Have you ever cum in your pants?

[mmuxm]

I must have been about 17 or 18 and my mate Pete had persuaded me to go along to the local youth theatre, because, in his words: "it's full of talent". He wasn't wrong. Some of the girls there were absolutely gorgeous, long-legged beauties with immaculate hair and make-up. Some of them would parade around in leotards which left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and it was a job not to get a hard-on surrounded by so many camel-toes and shapely bums on display. But Pete and I stood no chance with these girls, they were mostly pretty stuck up and they all seemed already to have boyfriends.
But there was one girl there, I'll call her Jenny, who was what Pete and I called 'a raver'. To us, a raver was a girl who was not necessarily especially attractive, but made up for it by being incredibly flirtatious. Jenny wasn't bad looking at all, but being amongst such a collection of goddesses, you probably wouldn't have noticed her. Maybe this was why she'd developed the personality she had. She seemed to take pleasure in being sexually provocative with all the boys there. A number of them were obviously gay, but this didn't stop her from coming out with crude suggestions and flirty glances to them.
At first I wasn't especially interested in Jenny, Pete used to go on and on about her and about how she would always be saying suggestive things to him and winking at him and so on. But I was foolishly still thinking I stood a chance with the long-legged divas who barely gave me a second glance as they flounced around the old church hall where we met for rehearsals.
Then one day on our way home Pete was absolutely beside himself and told me that Jenny had let him feel her tits. I didn't believe him, but he was really insistent. That evening when I was wanking I couldn't stop thinking about Jenny and her tits. And I guess that was the moment when I stopped thinking about the other girls there and started thinking more about Jenny.
Anyway, as far as I know Jenny never treated Pete to the pleasure of feeling her tits again, which convinced me that he'd made it all up in the first place. But since there had awakened in me a burning desire for Jenny all of my own I started thinking maybe she might treat me to something similar. And so when she would come out with innuendos or flirty comments, I started replying with the same sort of thing myself. Unhappily she never offered me a chance to fondle her tits, but something else happened which I think trumped that anyway.
The time came for us to be working on a show and both Jenny and I were just sort of in the chorus, making up crowd scenes and the like in this crummy pantomime some of the others had scripted. We were putting it on just before Christmas and all I know is that by the time it came to the final rehearsals my initial interest in going to it had long since died. Pete himself had stopped showing up, and the only reason I still went along was because there was a dance sequence where I was partnered with Jenny and it ended with the girls all sitting on the boys' laps. Well, I don't know about the other lads, but having a girl sitting on my lap gave me a boner each and every time.
At first I wasn't sure if Jenny had noticed it, then after we'd rehearsed a couple of times she sniggered and whispered something in my ear like, 'Hello, big boy!' After that, every time we got to that moment I was instantly rock-hard and she would look into my eyes with such a dirty look I really felt like I was going to shoot off into my pants. She even took to wiggling about a little bit. 'You're gonna get me into trouble,' I whispered to her. 'That's the idea,' she whispered back. But nothing more happened.
Then the night of the performance came and I remember that I was so turned on by the thought of creaming my pants with Jenny's plump buttocks wiggling against my stiff cock that I gave up wanking for a few days, so that I had the best chance of really enjoying the experience to the full! When the moment came we finished the dance and she plonked herself down on my lap, and I braced myself for the inevitable wiggling, but nothing happened. She sat stock still. In fact she seemed not even to be pressing down very firmly on me and I felt overcome with disappointment. But as the audience clapped and we sat frozen for a few seconds, she looked straight at me and said, 'just you wait till later, my lad!'
Well as you can imagine, all sorts of ideas were going through my head now, and I could barely concentrate through the rest of the performance. As we hung around off-stage between scenes, Jenny kept her distance, but I don't think my cock fully softened once.
The show ended with a big finale number with the entire cast on stage and I was positioned at the back of the stage as we went into the final moves. I was then aware that Jenny was dancing immediately in front of me. Usually she was quite near the front of the stage, but she had shifted completely and I quickly understood why. As we cavorted and posed to the upbeat music, she backed towards me so that her buttocks made firm contact with my elongated dick. In perfect time to the music she gyrated and pounded against my cock. She banged against it with such force that it was obvious what she wanted to happen, and I couldn't have been more eager to comply with her wishes! My balls were aching and my cock felt stiffer and longer than I'd ever known it. I lost all sense of where I was and of everything else around me. All I could think of was Jenny's beautiful fat buttocks and the wish that my dick could break free of my trousers and penetrate her sweet, warm cunt. And then in full view of the entire audience I felt my spunk reserves starting to well up and I knew I was practically at the point of no return. I could smell Jenny's lovely hair and I placed my hands on her hips and rammed my crutch against her bottom and felt a torrent of sticky white goodness gush through my belly and out of the end of my dick straight into my pants.
As the song ended and the audience cheered I felt completely elated and as the curtain closed and the cast hugged each other, Jenny started snogging me before whispering in my ear, 'you enjoyed that didn't you?' and all I could smell now was the unmistakable aroma of semen as my exhausted willy shrivelled back again to its dormant state.
It seems incredible to me now that I ejaculated on that stage in front of so many people. Of course no-one would have been aware of it: we were right at the back of the stage and there were quite a few people in front of us. The only give-away would have been the look on my face possibly, but who'd have been paying any attention at that precise moment to what was happening in the background of that scene? Well, Pete for one! Having dropped out of the theatre group he'd still turned up for the night of the performance and had been hanging around backstage beforehand probably hoping for a crafty glimpse of the girls changing. But when the 'climax' of the show had happened he'd been sat out in the audience, and afterwards when I saw him he immediately said, 'you dirty, lucky bastard!' and I knew then where his attention had been at that moment, and I wouldn't have been surprised if that evening he'd gone home and had a good old wank at the thought of it himself.

[davarm]

Originally Posted by froggi3

No, never have, I need direct stimulation. Helps me last longer too.

me too, friend, got to love that stimulation very early!!!