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ARCHIVE: Rush Hour

I shouldn’t have gotten on the train at rush hour. but I was in a hurry to get home from the gym. There was barely room to stand, and I was pressed up against the people around me. A hot guy in tight gym shorts was standing with his back to me, reading something on his phone. I couldn’t help but check him out, which turned into me fantasizing about him and his body. Before I knew it, I was half-hard and getting harder. I was wearing a pair of old, worn-out sweats with no underwear beneath them, and the soft fleece lining only got me more excited. I tried desperately to will it away, but it was no use; I was at full mast in seconds, my cock throbbing hard in my tented-out sweats. I leaned back as far as I could, but whenever the train moved, my cockhead brushed against his ass ever so slightly. A bead of pre-cum was forming, staining the tip of my bulge a dark grey. I was sweating bullets now, hoping he wouldn’t notice. At the next station, the train came to a hard stop, and the guy stumbled backward into me. My cock was pressed hard into his ass, and my pants were stained anew with a massive drop of precum, some of which went right through the fabric and dripped onto his shorts. He looked over his shoulder quizzically, and upon seeing my throbbing, dripping bulge, he cracked a wicked grin. I was afraid he would report me, but he did something even worse: he leaned back again, deliberately grinding his ass against my cock. I bit back a moan as pleasure flooded through me. I couldn’t move away from him, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I hadn’t jerked off in days, and my cock was aching for release. Still, I didn’t want that release to happen in my sweatpants on a crowded train, so I tried to hold back, even as he slid against me, doing his best to make me lose my load. My stop was coming up next, and all I had to do was hold my cum back until then. This seemed simple, but I was worried- I was really horny, and really close. Just then, the guy pushed back against me and started grinding even harder, as if he sensed that I was about to get off (in more ways than one). That was it for me. I panted, face red, as I began to shoot several days’ worth of cum into my sweats, soaking them and turning them dark grey. I came so hard that my legs wobbled, but there was nowhere to even fall. The guy in front of me didn’t react at all, just kept playing on his phone until I was done. When my stop came, I had to get off the train with a stain on my pants that was too big to cover up with my hands, although I tried. It was a long, embarrassing walk back to my apartment…next time I get on the train, I wonder if he’ll be there again…

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ARCHIVE: Like Father...

One day, I walked into the living room and got a surprise. My son had expected me to be away longer, but I returned early to find him on the couch with his shorts slid down to his thighs and his hard cock gripped in his hand. His face was blissful, intent, focused in on the pleasure his cock was giving him. He let out a moan, his cockhead slick with precum. I wanted to turn around and leave before he noticed me there, but my involuntary “Oh” gave me away. “Oh, shit, dad!” he shouted, pulling up his shorts to cover himself. I was frozen, watching. The softness of the material of his shorts brought him over the edge. His cock twitched and jumped under the fabric, and he panted as he began to shoot his load. A white drop of cum oozed from the tip of his bulge, and then another and another. His load was huge, and it soaked right through, drenching the front of his shorts with hot cum. He kept stroking himself through the material, enslaved to the pleasure, even though I was watching. I felt embarrassed- I had just seen him in a private moment, one that fathers aren’t often privy to. He stood, legs shaky, cum leaking through the crotch of his shorts and running down his leg. His erection was still going strong, and the massive tent he was pitching now showing no signs of softening soon. If I thought I was embarrassed, well- my son’s face said it all. He was flushed red, and quickly covered his erection, smearing his hands with cum. He took a step back. “It’s okay.” I said, hands up. “Go clean up, we’ll talk later.” He turned tail and hurried upstairs to his room, but he knew that I wouldn’t be angry or shame him. In fact, I was kind of proud at how much jizz he’d pumped out. Still, it wouldn’t do for him to have such a quick trigger…maybe some training was in order…

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ARCHIVE: Check, Please

For the first time, I was selected for a random security check at the airport. The agent led me to the room, and I sat in a plastic chair just outside the curtained search area. He asked me a few questions, if I was carrying anything I shouldn’t be, and the like, and then asked if I consented to this strip search. “I’m going to have to take my clothes off?” I asked. “Just down to your underwear.” He said. “And it will be only us guys in there.” I pictured myself standing in front a group of guys in my white briefs, and my cock began to stiffen in my jeans. I tried to readjust it, but I hadn’t gotten my belt back yet, so it still bulged out rather clearly. I walked into the curtained area and was told to remove my shirt. The man walked around me, and then asked me to raise my arms up. I had been holding up the waistband of my jeans in order to hide my erection, so with some trepidation, I let go an lifted them. My jeans sagged down to right above my cock again, which had now reached full mast. Not just the normal ‘sitting in a boring lecture’ full mast, but the throbbing hard, dripping erection you get while jacking off to a particularly hot fantasy. The friction felt particularly good, and I felt a few drops of precum dampen my underwear. I was allowed to pull my jeans back up, but as I did so, my cock slipped out of the hole of my y-fronts, smearing precum on the inside of the denim. This felt incredible, and I held back a gasp. The men gave me a seat, and so I sat, my cock awkwardly tenting out my crotch. If they hadn’t noticed yet, they certainly couldn’t miss it now. I attempted to fix myself, shoving my cock down against my leg again so that it didn’t pitch such a tent. This worked, but it still wasn’t back in my underwear. I tried to adjust it, but it felt so good that I didn’t dare fiddle with it for too long; I didn’t need too much stimulation to bust a load, and this was plenty already. “Okay, stand up and remove your jeans, please.” The second man asked me. I stood, legs shaking, and unfastened my pants. I hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, and dropped them to the floor. My boner sprang up right away, completely exposed, precum oozing from the tip. The agent was unsure what to do, so I asked him if I could adjust myself. He consented. I clumsily stuffed my boner back into my briefs, which were already spotted massively with my precum. I then shucked my jeans off entirely, and they put them in the corner with my shirt. The men did a cursory examination and then were finished. Clearly the only weapon I was concealing was the one in my pants, primed and ready to go off. I could feel my cum building up in my shaft. Any second now, I was going to explode. “Is there a bathroom I can go to?” I managed to ask, stammering, trying to cover the obvious tent in my boxers with my hands, a strategy that only increased the imminence of my ejaculation as I rubbed myself. The fabric was soaked through with precum, and it was clear what I was going to do once I was excused. My cockhead was so sensitive now that I wasn’t even sure I would make it. Sure enough, I was right. No sooner did I ask that than a hot blast of cum soaked through the fabric, turning them translucent. Bent over, I grabbed my cock and stroked with wild abandon, not stopping until my briefs were full of cum. I had shot right through the fabric and onto the floor; my load had been massive.My boxers were a sticky mess, and my cock had only barely begun to soften. Still, the release had been blissful. However, as it dawned on me that another guy had just witnessed how little control I had over my cock, I started to get embarrassed. He gave me a towel and I wiped myself off, but I didn’t have any clean underwear in my carry-on, so I had to get on the plane with sticky, jizz-filled briefs. I hope I get picked for another random check soon…

