From the Journal of a Horny Teen

Friday, March 16.

I signed up for Driver Training today. Won’t be until summer. Hope I get Mr. Bennett. He’s still my favorite teacher, even though he got mad at me for talking too loud this morning in history class. He sure has a great body. Wish the girls would stop crowding around him wherever he goes—I like to look at his butt and legs!

After school, spent some time in my room liftin a few weights. Made the mistake of strippin down to my brief. My dick got so hard it did a lot of liftin too! Thought about Rick. Wondered what it would be like to feel his cock.

Sunday, March 18.

Saw Charlie go after Dave this afternoon! Jim, Charlie, Dave and I were exploring a house bein built a few blocks away from here. We were climbin around inside and up on the dirt piles. Dave was standin next to a bulldozer when all of a sudden Charlie grabbed him around the waist from behind. He went for Dave’s dick right away, laughing as he got hold of it. Dave bent forward and started to giggle. Charlie wrestled him to the ground on his belly. I walked toward them, hoping to see what Charlie was doin’ to Dave’s dick. No luck. He kept him down for a couple of minutes, then let him up. I don’t think Charlie creamed him—Dave’s fly wasn’t wet. But the guy’s cock was sure up! When he got to his feet, Dave looked like a true stud with that big cock bulge in his jeans. I felt like finishing him off (I bet he’d like it, too!), but not in public like that. Charlie doesn’t mind doin that kinda thing. He’s a character. He’s pretty good at sports, and a brain in math, so people usually ignore the fact that he’s gay. Me, I wouldn’t be that lucky. I’m lousy at math and not into most sports. I’m always chicken to go out for wrestling, but that definitely turns me on the most. I’d probably shoot off from just facing a guy on the mat and lookin at his crotch!

Monday, March 19.

Bruce (Bennett) wore his white Levi’s today. Tight ones, no less! Boy did he look sharp. I think I know the kind of brief he wears—I could see the outline on his butt. It’s so rotten the guy is married. What a waste.

Rick looked cool today, too. I’m gonna milk that jock one of these days. Can’t resist. I’m gonna grab his rod and give him somethin to think about! It’ll be tough though, with someone as popular as he is. I’m nobody to him. But if I cream the hunk, he’ll never tell anyone—he wouldn’t risk it. At least that’s what usually happens when I get a guy like that. We have our fun and nobody blabs. Last year (before I began this diary), I had a great time one Saturday with a blond hunk named Chris, a senior. He was really cravin it. I guess he’d overheard two guys talkin and one of them said, “If you’re into fightin dirty, Paul’s good at it.”

I brought him into to my bedroom and we horsed around all afternoon in our briefs. Shit, was that ever a blast! Chris said he wasn’t gay, but I’ll wager he was when he left! I juiced him three times. He got me twice. He kept putting me in a side headlock, probably hoping I’d go after his cock. I didn’t disappoint him, either. I yanked it out of his brief and squeezed the fucker like crazy! Chris really got into it. When I was suckin him, he made the sexiest, straining bridge I’ve ever seen. Word gets out to the right guys, I guess.

Thursday, March 22.

My buddy Scott told me that he finally got to milk Jim. It was Jim’s first time sex-wrestlin with a guy and, according to Scott, he liked it a lot—maybe more than messin with girls. Scott said he made Jim shoot so much cum that the guy’s jockstrap was soakin wet. Wish I could have seen it! Scottie’s the pro.

He was the guy who got me for the first time, too. We were wrestlin on his bed in our jeans. He scissored me around the chest, then started feelin my dick. I resisted some, but soon gave up—I loved his hand there. It didn’t take Scott long to make me shoot. He just rubbed the rod slowly around the tip. Even through the jeans he knew where to rub. When I came, that first wave of pleasure hit me hard.

Afterward, Scott fingered my wet Levi’s. “You’ve got tick sperm, dude,” he said. Before I knew it, he was givin me jack-off lessons as we laid on the bed. First he had me practice on his tool with just his jockstrap on. Then he stripped it off and let me work on his naked rod. I’ll never forget how sexy that was. When he finally said, “You’ve got it the touch—don’t stop,” it made me feel terrific. It was a blast makin the guy shoot and seein what his cum looks like. We started doin each other every day. I’m glad I was trained by the best!

Friday, March 23.

