YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/innocent.txt

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INNOCENT

Phil and Mike were best buddies in school.  One day, on the way
home from school, Phil told Mike that he had found some girlie
magazines belonging to his older brother, Jim.  Mike was eager to
see them, so they both went over to Phil's house.

"Wait 'til you see these," Phil said as they sat in his bedroom,
passing a joint.  "I caught Jim jacking off the other day while
he was looking at them."

"No shit?" Mike said, astonished.  He was trying to imagine
Phil's cool older brother pulling his pud.

"Yeah!  Fuck, he really did it, too.  I've never seen a guy shoot
that much cream!"

"Wow," Mike breathed.  His cock was already stirring as Phil went
and got the magazines.

"Here they are!" Phil announced as he dropped them on the bed.
There was quite a selection - Club, Penthouse, Hustler and sever
al others.  Each boy grabbed one and opened it to the centerfold.

"Holy shit!  Look at those tits!" Phil said.

"Ohhh, what a babe," Mike groaned.  "I'd sure like to get her in
this room." Phil was intent on his magazine.  "God, I'm getting a
hard-on," Mike admitted sheepishly.

"Fuck, I got hard as soon as we started looking at them. Check
this out," Phil indicated the straining lump of his boner.

"Ha!" Mike laughed, as he leaned over, trying to conceal his
straining lump.


"C'mon, let's see what you've got," Phil cajoled.  "Let's see who
has the biggest bulge. I'll stand up if you will."

"Nooo, I don't think so."  Mike was clearly embarrassed by the
tent his swollen dick made in his jeans.

"Chicken!" Phil teased, as he dropped the "roach" into the ash
tray.  Both boys were starting to feel the effects of the grass.
As his attention returned to the magazine, Phil began
manipulating the bulge in his jeans.

Mike watched Phil's hand rubbing over his cock-bulge with some
embarrassment. His own cock was arching painfully against his
pants, so he reached down and tried to be nonchalant about rear
ranging his hard-on.  The feeling of his hand's warmth against
his covered prick was amplified by the effects of the weed.
Almost hypnotically, he began mimicking Phil's pumping rhythm.

"Could you imagine fucking a chick like this ?" Phil asked, his
erratic breathing giving away his excitement.


"Oh, man, could I!" Mike said, as his horny young mind began
conjuring images of his centerfold girl underneath him.

"I'd fuck her all over...cum in her mouth...on her tits...in her
pussy," Phil daydreamed.

By now, Mike was at a point where he wanted to go home and beat
off.  He could feel a little drop of juice ooze out onto his
tight briefs.  He stopped rubbing his bulge.

"I bet she'd really get turned on by my cock," Phil said, as he
continued to rub the front of his jeans.

"Aren't you afraid you'll cream in your jeans, Phil?"

"Hell, I do that all the time," Phil said almost proudly.  "I
even did it in Miss Reynolds' class yesterday!" Mike's eyes
bugged out as Phil continued, "I did it in my pocket.  I just
kept staring at her tits, and pretty soon I just let go!"

"God damn!  I could never beat off in front of Miss Reynolds!"
Mike said.

"I beat off whenever I feel like it," Phil said as he rubbed the
front of his pants with increasing intensity.  "And that includes
Miss Reynolds' class."

Mike's hand returned to his jeans.  He was hypnotized by watching
his buddy jack off in his jeans.  Soon, his hand was moving as
hard and fast as Phil's. Suddenly, that certain tingle warned him
of the closeness of an orgasm.  He tore his hand away from his
pants.

"I don't want to mess up my pants," Mike complained, his cock
bucking and lurching as he tried to hold back.  "I gotta walk
home!"  More clear sauce leaked out of the slit.  A wet spot
appeared on the front of his pants.

"Nothing's gonna stop me from shooting this load,"  Phil said,
his hand seemingly wearing away the fabric of his Levis.