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ARCHIVE: In Line

I decided to run out to the local convenience store late one night. I had already changed out of my work clothes into something more comfortable- an old pair of boxers. To go out, I knew I needed to put on a bit more than that, so I threw on a wife beater that I used to work out in and a pair of soft fleece sweatpants. My cock created a sizable bulge in the tight sweats, but I shrugged it off. I hopped on my bike, and right after I got out onto the path, my cock slipped out of the fly of my boxers. This wouldn’t have been a big deal normally, but I had skipped my morning jerk-off session because I was running late. Instead I had just stuffed my raging morning wood into my work pants, hoping it would go down (it did, but not until I was already out the door and almost to work). My cock was already pretty sensitive, but today it was even more so; as it rubbed against my thigh and the soft fleece every time I moved the pedals, it started to get hard. By the time I got to the store, I had boned up completely, my cock sticking out from my crotch at an obvious angle. Discretely, I tucked it into my waistband. The tight fabric outlined my heavy balls and thick shaft, and if you were looking you could see the blunt end of my fat cockhead under my wife beater, but I ended up walking in anyway. I grabbed what I wanted and got in line. Surprisingly, there were quite a few people lined up at this time of night. It looked like I would have to wait. My cock continued to throb, and I was starting to leak precum pretty heavily. Each heartbeat pushed more out, and it began to run down the shaft of my cock, pooling at the bottom of my boxers and coating my whole cock head, too. The part of my shirt that covered my cockhead was see-through now. I wanted to hurry up and get out, but the line barely moved. Every time it did, I had to take a step forward, and my cock would slide across my belly, coated with slick, gooey precum. I tried to clench my core and focus on something else, but my cock continued to throb hard in my sweats. My load kept building up more and more in my balls, heat enveloping the base of my hard, pulsating cock. It was almost like they were making too much cum- my cock ached, and I could feel my cum rising in my shaft. I looked down, and my hips tightened instinctively. I was so fucking close! I had to move up again, and that’s when it happened- my cock, sandwiched between my pre-cum drenched sweats and slick, pre-cum coated belly, slipped from where I had trapped it and pointed straight out, pitching a massive, dripping tent in my sweats that was impossible to hide. Having people see my boner always makes it worse. I had to take ANOTHER step forward, my dick poking straight out still, a new patch of precum forming at the tip of my bulge. I didn’t dare try to adjust myself- I was too afraid I would cum. The line next to me was forming, and every one of the people lined up was glancing- no, staring- at my tent, and not even bothering to pretend that they weren’t. Helplessly, I took another quick step forward to move up in line: left, right - fuck…! The head of my cock was pressed firmly against the fabric of my sweat, and the soft, slippery dragged right and then left right over the tip of my dick. Each slide sent a jolt of pleasure racing down my aching boner. My balls tensed, pulling up almost painfully at the base of my shaft. I hunched over, desperately trying to stem the source of the sensation, but it was no use- the very contact of my sweats on my swollen cock head was ramping up my arousal to an unbearable level. I couldn’t hold back any longer- the moment it was my turn at the register, my tortured, hair-trigger cock let loose one heavy spurt of thick, white cum after another, filling up my sweatpants with the massive load that I had been building up all day, soaking through the saturated fabric of my stained sweats. I grunted through one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever had, aware of everyone’s eyes on me. Once my orgasm had subsided, I hurriedly checked out, not even making eye contact with the clerk, who couldn’t seem to believe his own eyes. I ran out and hopped on my bike, my cock still at full stiffness, and pedaled home as fast as I could. Cum dripped down my legs and cock as I pedaled, making my sweats even stickier. I shut the door to my apartment, and immediately started to rub my aching boner through it, not stopping until I had added a second load of cum to the mess. I was never able to wear those sweats again without blowing my load in them, no matter where I went…

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ARCHIVE: The Repair Man

Right after I graduated, I got a job in my college’s facilities management department. Part of my duties involved doing room checks; going into students’ rooms and making sure they didn’t have anything that wasn’t allowed. One day, I went into a room to find a student still sleeping. This was not unusual in and of itself; I was required to wake them up if I found a violation, but otherwise we were allowed to continue our inspection. Immediately I saw a violation; he had taken the screen to the window out of the frame and placed it against the wall. I rolled my eyes and started to shake him awake.

 “Hey, I’m here for room inspection.” I said. 

He groaned. “The screen, right?” 

“Yeah. But hey, if you go fix it right now, I won’t write you up.” This wasn’t exactly our policy, but I tended to be more lenient, because I still remembered what it was like to have people come in your room and try to regulate how you lived your life. The guy stirred and sat up in bed, throwing off the covers. He was wearing only a pair of grey boxer briefs, and so I got a nice eyeful of his body. He was toned but not bulky, with a dark treasure trail and thick pit hair that I saw when he stretched. Even better, he had a serious case of morning wood. His cock was pointing straight up in his boxer briefs, and from the looks of it, he must have been having a good dream, because already there was a dark spot of precum at the tip of his bulge. He stood up and turned to face me, yawning. “So, I can just take care of it now?” he asked, unaware of the state his cock was in.

I couldn’t resist teasing him. “Um, yeah…” I said. “But, don’t you think you should take care of something else first?” He followed my gaze down to his cock, and once he saw that he was pitching a tent, he turned red and covered his crotch with his hands. 

“Oh, man, I’m so sorry, I…”

 I shook my head. “Hey, no problem, dude. I get morning wood too, you know.” He looked me up and down, almost as if he was picturing me waking up in the morning with a raging boner like the one he had. I actually was hard right then, too, but my thick work jeans hid it well, so I doubt he noticed. 

“Uh…thanks.” He said, still blushing. He sat back down on his bed and placed a pillow in his lap to hide his rager. 

“Once that goes down, you can fix the screen and I’ll be on my way.” I said. “That alright?” 

He looked down at his crotch. “Uh…it might take a while to go down.” He said. 

“Well, I can just give you the fine now if you want…” 

“No! Uh, nah, I can wait.” He added quickly. 

I smirked. “It must be hard to hide that monster.” I continued, wondering how much I could embarrass him. “It barely fits in those underwear.” 

The guy laughed a bit. “Yeah, when I’m wearing, like, sweatpants, it’s really obvious.” 

“You jerk off a lot?” 

“What?” he asked, looking indignant.

 “Hey, look, I’m not judging you. Guys get hard, they gotta take care of thing, we all do it.” 

The guy looked away from me, still pouting slightly. “Right, uh, yeah. Of course I jerk off.”

 I laughed. “Me too, dude. Every morning before I come to work, I make sure to bust a load to get rid of my morning wood.” 

The guy looked down at his crotch again. “Wow…just once a day? I do it more than that…” 

“No problem with that. As long as you can hold your cum.” 

The guy’s eyes shot open. “What do you mean?” he asked. 

“You know, there’s no problem with getting hard and jerking off, but it’s pretty pathetic to be a one-minute man.”

 “I don’t have a problem with that.” He stammered, huffy. However, I thought otherwise- college dudes his age usually had a bigger problem lasting than they would admit.