Hold everything! A new guy enrolled at school today, and he’s a fuckin knockout! His name is Jamie. Luckily he’s in my Shop class, so I can talk to him. So far he seems like a great guy. Sorta shy, black hair, square jaw, blue eyes, some pretty good-sized biceps. His face isn’t what I’d call handsome. It’s kinda rough-lookin—it turns me on! Says he works out at home, like I do. I invited him to come over after school sometime. He seemed happy about the invitation. But get this: I saw him give my fly “the look.” It was quick, yet important. The guy sure fills out his Levi’s well. He wears em crotch-tight, like me. And when I look at the sexy curve of his perfect buns, my heart skips a beat!

Saturday, March 24.

What a night! A bunch of us went over to Rick’s place. His parents had gone to a movie and we had the house to ourselves. We started havin a brawl in the kitchen. The others quit after a while, but Rick and I were still rollin around on the floor. “Get him in the nuts, Rick!” said someone as they went downstairs. Rick tried a basket punch but missed. My move didn’t miss! I got hold of his dick from behind and squeezed. It hardened up almost immediately. He didn’t yell, probably because it might bring one of the guys upstairs to investigate.

“Come on, let go of it, man!” he whispered. The cock turned into a real whopper. It was the biggest rod I ever held. Rick was in trouble because he was wearing threadbare Levi’s and one of those super thin, stretchy briefs. It was like workin on a naked rod! I didn’t know if I’d ever have another chance at it, so I wrestled that fucker good. Rick groaned, then giggled as pleasure started to build. I eased up and put the “turtle” on him.

I learned that hold from Scott. You grip the cockhead, and if ya do it right, it’ll make the guy super horny—but he won’t be able to shoot right away. You can tease him almost as long as you want before he cums (Scott and I like to use it on each other at the same time to see which of us can last the longest. It’s fun doin it when he sleeps over!). When the guy finally shoots, the pleasure really kills him.

Rick begged me to stop. He was so close to shootin he didn’t dare move an inch. I sure tortured him with it. Then one of the guys came upstairs, damn him! I let go and got up. Rick jumped to his feet. But that sudden move­ment caused the denim to press into his sensitive cock pretty firmly. It was just enough to trigger the orgasm. Brian walked into the kitchen and immediately saw the mammoth bulge in Rick’s 501’s—and the dreamy, ecstatic look in Rick’s eyes. A second later cum began pouring into the denim, and through it. Brian’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Rick started to move his hands in front of the fly to block the view, but it was too late. He let them fall to his sides and Brian and I watched the stud’s cum flood his jeans. Brian chuckled and really kidded Rick about the event. Rick kept givin me a threatening look for the rest of the night. He told me, “I’m gonna get you for this!” I hope he tries—then I’ll be able to cream him for the second time!

Thursday, March 29.

I’ve been gettin to know Jamie pretty well this week, mostly during lunch and Shop. He’s a very quiet guy. I think I’m his only friend so far. I know he’s seen me look at his crotch, but I can’t help it when he wears such sexy jeans—which is every day. Today in Shop I did an experiment. I sat on a table, let my legs hang down over the edge, and sand-papered my project. I held it so all the sawdust fell on and around my fly. Jamie was working nearby. After a bit he came over to inspect my sanding. By that time my cock had become really stiff. Although he did look at my project, his attention was also on my jean bulge, but he didn’t say anything. I got up and dusted myself off. Naturally I had to brush my crotch and fly a lot to get the stuff outa the jeans. Boy did he watch! I winked at him as I brushed.

Of course, I’ve been watchin him, too. I’m havin fun tryin to size up his dick. He usually packs it on the right side of the fly (same for me). If my guess is right, a hard-on would make it as long as Rick’s, maybe even longer! The bulge isn’t super wide, though, so he probably has a narrow one. That’s O.K. with me, just so it gets rock hard! I can’t wait to try him out!

Saturday, March 31.

It rained all day. Shit! Why on a Saturday? First thing I did was cream my brother! I was still in bed, naked as usual, when Barry came into my room, wearing only a white brief. He thought I was asleep. I watched him hunt for something in my desk. He looked under piles of stuff on top, then started opening drawers quietly. This diary is hidden pretty good, but I don’t like him goin through my things.

“Hey, keep your hands off!” I yelled.

“I can put my hands anywhere I want,” he said.

“Like hell you can!”

I leaped outa bed. Just because Barry’s a little older than me and thinks he’s a stud, I’m not gonna let him walk all over me. Anyway, he’s not so tough; he backs down easy. He was out the door before I reached him. But I’m a fast runner. I brought him down on the old vinyl sofa near the stairs. I jerked his brief down as I jumped on his back.