"But it'll make a big stain! My mom's gonna get suspicious!" His
will power for holding back his semen was weakening.  The wet
spot on his pants became larger. "Don't you ever take it out?" he
asked.

"Sure," said Phil.  "My bare hand feels as good as anything. I'll
take mine out if you take yours out."

Normally Mike would never have even considered taking his hard-on
out and beating off in front of his buddy.  Wasn't that "queer?"
But the idea of watching his friend beating his meat seemed
strangely exciting.  Phil was already hauling his erection out
through the fly of his pants.  It was surprisingly long, with a
big, bulbous head smeared with juice.  Phil started flailing on
his cock, his attention focused on the glossy pictures of tit
flesh.  The abundant pre-cum juice made his hand slurp and pop as
it worked over the shaft.

Mike's boner gave a powerful lurch in his pants.  He suddenly
realized that the first shot of semen had just sloshed into his
shorts. With that, Mike began frantically fumbling with his
zipper. 'Oh, God, hold on,' he thought.  'Just a little
longer..." He ripped open the top of his pants, exposing his
white briefs, his swollen cock clearly defined under the wet
fabric. Mike groaned loudly as he pulled down the front of his
wetted underpants, pulled up his shirt, and began pumping full
force on his shiny wet cock.  He immediately began spewing his
load of sticky, hot cum. Wad after wad of sperm landed on his
stomach, his arm, his pants, and Phil's bed.

Phil was rapidly stroking his hard-on as he watched his buddy
cream. "Here it comes!" Phil said through clenched teeth.  His
hand was a blur now, and as Mike shot the last of his cum, Phil
started pumping his abundant load.  Most of the arching blobs of
jism landed on his pants and began running over his thighs. He
was moaning and writhing as his balls were drained by his relent
less hand job.

"Whew!" he sighed when he was through.  "That felt great!"  He
glanced down at his splattered jeans.  "I kinda messed up my
pants, though."

"Yeah, I got some on mine, too.  Shit, I hope it dries before my
mother sees it," Mike said.  "You can change, but I have to walk
home like this."

As he passed a box of tissues to Mike, Phil chuckled, "You did it
to yourself, Mike."

Mike grabbed a handful of tissue, and began to sop up some of the
large blobs of cream which had landed on his pant legs. His still
semi-hard cock laid up along his belly, glistening with cum. His
mind was whirling, partly due to the joint he has just shared
with his buddy, and partly because of what he had just done. Mike
had never before exposed his hard meat to anyone (unless you
count that one time in the locker room), and he had certainly
never shot his wad with anyone else in the room.

 Phil was sitting next to Mike on the bed, grinning. His cock
hadn't softened at all, in fact he was still slowly stroking it,
squeezing out the last of his cream. Phil loved milking jism from
his boner. Lord knows, he did it anywhere and everywhere - in
class, at the movies, once even in church! Almost whenever his
cock got hard, he would reach down and give it the few strokes it
would need to release some sperm.

Both boys were in a different world when the bedroom door sudden
ly opened!

"Hey Phil, have you seen my....WHAT the FUCK?!?!"

It was Jim! And there sat the two young buddies, cocks in hand
and covered with sperm. They froze.

"Holy shit! What's goin' on here?" Jim asked in disbelief.

Mike started stuffing his half-hard-on back in his shorts and
pants. With his clean hand, Phil started closing the magazines
scattered on the bed.

Jim grinned. He realized that he now had his younger brother and
his brother's friend by the balls, and he was going to make it
pay off! He feigned anger.

"You guys been playing with each other? Huh? And where'd you find
my magazines?"

"No! I never touched him!" Mike protested. What a time for his
zipper to get stuck! The front of his shorts had taken his first
shot of cum and lay exposed, wet and sticky, as he struggled with
his zipper.

Jim walked over to his brother. He reached down and scooped up a
big blob of cum off his pants. "Yeah? And what's this? Ice
cream?"