 “Oh, yeah? I don’t know about that. You were already leaking pre-cum when you woke up today. That’s a sign of a premature ejaculator right there.” When I said that, his hips bucked against the pillow in his lap. He grunted. “Bet that pillow feels nice and soft on your cock, huh?” I said. 

The guy looked at me, but didn’t meet my eyes. “Maybe” he said. He had started humping the pillow in slow, controlled strokes.

I smirked. “I bet you jerk yourself off every morning, too. Do you hump your mattress like you’re humping that pillow?” 

He began to move his hips a little faster, and let out another low grunt. “Ah, yeah, yeah I do.” He moaned. 

“You last long when you do that?” I asked. 

“Nah, man, I don’t even –unf- get it out of my –ahh- out of my underwear.” He answered between grunts. 

I shrugged. “Then there’s no helping it, huh? Hurry up and take care of your boner, dude. Hump that pillow until you cream in your boxers like a loser.” 

He panted hard, fucking the pillow with all his might. “I’m gunna…ah…nnnghh…” He grunted through his messy orgasm, his strokes getting slower and slower, until he collapsed back onto the bed. 

“Wow, you really do cream in no time.” I said. “Now fix the screen.” 

“Right now?” 

“That would be nice.” 

Reluctantly, he put the pillow aside and stood up. His boxer briefs were stained a dark grey, and his huge load had soaked through the fabric and was running down his leg. His massive cock still jutted out in front of him, as hard as it had been before. He fixed the screen quickly, dripping cum on the floor the whole time. He still hadn’t softened by the time he was done. I handed him a piece of paper. “What, you’re fining me?” he asked, incredulous. 

“No way, dude. This is my personal cell number, in case you need anything…taken care of sometime.” 

He nodded, and took it from me. I left the room; and just in time, too. That hot display had gotten me riled up beyond belief. My cock strained hard against the restraint of my jeans, begging for release. It got exactly what it wanted. When I started to walk down the hall, the rubbing of my tight jeans was too much, and my aching cock expelled its load before I could even undo my belt. I shot rope after rope of hot white cum into my briefs, and I felt it overflow and run down my thigh as I rubbed myself off to a blindingly good orgasm. I looked down at my wet, sticky jeans when I came to, and headed to my truck to change, hoping my phone would ring someday soon.

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ARCHIVE: A Good Match

I hadn’t had any time to jerk off recently- between work and exams, I never got back to my room until late at night, when my roommate was always there. However, today I finally had a free block of time in the middle of the day, and I was going to use it to give my constant hard-on some relief. It had been so long since I last came that I didn’t even need a visual aid- just the sound of the door closing behind my roommate as he went to class and knowing that I was about to jerk off was enough to get me rock hard. I waited for ten or so minutes to make sure he didn’t forget anything, my cock throbbing in my boxers the whole time. Once I was sure he was gone, I wrapped my fist around the tent I was pitching and rubbed the fabric slowly up and down over my cock. The soft fabric teased my sensitive head, and I immediately felt like I was on the edge of cumming. I took a few deep breaths to calm down, and started to stroke again, slower than before. I wanted this to last. I had just given my cock another good stroke or two through my boxers when my roommate walked in. He was looking down at his phone, and I had just enough time to grab a pillow and shove it on my lap to hide my raging boner. My cock throbbed hard against the soft fabric, and more precum soaked through my boxers. I was really close to the edge now, and I was so desperate to finish myself off that I had to actively resist the urge to just hump the pillow until I busted in my boxers in front of my roommate. “Can you believe my class got cancelled? It’s all the way across campus and Shapiro didn’t even send us an e-mail, I had to go and- oh, sorry, man, am I like interrupting?” “Nah, man, you’re cool.” I said in a strained voice. “I’m just gonna grab my chem book and go…you can wait that long, right?” Those words sent a twinge through my cock. “Yeah, of course, man.” I said nervously. He laughed. “Well, I don’t know. I only asked because I know it doesn’t take much.” I blushed. “Wh-what?” I thought I had kept my premature problem a secret from everyone. It appeared not. “Yeah, I mean come on, dude. I can hear you jerking when you think I’m asleep, and it takes you what? One minute?” My cock throbbed hard under the pillow, leaking more precum into my boxers. My cockhead began to slide in the wet patch this was making. My balls ached. “Oh, and that blonde girl you danced with at the frat mixer told me that you jizzed in your pants during the slow dance.” I remembered that night. She had been wearing a low-cut dress that got me hard instantly, and the moment she noticed and said, “wow, you’re hard already?” I lost my load in my slacks and had to change. “She told you?” “Yeah, man, she’s my sister’s friend. And I know that not all of your ‘wet dreams’ are really wet dreams, either.” I was stunned that my roommate knew this much. “So I have a deal.” He said. “I’m going to tell everyone else in the frat, and they’ll tease you about it forever. They’ll give you a nickname like ‘quick-shoot’ and call you that in public so everyone on campus knows you can’t hold your load. I’m sure they’ll also make sure that you’re always hard and on the verge of jizzing, no matter where you are. I mean, it doesn’t take much to tease a load out of you, and they’ll get a kick out of it. I’ll do all of this unless you do something for me.” “What?” I asked, desperate to avoid such a fatal blow to my reputation. “I’ll do anything.” He smirked. “Then don’t cum for the next week.” He said. “It’s that simple. If you can show me that you’re a real man and can actually hold your load, I won’t tell.” I blanched. I knew that would be impossible. “So stand up and get dressed. No jerking off right now.” My roommate continued. Reluctantly, I put the pillow aside and stood up. My boxers were absolutely drenched with pre-cum, and my throbbing boner tented them out shamelessly. “Put some pants on, bro.” he ordered, and so I grabbed a pair of loose sweatpants from the laundry basket. “Nah, man, not those.” He handed me a pair of tight jeans from my dresser drawer. “These.” I took them from him and then slid both legs in, pulling them up to just under my balls. My cock was still rock hard, the feeling of my boxers sliding over it driving me ever closer to the edge. I realized with horror that I wouldn’t even make it through the next ten minutes without cumming, let alone the next week. “Hurry.” He told me. I pulled my pants up all the way and began to try and zip them up. The moment my cock rubbed against the fabric, my cock throbbed ever harder. It began to twitch uncontrollably, and I felt my balls rise up. “Oh, fuck!” I let my jeans fall to the floor as I began to pump my load right into my pre-cum saturated boxers. The first jet of jizz shot right through and landed on my chest; the rest dribbled through and onto the floor as I pumped my cock into my fist with wild abandon. I panted and grunted as I rode my orgasm to the end, and then I looked up at my roommate, ashamed. However, to my shock, he wasn’t even looking at me! His eyes were closed, and he was hunched over slightly, his hand covering the obvious bulge of his sizable erection. “Ah, no, no…” he muttered, and then a wet stain began to spread over the crotch of his grey sweatpants. He was cumming in his pants, too! I watched as spurt after spurt of thick cream oozed out and dripped down the front of pants, with him moaning all the while. When he was finished, he looked up at me, his face red. “Guess it’s a draw this time.” He grunted. I smirked. “Yeah, this time.”

