get so fuckin' horny, man. I get off so fuckin' wild when I rub it like this, dude- real gentle near my head like this" I'm showin' off to him big time. Fuck, I look as hot as any teen porn boy and I know it. I was now his live porn kid. I wasn't going to last much longer, though. I was groping my dick at the base, and pointing it down toward him. "Shit, I'm gettin' real close, man. Hand me my jock,dude" which he retrieved, layin' there still hot and wet with my leak juice. I could see he didn't want to let go of it, it was like a prize, all worn and smellin' like my fuckin' animal scent. When Phil reluctantly handed me the jock, I grabbed ahold of his shakin' hand with my free hand and guided his finger under my cock head."Yeah man, that's it, dude. Fuckin' help me a out a little. Just rub my fuckin' boner, dude.
Shit, man, yeah, just like that, man. Slide your fuckin' finger up and down the whole fuckin' big wet thing. Yeah, dude, that's it." By now I'm practically standing on the couch with my legs bent at the knees and spread wide open, Phil sliding his rough fingertips up and down my tight, sensitive shaft, while I'm holding and squeezing my shaft and balls at the base, pushing my fat teen cock down onto his strokin' fingertip. I took my warm, damp jock and rubbed t
he rough pouch over my balls, and with my middle finger began to tease the material over my steaming butt hole. I desparately wanted something inside me. I fuckin' had to have something up there. With my finger, I stuck a good inch and a half of the steamy jock pouch into my gaping, begging hole, the coarseness of the material inside my smooth membrane driving me wild with heat. In fact, I could feel myself starting to go over the edge. I rudely finger fucked myself with my jock up there in earnest, the friction of the coarse material causing my sensitive boy hole to feel like it was burnin' up. The heat from my ass hole, Phil's finger slidin' on my slippery wet boner, and me grabbing my balls and base of my dick sent me over. "Oh fuck, dude. I'm going to lose it man. oh, Holy fuck, ohhh.. here I .. ohh fuck.." I grabbed Phil's hand and put it around my spasming dick as I ripped the jock pouch out of my aroused, spasming hole and rubbed the pouch roughly under my dick head, I let out a whimper as I started to shoot a fuckin' massive load. He's strokin' my teen dick hard by now, mesmerized by my fuckin' huge dick lurching and spewing over and over onto my jock, my ass hole gaping wide open, every muscle tense and sweaty. After I finished, and I wiped off the rest of the hot spew off my boner with the jockstrap, I set the filthy fuckin' thing on the coffee table, all bunched up in a ball. I put on my gym shorts and lit a cigarette. "Fuck, dude, that was fuckin' radical. I never did that with another dude around before. Tellin' ya, dude, this reefer makes me too fuckin' horny". As I was driving home that night I realized that for the rest of the summer, I'd probably never have to buy reefer again, Phil would always 'happen' to have some, although I highly doubted I'd ever see my old jockstrap ever again.