"We were just checking out the magazines..." Phil started.

"MY magazines, dip shit!" Jim was enjoying making his brother
squirm. In fact, he was getting a hard-on. The bulge in his
tight, faded Levi's was growing in throbs, the mushrooming head
clearly visible under the light blue material. He browsed at one
of the open pages. "Well, at least you've got taste, you little
twerp," Jim said scornfully. He picked up the magazine and stared
at the photos of some honey-blonde cutie. His cock lurched, and
grew to almost its full length. The bulge was now extremely
obvious.

Phil noticed it and caught Mike's eye. He pointed at his broth
er's erection and gave the bewildered Mike a sly grin. He reached
up and quickly squeezed the bulge of his brother's cock.

"Hey! Watch it, you little queer!" Jim shouted.

"Yeah, you're turned on, too!" Phil countered.

"Hey, I get turned on by chicks, not my buddies!" Jim was postur
ing. His cock actually started growing when he realized that they
had just finished beating off. Now, it was fully hard and aching
to be taken out of his jeans.

 "I suppose that's a banana in your pants!" Phil cracked. Mike
sputtered, stifling a laugh.

"Real funny! It seems you're real interested in what's in my
pants," Jim said. He popped open the buttons on his Levis. "Well,
you're going to get a real good look at it now!" He reached in
and hauled out his massive erection. It looked to be as big as
both boys' cocks put together! The head was shiny, angry pur
plish-red. The shaft was laced with thick veins.

The boys were in awe. They'd never imagined a cock could be that
big. Mike was wondering what Jim was going to do with it. He was
a little scared. He'd never seen Phil's brother act this way.

"Pretty big, huh?" Jim asked, proudly, as he began stroking his
big dick. "You guys need to be taught a lesson about the dangers
of acting like a couple of queers." He turned toward Phil.
"You're gonna find out what it means to be a homo."

"Fuck off and die, shit-for-brains!" Phil retorted.

Jim released his cock and quickly reached down, grabbing Phil by
the shirt. "Listen, Phil...unless you want Mom to hear about how
you go into your bedroom and pull your pud with your friends, you
better do what I say!"

Phil thought briefly about mentioning the time he saw Jim jacking
off in his own bedroom, but thought better of it. After all, that
would only prove that he was spying on his brother.

Jim eased him down and ordered, "Wrap your hand around it." Phil
complied, gently stroking his brother's cock.

Mike was amazed. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was
all happening too fast.

Jim lowered his Levis down around his ass, and released his
swollen balls from their confinement. They were in proportion to
the size of his cock - huge.

Phil was becoming fascinated with the feel of Jim's hard-on. He
could feel it throb each time his hand rubbed over the ridge of
the head. His face was inches from it. He could smell the musky
scent of it.

"Yeah, that's it," Jim prompted. He looked over at Mike. "You...
play with my balls," he ordered sharply.

Mike was afraid to disobey. He scooted over next to his buddy and
began fondling the low-hanging balls of the older boy. The
ballsac felt cool and hot at the same time.

"Stroke it faster!.......Yeahhhh," Jim sighed. He was on a power
trip. He looked down at the two young guys working on his aroused
genitals. He was getting hotter by the minute. He knew that soon
his balls would release their pent-up load. "You do that real
good," he said to Phil. "I bet you've had a lot of practice." He
knew Phil jacked off a lot, he'd seen the frequent wet spots on
his pants. He couldn't resist rubbing it in. "I bet you jack-off
all the time, huh? Ooooh, yeah! That feels great, Mike."

Mike was tickling the underside of Jim's scrotum. He could feel
the sac tightening, and figured Jim was close to cumming.

He was right. Suddenly a spurt of cream jetted out of Jim's cock,
landing right on Phil's cheek. "Agggghh!" Phil shouted, letting
go of the erupting prick and backing away. For a short while the
cock swung freely in the air, spewing wads of jizz all over the
two seated boys. Jim then grabbed his cock and began flailing it
as it continued erupting. Most of the blobs of semen landed on
Phil and Mike, even as they tried to move out of the way. More
and more sperm shot out of his huge prick.