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ARCHIVE: A Hard Exam

The other day I had the most humiliating exam of my life. I hadn’t jerked off for a few days beforehand, but I didn’t think it would be a big deal, because I hadn’t popped a boner during a doctors appointment since high school. I was confident that I was fully in control of my cock, but clearly my cock is the one controlling me. The moment I had to strip down to my boxers, I started to tent them out. I tried desperately to breathe deeply and control myself, but I stiffened up to full mast in no time at all. When the doctor came in, I was sitting there awkwardly, my hands pressed into my lap to hide my arousal. I’m sure he knew what was going on, but he didn’t mention it - yet. He asked me to stand for an eye test, and I reluctantly complied. I hopped off the exam table hunched over with my hands clasped in my crotch, still vainly trying to hide my hard-on. “Stand up straight, please.” My doctor said. I sighed and did as he asked, moving my hands to my sides. My cock tented out my loose boxers at an obscene angle, pushing open the fly enough to reveal an inch or two of my shaft. Worse, all my running had gotten me even harder, and there was a shiny dollop of precum leaking through and dripping down my bulge. My doctor did the eye exam without saying anything about it, but when he got to the pelvic exam he voiced his concern. “Do you always have a problem with erections?” I was slightly stunned and extremely embarrassed. “What kind of problem? Like not getting it up?” “No, clearly you don’t have that kind of issue. I mean, do you feel as if you have a sensitivity problem?” I blushed. “Uh, maybe…” My doctor sat down at his desk and pulled a checklist out from a drawer. “I see. How many times a day do you achieve an erection? More than 20?” “Oh, yeah, probably.” I said. Even just the friction of my pants or a department store underwear catalog was enough to get me raging hard. “How many times do you ejaculate in a week?” I paused to count. “Maybe about 30.” “30?” My doctor asked, incredulous. “You ejaculate four times a day?” I avoided his gaze. “Yeah…I guess…” My erection showed no signs of subsiding. If anything, it had only gotten harder, and it throbbed with every beat of my heart. “Um, right, next is…have you ever had what you could consider a premature ejaculation, and if yes, how often.” “Pretty often.” I admitted. My doctor frowned. He stood up again and walked over to me. “I’m going to do a quick exam.” He said. “What kind of exam?” “I’m just going to check your penis for any physical deformity.” My cock lurched, and another drop of slick precum oozed out. “S-sure.” I stammered. He slipped on a nitrile glove and hooked his finger around the base of my penis like a ring. Then he squeezed a few times in succession. I grunted. “Does that hurt?” “It doesn’t quite hurt…” “Ah, I see…I’ll finish this up quickly then.” I was afraid to admit that I might finish before he did. He moved his hand progressively up my shaft, and I got closer and closer to orgasm each time. “Can you at least let me take my boxers off?” The material was getting really slippery and wet, which was only increasing my pleasure. “No need, I’m almost finished.” He gripped my cockhead in his hand and squeezed a few times. “Ah, hey, wait…fuck!” My cockhead was incredibly sensitive, and this attention sent me right over the edge of no return. I began to ejaculate heavily, right in front of my doctor. Thick white cum soaked through the front of my boxers as I shot jet after jet into them. My doctor had removed his hand and was watching in shock. I panted and grunted, unable to stop myself as I orgasmed hard, desperate for relief from my torturous erection. By the time I was done, my boxers were ruined and cum was dripping off them and onto the shiny tile floor. My doctor snapped out of his trance and handed me a single paper towel that did nothing to clean up the mess. “It seems like you’re considerably below average in sexual stamina.” He began after I had calmed myself down a bit and my erection had softened into a semi. “You meet all the diagnostic criteria for a severe premature ejaculator. In fact, you’re the worst case I’ve ever seen.” I was humiliated, thinking about how now “premature ejaculator” would be on my medical history forever for every doctor to snicker at. It was bad enough that my exes had told all of our friends. He recommended a numbing cream to try and train with so that I could learn to edge, and sent me on my way. Last night I tried to use the cream, but just trying to rub the cream onto my penis got me so overstimulated that I blew my load before I could even finish applying it all. Maybe I’m doomed to be a premature ejaculator for the rest of my life…

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ARCHIVE: Swim Team Speedos

My freshman year of college I joined my school’s swim team, but I wasn’t cut out for it. For one thing, I didn’t want to shave my body hair like the other guys, so my pubes always stuck out noticeably from the skimpy grey speedo I was given. Even worse, the speedo itself gave me a constant boner. I’m not sure if it was the feeling of the silky fabric or the way it exposed the outline of my bulge, but every time I put it on, it was a struggle to not bone up immediately- a struggle I lost time and time again. This made every practice an exercise in humiliation. I would stand in line with my teammates trying to cover my shame with my hands, but there were times where I had to swim or dive or stand up straight, and there was nothing that could hide my full-mast erection then. I would try and tuck my boner to the side, but it still pushed out the fabric of my speedo considerably, creating a visible tent and exposing even more of my pubes than normal. One day, the coach called me into his office right after practice. I hadn’t even changed yet: I was shirtless, and I only had time to throw a pair of loose basketball shorts over my speedo. I sat down in the chair in front of his desk, waiting for his to speak. “This is a hard conversation to have,” he began, “but I don’t think you’re a good fit for the team.” I was surprised. “Why not, coach? My times aren’t the best but I’m in the middle of the pack still.” He shook his head. “It’s not that exactly…” he trailed off. “Look, I know this is awkward…but I can’t have a guy on the team who can’t keep his dick soft. I wanted to give you a week or two so you could get it under control, but it doesn’t look like you have.” Immediately my cock began to throb to attention, straining against the tight fabric. “I can’t have you representing the team at meets like this.” My coach went on. I blushed. “I promise I can control myself if you let me stay on the team.” The coach paused to consider. “Fine. Turn in your speedo anyway, though. We’re washing everyone’s this week.” My cock throbbed again, and I faltered. “Uh, I can wash it at home, coach.” “No, we wash them here, we have a special detergent.” “I’m still wearing it though…” My coach shrugged. “Okay, then you’re dismissed. Go change and bring it back.” My cock was rock hard still, and when I stood I tried to cover it with my hand, but my basketball shorts betrayed my arousal. “See, this is what I mean.” My coach said. “I can’t believe you got hard just now.” I looked away in embarrassment. “S-sorry coach…” “Save it. I changed my mind again…just hand the speedo over now.” I nodded, defeated. I turned to leave, but he stopped me. “Just change here.” “But…” “I see your boner every day at practice anyway, nothing to be shy about.” I nodded and slowly pulled down my gym shorts. The silky fabric of my shorts rubbing against my speedo was amazing, and I felt my balls draw up. I needed release, and soon. I would be lucky if I made it back to the locker room before busting a thick nut in my hands. “Jesus, don’t stain them!” My coach said. I looked down to see that my speedos were soaked in precum, and I covered up again, my hands rubbing against my speedos and bringing me even closer to the edge. “S-sorry…” “Do you leak like this all the time?” “Yeah…” “Don’t tell me…have you jerked off in these before?” “No! I…well, I didn’t mean to…” “So you came in your speedos without even trying? This is why you can’t be on the team, kid. Imagine being at a meet and cumming in front of the whole competition right in your speedos.” I did imagine it: the stares and jeers I would get from both teams, the feeling of filling my speedos with hot cum…it sent me past the point of no return. My cock strained against my speedos as I started to lose my load. “Ugh…no…I’m gonna….nnnh! Ah!” My trapped cock began to shoot off, jet after jet of white jizz seeping through the fabric and running down my leg as I stroked myself furiously. It was humiliating to cum in front of my coach like this, but my cock controlled me; I couldn’t help it. When I was done, my speedos were a ruined mess, dripping with cum. My coach didn’t hide his disgust. “Take those off and get out of here. You can put them in the laundry bag in the corner.” I complied, and pulled my basketball shorts back on, my semi still obvious under the now-damp material. “You’ve got to learn to control your cock there, kid. You’ll never be a college stud if you keep creaming your pants all the time.” Coach said as I left. The following week, I felt lost without a sport to play on. I started to look around and found a flyer for the wrestling team. That’s perfect, I thought, and my cock began to stiffen in agreement…I’m sure I can control myself better though…maybe.