“I can put MY hands anywhere, too!” I said, grabbing his dick. I rubbed it against the smooth vinyl. It got hard right away. Barry did a push-up to try to get away. I aimed his cockhead at the sofa, held it steady, and crashed down on him, pile-driving the rod into the cushion. I kept him pressed like that while I put the juice-squeeze on his cock. It wasn’t long before I had him ready to squirt. When he came, he sure unloaded a lot of it. Barry isn’t gay, but I’ve drained him quite a few times. Whenever I make him shoot he gets really mad. He’s afraid Jennifer, his “one true love,” might find out. Does he think I’m gonna hang around with his yucky girl­friend and tell all? What a jerk!

Wednesday, April 4.

Saw Robbie get pinched in Shop today! Jamie was on the other side of the room and didn’t see it, unfortunately. I think I was the only one. Robbie was standing at a work table polishing something. The table edge touched his upper thighs, which were spread just enough to be sexy. Rob doesn’t wear Levi’s, but today he wore a terrific pair of thin, faded black pants that were tight enough to let you see the shapes underneath. I couldn’t believe it when I noticed that his dick was hard and the head was pushin the pants way out! I wonder what he was thinkin about. His balls looked really cool, too. Anyway, this big hunk, Jack, came up to Rob real close, facing his side, and said softly, ‘Whatcha got in your pocket, Robbie?” Then he put his fingers around the cockhead and gave it a good pinch—a long one, too, considering there were other people around (that’s the kinda thing Charlie likes to do!). It was great. But what Rob said was even better: “Not here.”

Jack smiled. As he walked away he said, “Tonight.” Wow! Just think, right now while I’m writing this, Jack could be strippin Rob and givin his cock a big workout! Shit, I’d love to be able to see that! Whatever Jack does to him, I hope Rob likes it, because he wouldn’t have the strength to get away. Jack is muscle city. Nobody jumps that guy and suivives. I bet he locks Rob in one submission hold after another just for kicks—and works over his rod at the same time!

Sunday, April 8.

Tomorrow spring vacation starts at last! Jamie’s gonna come over for the first time, in the afternoon. My cock gets hard when I think about it!

Monday, April 9.

Hot news! Jamie’s a big wrestling fan like me! We watched some pro wrestling matches on TV. He likes seein guys submit to juicy submission holds. I invited him to sleep over, and I think he will. I’m gonna have to take it a little slow with him. I think he wants it real bad, but he also seems a little unsure of him­self.

Wednesday, April 11.

There’s a lot to write about today. Jamie did stay the night. After dinner we locked ourselves in my room and had a blast! Jamie loves my basement bedroom/workout room. It’s very private and pretty well sound-proofed. I showed him my wrestlin magazines. We like the same wrestlers—the bodybuilder types. When we watched a wrestling video, Jamie really stared at the holds, especially the claws. One cocky, young wrestler put an awesome claw on his opponent—the lowest gut claw I’ve ever seen. It was so low that three of his fingers were partially under the guy’s wrestling brief! Jamie couldn’t seem to get enough of it. I fired a pencil at him to get his attention. This led to a fun t pencil fight, flipping them at each other from across the room. One time I scored a direct hit on his dick, though not very forcefully. He glanced at his crotch, gave me a sly grin, and fired a pencil that got me in the balls. I jumped him and the wrestlin was on!

I could see that the guy’s dick was as hard as a steel pipe. It was even longer than I thought. The bulge went diagonally across his jeans, almost to the waist. If the rod had pointed straight up, it would have stuck out beyond the jeans. Jamie’s not a bad wrestler, but pretty easy for me to overpower. I played with him a while, tryin not to spook him too much. I got him on his stomach in a double hammerlock, then put a hand on his ass. God, it was so great feelin his beautiful buns. I squeezed into one. “He’s got the guy in a butt—claw!” I said with a laugh, imitating a wrestling commentator. “The guy can’t move. It could be all over.” Jamie started laughin, too. But he pushed up and gradually managed to twist himself out of the hold. He slapped a claw on my forehead and pushed me down on my back. For a time he crouched over me, with a foot at each of my sides. Keeping the claw on, he dropped to his knees. Then he lowered himself until his butt rested on my stomach. The stud’s awesome thighs were spread wide, givin me a fantastic view of his bulging crotch. I faked a super suffering scene. We both had a hard time restraining our laughter.