"Nnnnggg! Unnn! Nnng!" Jim moaned as his orgasm began to fade.
The globs of jism were now dripping down on the carpet, their
ejecting force diminishing. Finally Jim sighed, signaling that
his orgasm had passed.

The room reeked of cum. Phil and Mike were covered in a combina
tion of their own juices and those from Jim's over-sized climax.
Both boys were fully hard once more, having just taken part in
making Phil's cool older brother shoot his load.

"Well, I hope you learned your lesson," Jim said as he stuffed
his glistening wet cock back into his Levis. A wet spot appeared
on the material. "I don't ever want to catch you two pulling any
shit like this again. And give me back my magazines!"

The magazines were piled up and returned to Jim. He left the room
without another word.

Then there was silence.  Mike picked up some more tissue and
began wiping up the mess.

Phil sat in shock, motionless.  He had never seen that side of
his brother.  He wondered what Mike was thinking about at that
moment.  He hoped his buddy wasn't too freaked out, but he just
didn't know what to say at that moment.

Mike was the first to speak.  "Uh...I gotta go..."

"Yeah, O.K." Phil replied, flatly.  Mike stood up.  "See you in
school tomorrow...?" It was a half-statement, half-question - a
reaffirmation that things would be all right between them.

"Yeah sure, Phil."  Mike was too preoccupied with the wet
splotches on his clothes to try and figure out what tomorrow
would bring.  He just wanted to go home and change.  "See you
tomorrow."

That night was hell for Mike.  He had watched two other guys
shoot their cum just like he did almost every night, and he
couldn't get the images out of his head.  His cock would tingle
every time he thought about it, and several times it popped into
complete hardness in his pants.  It happened at the dinner table,
watching T.V. with his older sister, while he was doing his
homework, and as soon as he took his pants off to go to bed.

When he climbed into bed, he laid down on his stomach, with his
upright, brief-clad boner sandwiched between him and the mat
tress.  He automatically began humping his hips into the bed. He
tried to imagine what it felt like to Jim when Phil was stroking
his cock.  Mike's hard-on strained at the material of his Jockey
shorts as it was squeezed repeatedly by his writhing body.  Mike
humped his hips faster and faster.  All the pleasurable sensa
tions began to concentrate in the tip of his cock.  He remembered
how Jim's ball sac contracted just before he released his copious
load.  When he envisioned the massive globs of jism that Jim sent
flying into the air, his cock suddenly released its second load
of the day.  Jets of hot, thick semen squirted into Mikes briefs.
He groaned softly while powerful contractions spread throughout
his body from his spasming groin.  As his orgasm subsided, he let
out a different groan.  The hot, wet mess now contained in his
briefs had to be dealt with.

It seemed like the same hard-on was there to greet him the fol
lowing morning. That was the second thing he became aware of. The
first thing was his mother, shouting through his door that he was
going to be late for school.  One look at the alarm clock
confirmed it.  He had overslept!  He jumped out of bed and dashed
around his room, throwing on a T-shirt and jeans, and quickly
assembling his books.  His hard-on would have to wait.

He got to school in plenty of time.  As he walked down the hall
way to his first class, he cursed the fact that he had dressed in
such haste.  His hard-on had only partially subsided, and the
clothes he had picked out did nothing to help conceal it.  The
T-shirt was too short, and he had actually outgrown the jeans he
was wearing some time ago.  His cock was making one hell of a
bulge.  He held his notebook in front of his crotch as he entered
his first class.

The notebook came in handy at the end of the class, too.  Al
though his cock had gone down during the period, Mike couldn't
seem to keep his mind on History. And just before the period was
over, the lewd thoughts took over Mike's brain and cock.