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[bigolkidd-blog]

After a four year tour in the military, I finally returned home. I kept in touch with my parents and two younger brothers as much as possible, but it was nothing like being with them in person.

What really surprised me was how much my brothers had grown! The youngest one, Andrew, was now 16 and Joey was 19 and both of them had become really good-looking kids. We had all been close before I left but Joey and I were especially close since he was 15 and going through that raging hormone stage and I, at 18, totally understood what he was going through and tried to help.

The first few weeks home were an adjustment for everyone, but eventually we all settled into a routine. I got a job at a local gym and on the nights I closed my brothers would come in and work out with me after I locked up. It was fun and a great way for us to re-establish our bond again and, to be honest, for me to really check out how much my brothers had grown. Andrew had gone from a scrawny kid to a toned, young athlete but Joey had turned into a muscular, gorgeous hottie! We always worked out shirtless and I couldn’t help noticing Joey’s pecs, arms and abs when he asked me to spot him on the weight bench. I never let them shower at the gym because I didn’t want to take any chances of the morning guy finding evidence that I was letting my brothers in at night, but I always wondered what Joey was carrying between his legs. Of course, it was only because of “big brother curiosity”, nothing else. I mean, I knew I was gay but that’s one thing I never shared with them and anyway, Joey was my brother!

It was my parents anniversary and they went away for the weekend. It was Saturday and I had to close the gym but Andrew had a date and Joey “had stuff to do” so I worked out alone for a bit and then headed home. It was hot so I didn’t bother putting my shirt back on. I opened the door to the house and sitting on the couch, shirt off and legs spread wide, was my brother Joey. His torso was covered in a light sheen of sweat, like he had just done some push-ups, and his jeans were open and showing off an obscene bulge. He was staring at me with a sexy ass grin. I could feel myself getting hard inside my sweats.

“Hey, Joey, I thought you had stuff to do?” I asked, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice. I tossed my gym bag on the floor and kicked off my sneakers.

“Finished early,” he said. His hand started to rub his chest, something he does when he’s got his shirt off I’ve noticed, but now it seems more like he’s putting on a show. “Did you miss us at the gym, bro?”

“Um, yeah, I did. I’ve gotten used to havin’ you little shits around,” I smiled. Joey laughed and I watched the muscles in his stomach move as I got even harder. I plopped down on the chair opposite him and adjusted myself.

“Little??” Joey smirked. “I thought you couldn’t believe how big I’d gotten?” His hand slid from his chest, down his abs and under the waistband of his boxer briefs. His eyes were locked on mine as he asked me in a throaty, seductive voice: “ You wanna see how big your little brother really is, Mikey?”

This was it. I could keep lying to my brother, my best friend, or I could come clean and tell him I’m gay. But he’s still my brother!!

“C'mon, bro, I’ve seen how you look at me since you’ve been back.” My brother stands and walks towards me, his jeans sliding down his powerful calves until he kicks them off completely. Standing in front of me in only his boxerbriefs, his huge bulge right in my face, Joey is pushing all my buttons. But…but…

“I know you want me, bro, know you want this body…” My kid brother runs his strong hands up and down his torso, once again putting on a show for his big brother. Finally, he shoves one hand into his briefs and it’s obvious he’s grabbing his cock, which in all this time I still haven’t seen. Then he leans down and nuzzles my neck, whispering in my ear. “Just like I’ve always wanted my big brother’s body…”

I suddenly realize that Joey wanted me probably before I even left! But we’re brothers…and I’m older so I shouldn’t encourage him…but we’re both adults…and nobody’s home…oh hell…

I tilt my head up and our lips meet just as my hands grip my kid brother’s briefs and yank them down and off his legs. I can feel him smile as we kiss and then lean into me, his long, hard member pushing against my stomach. I want to see it, to worship it, but first I want to make out with my brother some more. I’ve wanted this for so long and we have all night…

“

[prematurecuck]

My excitement and my transformation to a premature ejaculator

My first time having sex was about 4 years ago now, and i have to say, back then i was great at fucking. I’d be able to last a hell of a long time during sex. My first sexual partner was my high school sweetheart, i was with her for 2 years and over the course of that two years we experimented a lot, we both liked it rough so that was our main go to initially. We’d often tie each other to the bed and do whatever we’d want to each other. This is what turned me to the idea of femdom, when i was.tied to the bed and helpless this is when i was most turned on. I loved being sucked off while she would play with my arsehole and eventually she moved to actually buying a strap on and fucking me.to make me cum. She’d laugh at me and call me her little bitch. This turned me on even more. I loved being humiliated by her and she could tell.

Seeing how we both liked it rough, her especially i would choke her during sex and make sure she knew she was being fucked. But this is where the problems began, i had grown accustomed to this style of sex and whenever we’d have passionate intercourse i would ejaculate almost instantly every time. I hated the idea of letting her down and not getting her there but she told me it was fine, that she was turned on by it in fact, and it turned me on too knowing that i hadn’t got her there and that i was worthless in the bedroom now.

Since we split 2 years ago, i have had a few sexual partners, one in particular who i had fucked about 6 or 7 times. I had prematurely ejaculated on about 5 of the occasions. And I’m not talking about a matter of minutes I’m talking about seconds only seconds into vaginal sex would i blow my nut, it is impossible to last. And I love it. I dont know what came over me, i cant seem to last in bed anymore and that turns me on. The only time I can last and fuck like i used to is when im drunk. But I can’t last, the warm feeling of pussy around my cock makes me explode with excitement. The humiliation afterwards and my immediate ‘Sorry’s’. When women laugh at how pathetic i am in bed excites me. I’m stuck this way, i want to be punished for it because I know how pathetic i am.