I finally locked a claw high up on Jamie’s right thigh. My hand nearly touched his balls. I dug my fingers into the sexy leg muscles. I could tell that he liked it, even when I squeezed harder. We both held our claws for a long time, varying the amount of pressure, and really having a good time. After a while we both released the holds. So there I was—on my back lookin right at the crotch of this incredible guy sittin on my gut. I formed a gun out of my thumb and index finger. I aimed it at his balls and fired. Jamie smiled. I made a phony jab at the nuts with it. He quickly shielded them with both hands. He looked so horny sittin there holdin his balls. I grabbed his knees and pulled up, rocking him backwards. Before he knew it, my legs pulled him down into a head scissors. I kept him pinned like that for a minute or so, then moved the scissors to his chest. I also trapped the nearest arm under my leg and held it in place with my left hand.

With Jamie tied up, I was ready to go to work. He was lying partially on his side and back, with one leg propped up so that his crotch was wide open. What a sight! I laid my free hand on his bulging basket and the bottom half of his long rod. He instantly brought his legs together, but it was too late to protect them, of course. I didn’t pinch or squeeze—just held. Jamie squirmed a little, but it wasn’t much of an attempt to get away. What could he do with one hand?

“Relax. I’m just checkin you out,” I said. “You got some stiff shit here!” Jamie finally did begin to relax. He spread his legs apart again, as if he was trusting me. I fingered his rod through the denim. “God, how long is this thing anyway?” I asked. “A foot?”

“Not quite,” he said.

I took my hand away and looked again at the huge bulge in his Levi’s. “How do you keep it inside a jock?”

He laughed at the question. I slid my fingers under the Levi’s and found the cock head. It was pushing tightly against a smooth, no-fly, cotton brief. Another wave of doubt seemed to grip him. “C’mon, let go of it,” he said.

“In a minute,” I said (lying, of course!). “Does it hurt when I do this?” I asked, putting the “turtle” on the cock head. When he said that it didn’t, I acted surprised (another lie!). “Shit, you’re one tough dude,” I added, boosting his ego even more.

The fun thing about the “turtle” is that it makes your cock feel so fuckin good, but the squeeze isn’t hard at all. You can barely sense the pressure. It feels like your cock is gettin more and more excited all by itself. You start givin in to the pleasure because it becomes too much for ya. It’s as if you’re fading away from the effect of a sleeper hold. The pleasure keeps building, overcoming you a little at a time. It eats into your balls and crotch and then your whole body.

I felt Jamie’s rod shudder. The cockhead got rock-hard. The guy started to groan. The pleasure must have been gettin him real good. I’m not gonna give away the secret of this hold, but I had my thumb on the tip of the rod, right on the stiff hole. Every so often a drop of pre-cum shot into the brief. After a while the brief like it had disappeared, like his rod was naked in my hand.

Jamie gasped in pleasure. “God, whadya doin to it?” he whispered.

“Feel good?” I asked.

“Ah! Oh shit, yeah . . . yeah” he said.

I clamped the body scissors into him harder. He groaned and strained like crazy. I had the guy cranked up so tight that he was ready to snap. His rod jerked once very hard. I could have made him cum right then, but I wanted to stretch the guy farther. I did, too! Although Jamie writhed and grunted, I didn’t allow his cock to shoot—only little spurts occasionally. The brief got wetter and wetter. I drove him wild!

The rod jerked and Jamie’s body stiffened. The pleasure had conquered him. The feel of his cockhead told me that now I had complete control. The guy’s rod was all mine! Without letting go of his cockhead, I released the scissors and let Jamie’s back sink to the floor. Then I crawled on his gut. The cock was fired up and ready to shoot (I love to feel ‘em when they get that way!). Still keeping a grip on the cockhead, I unbuttoned the 501’s with my free hand. I pulled the fly apart. The rod looked great pushin up into the white brief. The cloth was saturated with so much thick cream that I wondered if there’d be any left when I finished off the dude (it turned out that I didn’t have to worry!).

I wanted to get his long rod out in the open where I could see it. I let go of the head, lifted the brief’s waistband, pulled it back, and hooked it under the basket. The uncovered rod twitched like it wanted more action. It’s a great piece of muscle!