This was very embarrassing for Mike.  He hoped he wouldn't have
to spend the whole day walking around with a tent in his pants.
When he looked up from his straining pants, he spotted Phil
reaching into his open locker.  Mike glanced down at Phil's pants
and was shocked to see an tremendous bulge!  The lump was made
even more obvious by the profile view Mike had.

Phil looked up just as Mike got close.  "Hey, Mike.  How's it
goin'?" he asked."All right, I guess."

Phil noticed Mike's notebook position.  He looked up from Mike's
crotch.  "You too, huh?" Phil said, grinning.

Mike couldn't help but smile and move his notebook away.
"Yeah...me too."  His face darkened. "But I can't walk around
like this all day! I've got gym class third period."

Phil nodded.  Both guys stood in the school hallway with huge
hard-on bulges, nervously shifting their weight from one leg to
another.  Phil was afraid they would attract attention.  He got
an idea.  "Hey, you wanna ditch second period?" Phil asked with a
glint in his eye.

Normally Mike would never have considered such a thing.  But he
could tell that whatever Phil was planning, it involved releasing
his pent-up load of cum, and softening his demanding prick.
"Yeah, sure," he replied.

Suddenly a group of jocks came by.  One of them spotted Mike and
Phil.  "Hey, Phil!  Telling dirty stories again?" one of them
shouted. Sudden ly, all eyes were on them and their
embarrassingly swollen crotches.  Phil turned toward his locker
and Mike replaced his notebook in front of him.  The jocks all
had a hearty laugh and moved on.

"Come on." Phil said, slamming his locker door.  He led Mike
around the side of the building.  Then, looking both ways, he
opened the door to a janitor's storeroom and ushered Mike in.

"This is where I come sometimes to get off.  The guys who use
this room don't get here till later, so I'm never interrupted.
Plus there's always towels and a sink to clean up."

Mike nodded his approval.  He was waiting for his buddy to make
the first move.He didn't have to wait long.  Phil practically
ripped open his pants, and quickly hauled out his stiff rod.
Mike soon followed suit, and both began pumping their cocks.

For Mike, it was a great relief to release his hard-on from its
confinement. His hand worked up and down the sweaty shaft in the
familiar rhythm he used to milk his jism.

There was a burning question in Mike's mind, which he finally
worked up the courage to ask.  "What was it like to feel Jim's
prick?" he mumbled.

"It wasn't so bad," Phil replied.  "It was kinda like doin' my
own, but bigger."

"Do you think our cocks will get that big?"

"I don't know," Phil replied.  "I just don't know why Jim did
that. Maybe he's as horny as we are!"

Both boys laughed.  They were standing fairly close together as
they stroked their jutting boners.  Suddenly, Phil released his
and began slowly moving his hand toward Mike's cock.  Mike looked
at Phil.

"You wanna try doing each other?"  Phil croaked, anxiously hoping
his buddy wouldn't rebuke him for the suggestion.

Mike swallowed nervously.  "O.K." he said, releasing his swollen
cock.  It swung in the air briefly, throbbing with his rapid
heart-beat.  Then Mike felt his buddy's hand encircling his most
pri vate member.  It felt good.  He reached over and grasped
Phil's cock.

The two young guys stood in the janitor's store room, jacking
each other off. Mike was terribly nervous and excited at the same
time. He was worried about being discovered.  Phil was nervous
too, but for a different reason.  He was worried about his
friend's reaction to his next planned move.

"Have any of your girlfriends ever given you a blow-job?" Phil
asked.

"No," Mike admitted.  "I wish they would.  Maybe I wouldn't be so
horny all the time."

"It feels really great."

"You've gotten a blow-job?" Mike asked incredulously.

"Yep," Phil said somewhat proudly.  "Oh, man!  You can't believe
what it's like when you've got a hot pair of lips around your
cock, with a tongue sliding around the head."