[i-came-in-my-pants]

College memories

When I was in college I went out with a great girl who was sometimes a little on the kinky side, and who never ceased to amaze and surprise me. On one occasion we were taking a flight somewhere, and it was one of those flights where they dim the lights for a couple of hours so that everyone can get some sleep. I was wearing a pair of cotton trousers, and I had the bright red airline blanket over me. The two of us were sitting in a pair or seats alone, as the plane was a 2-4-2 arrangement. I was just beginning to doze off when I felt her hand underneath the blanket rubbing across the front of my trousers. It gave me quite a start! She shushed me, and began to rub a little more purposefully, stroking and squeezing me through the thin cotton of the trousers and the cotton briefs that I had on underneath. All the attention soon had me swelling up under the cotton. ‘Thinking about joining the mile high club?’ I joked. It was something that we had talked about previously, although I don’t ether of us were serious. ‘Not quite,’ she replied, not pausing in her stroking. She quickly had me rock hard, something which she excelled at, but she didn’t stop there. Over the next half hour or so she continued to stroke, squeeze and rub my cock through the material of my trousers, but she wouldn’t let me touch her, and she didn’t put her hand down my trousers at all. She was really getting me quite worked up, and so I was all for making a trip with her to the bathroom, but she said no – the flight attendants would see. ‘Anyway,’ she said. ‘I’ve got a better idea.’ She started to edge me, something else which she was really good at. Over and over again she brought me to the brink, pausing only to let me calm down or when someone walked past. Everything was still hidden under the blanket. Finally I said to her that she should stop, or there might be an accident. Her answer was just a big wide grin. ‘That’s the plan,’ she said. Her hand closed around the bulge of my cock again, and she stroked me harder, taking me back to the edge once more. ‘Sweetie, no, you mustn’t. You’ll make me cum if you…’ She cut me off. ‘That’s exactly what I intend to do. Remember last week when we had a quickie at my mum’s house and I had to sit through dinner with my knickers full of your cum after you came in me? Well, it’s payback.’ And it was. I could feel my orgasm approaching and try as I might I couldn’t hold it back. Her firm grip around my cotton-clad cock never wavered, and the look of determination in her eye was very familiar. There would be no stopping her. I held my breath and bit my lip as my orgasm broke, and I felt spurt after spurt of my cum jet into my briefs. All her edging had made for a prodigious load, and my briefs were soaked though almost instantly, but she didn’t stop until my orgasm had passed and every last drop had been teased from my body. As I came back down from my orgasm I could feel my load beginning to spread, and desperate to get myself cleaned up, I made to unfasten the seat belt, but she stopped me. ‘Oh no lover,’ she said. ‘You stay right where you are!’ There were three or four hours of the flight to go, and I spent those hours with my trousers soaked through. When we arrived at our destination, there was a huge wet patch covering pretty much the whole of the front of the trousers, my briefs were simply soaked through, and it was even spreading up my t-shirt. I wonder if any of the other passengers wondered why the young man in row 57 put on his knee length waterproof coat to leave the plane and go through customs and immigration in a country where the temperature was well into the 90s! If only they knew it was to hide my cum-soaked trousers from their gaze.

[i-came-in-my-pants]

In class

When I was about 14 or so I was about as horny as it was possible for a human to get. I had been introduced to masturbation when I was about 10 or 11 by a friend, and had done it at least twice a day ever since. I had also discovered the art of edging, not that I knew it was called that way back in the days before the internet. I just knew that it felt even better if I masturbated almost the point of no return, and then stopped and let myself calm down before starting again.

So there I was in English class one fine morning day, bored to tears by the book we were reading (Thomas Hardy, if I recall correctly), and all of a sudden I got an erection for absolutely no apparent reason. Anyone who was ever a teenage boy will recall the embarrassment of suddenly popping wood for no reason!

The kid I shared the desk with was absent that day, and so I though it would be fun to gently play with myself through my school uniform trousers whilst harbouring lewd thoughts about the girl who sat in front of me, whose bra straps I could see through her shirt.

I leaned forward a bit to look as if I was concentrating hard, and put my hand in my lap. I could feel my erection through my trousers. Very gently, I began to squeeze my cock through the material, all the time looking to see if anyone was paying attention. The coast was clear, no one had noticed, and so I began to rhythmically squeeze myself between thumb and middle finger, all the time pretending to be concentrating on the dull prose.

All was going well. I had come to the edge 4 or 5 times and was going for another, but I screwed up. Instead of the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm approaching and then receding as I stopped my stimulation of my cock through my clothes, to my horror it kept welling up within me even when I stopped playing with myself. I guess it was the additional stimulation of my clothes constricting my cock, something I hadn’t allowed for. I tried to arch my back to give my cock space to cool down, but it was no use. I remember to this day the horror of the realisation that I was about to cum in my pants, and that there was nothing I could do to stop it. I felt my orgasm well up as my balls tightened, and then felt half a dozen spurts as I came, struggling to remain outwardly calm and completely silent. Now usually at that age I wouldn’t have produced very much cum, but on this occasion I hadn’t masturbated in the morning as I usually did, and of course I had edged several times during this session, so there was a load of it, and it was quite thin because of the edging.

I just sat there. There was nothing I could do as it was still 15 minutes to the end of the lesson and I could feel my hot cum soaking into my underpants, cooling as it went.

After a minute or so, and having checked to see if anyone had noticed my twitching as I came, I hazarded a peek down at my lap. To my even greater horror, my cum had soaked not only my underwear, but also the front of my light grey trousers, leaving a dark patch a good five inches across.

That was third period in the morning, and for the rest of the day I had to walk around with my bag in front of me, hiding my shame at having cum in my pants in class.

[cum-filled-boxers]