I pinched his big meat. We both smiled. I began to tease the rod, sometimes squeezing in different places, sometimes barely touch­ing the tightly-drawn skin. A slight pressure in the right place was all it took to get a big reaction from the rod. I had a blast makin that fucker jump! Shit, I never.had so much fun with a rod. His pre-cum continued to squirt out at intervals, and every time it did, Jamie would gasp in a deep, sexy voice. He spread his legs wide as I tickled the wet cockhead. I kept at it so long that I think I set a new world record!

While I worked on the rod, I also focused attention on Jamie’s legs. They were well-muscled and the skin tight 501’s really highlighted them. Levi’s seem to be made just to show off the best parts of a guy—his legs, his buns, his bulging cock and balls. In fact, Jamie’s 501’s had an especially worn area in the fly, something that’s a real turn-on for me. I moved the rod to the right so that its tip touched the denim. The cock twitched. I dragged the tip slowly against the edge of the Levi’s. It twitched again as Jamie groaned loudly.

“Hey, your rod sure loves denim, man!” I said.

I continued to rub the head back and forth across it. The tool became red hot with excitement. It split heavy pre-cum onto the fly. Jamie’s gasps had turned into a low, steady grunt. Hell, all this was so sexy I almost creamed my own Levi’s!

“Oh God!” groaned Jamie, feeling his cock kiss his soft 501’s again and again. The guy couldn’t take much more. His rod pounded furiously as I kept up the slow movement of the cock, smearing the pre-cum over the entire area of the fly. The tool seemed to sizzle in my hand. It started to jerk power­fully. I couldn’t delay any longer. I rammed the cockhead into the Levi’s and held it there. Jamie screamed. A second later the guy exploded. The first shot of cum blasted right through the worn 501’s! Man, what a gusher! The rod pumped with unusually strong jerks, forcing the warm cream to build up on the surface of the jeans (too bad Scott wasn’t there to see it!).

Jamie ended up with more cum on his Levi’s than you could ever believe. I ran my hand along the soaked denim, fingering the still-hard cock bulge underneath. Jamie smiled, breathless.

He wanted to get out of the wet jeans. He let me strip him, then he stripped me. I sat down on my knees next to him and caressed his beautiful chest. He told me how good it felt when he came. I smiled and rubbed his gut. He wanted me to show him how to do the “turtle.” I was feelin so horny; how could I refuse? I got on my back and he sat over me, facing my crotch. He horsed around with my cock for a long time before we worked on the hold. He got rougher and rougher—just the way I like it! The stud even made me submit a couple of times, once from a cock twist and once from an upright pull. It was awesome!

It took Jamie a few minutes to get the “turtle” right, but in the meantime it sure was sexy feelin him handle my cock head. When he had the hold mastered, he kept it on me. He did it really well. I rubbed his firm, rounded buns as he slowly stretched my cock out another eight inches (that’s what it felt like!). He looked sharp sittin there above me. His knees were at my sides, forcing his muscular thighs into a big spread. I moved my hands up and down them. What macho legs!

I put a hand into Jamie’s crotch and got hold of his nuts. I went for some moderate pressure. He liked it. His nuts were quite big and felt like smooth stones—perfect wrestlin nuts! I went to work on ‘em. I had the guy groaning like mad. I locked his balls in one of my favorite grips—a five-finger pulldown/squeeze combo (it’s mostly a pull). Some guys don’t like holds on the balls, but I sure do, and so does Jamie. I pushed my middle finger into his basket, between the nuts. He got so turned on that I thought he’d shoot right on the spot. I was just about ready to do the same: my cock head was covered with pre-cum. All of a sudden he grabbed my balls with his other hand. Just one big squeeze would have made me shoot, but the stud tore into my nuts with a bunch of wild claws, one after another. God, that was more than I could handle! I yelled, grabbed the guy’s balls with both hands and let him have it! Guess what—we both climaxed at the same time!

Shit, was that ever sensational! When Jamie started shootin I pulled him down on my stomach using a mean full nelson. He was squirtin all over the place while I jerked him to the left and right with the nelson. I pushed up as my cream exploded onto his butt and back. We yelled like demons!

It didn’t stop there, either. We sex-wrestled all night long! Jamie is the hottest guy I’ve ever known. Today when we got up, we started in again. His favorite thing is catchin me off guard and jammin his hand in my crotch from behind. He juiced me that way this afternoon. He had my balls and lower cock in some kind of cool hold that made me pump like hell. Tonight he’s gonna sleep over again—and I’m gonna find out how he did it!

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