Mike's cock began throbbing hard in response to Phil's descrip
tion. "Oh, shit, You keep talkin' about it and I'm gonna cream
all over the place."

"I bet you'd give anything to get your cock sucked right now. You
gettin'' close?" Phil asked.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah," Mike sighed, closing his eyes.

Suddenly, Mike felt Phil's cock pull out of his hand.  By the
time he opened his eyes, Phil was down on his knees in front of
his buddy, preparing to put Mike's cock in his mouth!

"What are you doing?" Mike squealed.

Phil looked up at him and grinned.  "I'm gonna show you what it's
like to get a blow job!"  And with that, he sank his lips over
almost the entire length of Mike's cock.

Mike was too shocked to do anything to stop him.  And when he
felt the warmth of his buddy's mouth over his ready-to-burst
prick, he could only resign himself to the incredible feeling.

Phil had never sucked a cock before, but he remembered some of
the things his girlfriend had done.  He began swirling his tongue
over Mike's cock-head.  He heard a groan, and figured he was
doing it right.  His right hand was busy stroking his own cock,
so he wrapped his left around Mike's.  He started sliding his
hand over the ridge of the head in time with his mouth.  He heard
another groan from his friend.

Mike couldn't believe what was happening.  It almost didn't
matter that his best buddy was down there sucking on his boner.
He had dreamed so often of having his cock sucked, and now it was
happening. The sensations were so much more incredible than he
could ever have imagined, he knew he would soon be ejecting the
biggest load of his life.

"Unh! Nnn!...Phil...stop..." he gasped.  "Phil...I'm gonna do
it...Oh!!...Stop!"

Phil didn't know what cum tasted like, but he wanted to make it
as good for his friend as his girlfriend had made it for him.  He
was determined to take Mike's load.  He increased the tempo of
his wet stroking.  His own cock would erupt soon, and the momen
tum could not be stopped.

Mike grabbed on to a nearby table for support.  His knees were
getting weak from the tremendous effort of holding back his giant
load of semen. "Phil....Oh!...pleeeease....I'm gonna
shoooooooot!"

Phil grunted.  His own first blob of jism shot out from his
prick. It arched through the air and landed on Mike's pant leg.
Just then, Phil tasted the first blob of his buddy's cum shoot
into his mouth. They were cumming together!

Mike groaned uncontrollably when that first wad spurted from his
steely-hard cock.  It was followed by shot after shot of hot,
white goo, filling his friend's mouth and causing him to gag.
Mike was too wrapped up in the orgasmic feelings to notice that,
or the fact that Phil was drenching his pant leg with his own
huge load of juice.  It felt as though his balls were sending up
every last drop of cum there was, delivering it in huge wads,
each one shaking Mike's frame until he thought he'd collapse.

Phil swallowed frantically, trying to get all of the gooey, hot
liquid that filled his mouth.  Much of it, though, spilled from
his lips, landing in splats on the cold concrete floor.  The cum
was joined by blobs from Phil's subsiding orgasm, making a milky
white puddle.

Finally, both guys finished cumming.  Mike was in another world,
his eyes still closed.  He had never felt anything like that in
his life.  He knew, however, that his cock would not be getting
hard again for a while.  His best buddy had solved his problem,
and had added a new dimension to their relationship.  Mike looked
down at Phil.

Phil was waiting to see what Mike's reaction would be after what
had just happened.  He was still holding on to his friend's
softening cock with one hand, and his own with the other.  His
face glistened with juices as he smiled tentatively.

Mike shook his head in wonderment and smiled back.  Phil grinned
and stood up, releasing his hold on both cocks.  He walked over
and grabbed some paper towels.

It was then that Mike noticed the dripping mess on his pants.
"You better get some more towels, Phil," he said.

Phil turned around and saw what he had done.  He giggled.
"Ooops!"

Both boys burst out laughing.  They both realized that this was
the start of a whole new friendship.