The Massage Chair

The other day I went to my local mall, hoping to escape from the brutal summer heat. Just walking through the parking lot was enough to work up a sweat; by the time I got inside, the front of my light cotton T-shirt was wet enough that my dark chest hair showed through the fabric. I was hoping to buy a new set of gym clothes, but I didn’t want to look like I had come straight from a workout, so I decided to sit on a bench and let my shirt dry a bit first. As I walked over to the food court, a row of massage chairs caught my eye. My muscles were pretty sore that day, and I thought it would help me relax. Little did I know that I would end up humiliating myself in front of a bunch of strangers not 15 minutes later. The chair was $3 for 15 minutes, which seemed worth a shot, so I sat down in the middle chair and fed my three dollars bills in. I sat back in the sleek leather seat and positioned my arms and legs in the slots allotted for them. The armrests were set rather wide, and I found I had to arch my back and spread my arms a bit to reach them, which pulled the sleeves of my shirt tight to my body, exposing my crop of dark pit hair. When the machine whirred to life and the massage started, I was surprised to find out that the chair had several pockets that filled with air and tightened around me. I found it pretty much impossible to move my ankles, and it had tightened around my wrists as well. However, that wasn’t the only problem. I had read online somewhere that abstaining from jerking off made your workouts better, so I was on day three of absolutely zero release, which was pretty much a new record for me. The vibrations running through the chair began to get me hard almost instantly. That day I was wearing an old pair of boxers under a pair of grey sweatpants, so there wasn’t much resistance down there, and I watched in horror as my growing semi started to make a visible bulge. I shifted a bit in the chair, trying to get into a less compromising position, but then my situation got even worse; all my shifting caused my semi to flop out of the front of my boxers and rub directly against the soft lining of my sweats. Meanwhile, the massage chair was rubbing my thighs, my back, my aching biceps, my whole body so perfectly. I should have been in heaven, but I was in hell. Freed from its cotton prison, my cock stiffened to a full erection that tented my sweats out prominently. Nervous sweat dripped from my forehead, down my back, and from my hairy pits. Already there was a drop of precum forming on the tip of the tent I was pitching- and boy was I pitching one. My cock stuck straight up in my sweats, and I couldn’t move my hands to re-position it. I checked the timer- there was still more than ten minutes left! I couldn’t believe that I had boned up so fast. I felt pathetic. Even worse was the crowd that began to gather. The mall was never crowded on weekday afternoons, and today was no exception. However, the row of massage chairs was right in front of a large sporting goods store at the end of the mall complex, so there were a few guys milling about the area. My massive tent seemed to have caught the attention of a few of them, and they looked like they were calling their friends over, too. My cock was visibly throbbing now, a river of precum sliding down the outside. My heavy balls ached. I had to get out before I got even more excited. I squirmed some more in the chair, trying to at least slip my arms out. My t-shirt rode up as I tried to slide down, exposing my thick treasure trail. Worse, all my movement was just making my cock rub against my sweats more, a feeling that was too good to ignore. I still had a little over five minutes left on the timer. A big group of guys were watching now, and I saw more than a few cell phone cameras pointed my way. My face was bright red, but I had nowhere to hide. The timer reached five minutes left, and the back of the chair reclined suddenly- not a lot, but enough to thrust my hips further forward, my cock now straining at the material of my sweats. I felt another jet of precum soak my sweats and I knew I wasn’t going to make it. I was going to cum in my sweats right here in the mall, in front of a bunch of guys my age, because I didn’t have the stamina to hold my load after only three measly days of not jerking off. My hips bucked a few times, my cock twitching like crazy as my load rose in my shaft. I began to thrash around, hoping to spare myself some humiliation, but it was not to be. The soft fabric of my sweatpants was massaging my cockhead more and more each sweaty, precum-drenched second, and I couldn’t take it any longer. With a low groan, my hips bucked hard and I lost all control. I threw my head back as a hard orgasm washed over me, and my cock began to fill my sweatpants with a thick, overdue load. I watched helplessly as spurt after spurt of creamy white jizz seeped through the fabric, staining the crotch of my sweatpants a dark grey. I couldn’t help but let a moan or two loose- the feeling of blowing a load while getting a full body massage was incredible. The crowd was going wild, and one guy was laughing so hard that I thought he might pass out. My orgasm over, I flopped back in my seat, my energy fully spent, and I waited for the timer to run out. My shirt was soaked in sweat, and my sweats were soaked in jizz. My boner showed no signs of deflating, and was still going strong at full mast when the chair finally released me a minute later. I wasted no time in getting out of there, tucking my boner up in my waistband and heading downstairs. I drew quite a few eyes on the way out- I was red-faced humiliated, and the bulge of my persistent erection was only barely concealed. The moment I was out the door, I whipped my sweaty shirt off and tucked into my waistband in order to hide the sticky, telltale stain. It felt good to air out my pits in the summer sun, and when I got back to my car, I stripped my sweats off and gave my boner the same treatment. I drove home in my boxers, my cock eventually softening up during the drive. It only took me a half hour to get home, but my the time I got back and rinsed myself off under the backyard hose, the video of me shooting a load in my sweatpants was already making the rounds online, and had a couple thousand views. The comments were pouring in, mocking my predicament and my critical lack of stamina. As I read through them, my cock began to once again stiffen to full mast…

[cum-filled-boxers]

The Massage Chair

The other day I went to my local mall, hoping to escape from the brutal summer heat. Just walking through the parking lot was enough to work up a sweat; by the time I got inside, the front of my light cotton T-shirt was wet enough that my dark chest hair showed through the fabric. I was hoping to buy a new set of gym clothes, but I didn’t want to look like I had come straight from a workout, so I decided to sit on a bench and let my shirt dry a bit first. As I walked over to the food court, a row of massage chairs caught my eye. My muscles were pretty sore that day, and I thought it would help me relax. Little did I know that I would end up humiliating myself in front of a bunch of strangers not 15 minutes later. The chair was $3 for 15 minutes, which seemed worth a shot, so I sat down in the middle chair and fed my three dollars bills in. I sat back in the sleek leather seat and positioned my arms and legs in the slots allotted for them. The armrests were set rather wide, and I found I had to arch my back and spread my arms a bit to reach them, which pulled the sleeves of my shirt tight to my body, exposing my crop of dark pit hair. When the machine whirred to life and the massage started, I was surprised to find out that the chair had several pockets that filled with air and tightened around me. I found it pretty much impossible to move my ankles, and it had tightened around my wrists as well. However, that wasn’t the only problem. I had read online somewhere that abstaining from jerking off made your workouts better, so I was on day three of absolutely zero release, which was pretty much a new record for me. The vibrations running through the chair began to get me hard almost instantly. That day I was wearing an old pair of boxers under a pair of grey sweatpants, so there wasn’t much resistance down there, and I watched in horror as my growing semi started to make a visible bulge. I shifted a bit in the chair, trying to get into a less compromising position, but then my situation got even worse; all my shifting caused my semi to flop out of the front of my boxers and rub directly against the soft lining of my sweats. Meanwhile, the massage chair was rubbing my thighs, my back, my aching biceps, my whole body so perfectly. I should have been in heaven, but I was in hell. Freed from its cotton prison, my cock stiffened to a full erection that tented my sweats out prominently. Nervous sweat dripped from my forehead, down my back, and from my hairy pits. Already there was a drop of precum forming on the tip of the tent I was pitching- and boy was I pitching one. My cock stuck straight up in my sweats, and I couldn’t move my hands to re-position it. I checked the timer- there was still more than ten minutes left! I couldn’t believe that I had boned up so fast. I felt pathetic. Even worse was the crowd that began to gather. The mall was never crowded on weekday afternoons, and today was no exception. However, the row of massage chairs was right in front of a large sporting goods store at the end of the mall complex, so there were a few guys milling about the area. My massive tent seemed to have caught the attention of a few of them, and they looked like they were calling their friends over, too. My cock was visibly throbbing now, a river of precum sliding down the outside. My heavy balls ached. I had to get out before I got even more excited. I squirmed some more in the chair, trying to at least slip my arms out. My t-shirt rode up as I tried to slide down, exposing my thick treasure trail. Worse, all my movement was just making my cock rub against my sweats more, a feeling that was too good to ignore. I still had a little over five minutes left on the timer. A big group of guys were watching now, and I saw more than a few cell phone cameras pointed my way. My face was bright red, but I had nowhere to hide. The timer reached five minutes left, and the back of the chair reclined suddenly- not a lot, but enough to thrust my hips further forward, my cock now straining at the material of my sweats. I felt another jet of precum soak my sweats and I knew I wasn’t going to make it. I was going to cum in my sweats right here in the mall, in front of a bunch of guys my age, because I didn’t have the stamina to hold my load after only three measly days of not jerking off. My hips bucked a few times, my cock twitching like crazy as my load rose in my shaft. I began to thrash around, hoping to spare myself some humiliation, but it was not to be. The soft fabric of my sweatpants was massaging my cockhead more and more each sweaty, precum-drenched second, and I couldn’t take it any longer. With a low groan, my hips bucked hard and I lost all control. I threw my head back as a hard orgasm washed over me, and my cock began to fill my sweatpants with a thick, overdue load. I watched helplessly as spurt after spurt of creamy white jizz seeped through the fabric, staining the crotch of my sweatpants a dark grey. I couldn’t help but let a moan or two loose- the feeling of blowing a load while getting a full body massage was incredible. The crowd was going wild, and one guy was laughing so hard that I thought he might pass out. My orgasm over, I flopped back in my seat, my energy fully spent, and I waited for the timer to run out. My shirt was soaked in sweat, and my sweats were soaked in jizz. My boner showed no signs of deflating, and was still going strong at full mast when the chair finally released me a minute later. I wasted no time in getting out of there, tucking my boner up in my waistband and heading downstairs. I drew quite a few eyes on the way out- I was red-faced humiliated, and the bulge of my persistent erection was only barely concealed. The moment I was out the door, I whipped my sweaty shirt off and tucked into my waistband in order to hide the sticky, telltale stain. It felt good to air out my pits in the summer sun, and when I got back to my car, I stripped my sweats off and gave my boner the same treatment. I drove home in my boxers, my cock eventually softening up during the drive. It only took me a half hour to get home, but my the time I got back and rinsed myself off under the backyard hose, the video of me shooting a load in my sweatpants was already making the rounds online, and had a couple thousand views. The comments were pouring in, mocking my predicament and my critical lack of stamina. As I read through them, my cock began to once again stiffen to full mast…

[smutbyben]

I got asked about this story and I tried to find it again in my archive, but since tumblr is a fucking asshole and I can’t even access my own archives these days (seriously, what the fuck is that…?) I have to resort to just reposting the whole fucking thing. 

Thanks, tumblr, and also: fuck you.

Colin sold Davey the couch for 3$ and a half-empty case of Miller High Life. He was so glad to be rid of it; Davey, suspicious, asked what was wrong with the couch. There didn’t seem to be anything specific. Sure, it was a little beat up, but Davey couldn’t imagine that Colin—his thriftiest friend, the guy who wouldn’t spend more than $30 gambling in Vegas—would give up a perfectly good couch because the cushions were a little scratched up.

Colin shook his head, said, “look, D. You’d be doing me a favor getting this thing out of my place. I can’t spend another fucking day with it. Seriously…”

Davey tried to get Colin to explain further, but he refused to talk about the couch anymore except to say that: no, it wasn’t bed bug infested; no, it wasn’t sagging in the middle; and no, he definitely would not come to his senses in a few days and want it back.

So Davey borrowed his uncle’s truck and picked up the couch.

Honestly, it looked great in his place. It matched his rug and fit snuggly in the living room of his little apartment. However, the big thing was a bitch to move into a third-story walkup and the whole ordeal ended with Davey sweating profusely and crashing on the old couch. He flicked on the TV.

He made it through a couple minutes of some show about buying little houses before he started nodding off. He kicked off his shoes and spread out on the couch a little. He didn’t have work until much later, so he figured he had time for a short nap.

He fell asleep right away and woke up a bit later with his head feeling muddled and hazy. He looked down at his bare chest. He must have taken his shirt off while half-asleep, but it wasn’t just his shirt: he’d also kicked his shorts down his leg and lost a sock.

He rolled over and tried to get up, but instead, he let out a huge yawn.

“Fuck,” he groaned. He was more tired than he thought. Instead of getting off of the couch, he rolled over and caught a few more zzz’s.

The next time he woke up it was significantly later. He could see out of the living room window facing the street that the streetlights had come on. He had to get moving if he was going to make it to work on time, but he still didn’t exactly feel like getting up. In fact, he was feeling something else.

He didn’t intentionally start trailing his hand down his chest and through over his nearly hard cock, but he didn’t mind it either. He figured he must be half asleep still and the restaurant where he worked a couple nights a week wasn’t far away. He could take care of himself real quick and still get to work on time.

Davey was a little surprised when his hand started cupping his balls and exploring the tender skin between his cock and ass. He didn’t play with his butt much, but here he was stroking his way toward it. It kind of made sense, he guessed, he’d been pretty horny recently and hadn’t had much time to take care of himself. Guys definitely got more adventurous when they were pent up. That was definitely a thing.

He raised a leg to get better access and once he had, his middle finger began circling his still sweaty hole. His head felt light and warm and far away from whatever his body wanted. He tried to shift on the couch but just ended up yawning again. He yawned so hard that his body shook and before he could try to stand again, his entire middle finger rammed its way into his tight hole.

“Oh.”

It was all he could say as his finger—seemingly possessed now—fucked in and out of his sweat-slick asshole. Davey looked over at the clock and saw that it was 6:30—the time he was supposed to be starting work. If he got up now, right now, he could get dressed and run to work and explain himself. But he didn’t get up; he pushed three fingers into his hole, stretching it further than it had ever been stretched. He expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. Davey’s ass just felt well used.

His hand slid out from between his firm cheeks and came up to his face. His mouth opened, and his tongue flicked out across each finger, cleaning it and coating it in his spit. The musky taste of his own ass lingered, reminding him of his horny, out of character behavior as his fingers stuffed themselves back inside his backside.

Davey didn’t start to jerk his cock until three a.m. He’d already missed a half-dozen phone call from work. They would be closed by now. He could have worked a full shift, come home, showered and ate dinner, but instead, he’d been laying on his back, finger fucking himself and teasing his prostate while his cock—swollen and neglected for too long—dribbled all over his stomach.

His hand used long, slow strokes to keep his dick hard and leaking while his fingers made sure his hole remained yielding. Every once in a while, Davey would fall asleep, only to wake up to a particularly rough thrust deep into his ass that would send a jolt of pleasure through his body and cause his dick to spit another gob of precum.

The sun was coming up when Davey started shaking. He almost didn’t recognize the feeling, he’d been so preoccupied and overstimulated. He only realized he was cumming when he looked down and saw his dick, seizing and shooting its payload in fat, long spurts. His orgasm painted his stomach and chest, arched up and splashed his face and further up into his hair. His hole fluttered futility against his fingers, unable to eject them.

Davey laid there, exhausted and cum covered. He stood and got himself cleaned up, or at least he wanted to, but a wave of pleasurable lethargy washed over him, and his spent cock twitched and released another thread of milky cum.

I’ll just squeeze the cum out, he thought, but his other hand was already cupping his balls, and his hole twitched hard.

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As he struggled against the other wrestler, he had to push with all his might and clench his abs, legs and ass, furiously trying to avoid getting pinned to the mat. An unfortunate consequence was that this straining making his cock steel-hard. He realized that in this position everybody could see. He couldn’t stop trying to push himself free, though, he had to win! He felt his prick lurch. His embarrassment about his obviously swollen pulsing erection, combined with the rubbing of the soft fabric of his singlet was about to be too much…