Have you ever cum in your pants?

[Just William]

Quite a few years ago I was going on an all night fishing trip with a couple of mates. As it was in winter time the then girlfriend suggested that I borrowed a pair of her tights for the night and when I was putting the tights on prior to going fishing I couldn't help myself but came without touching myself.
became hooked on underwear and am still hooked to this day

[cooljcb]

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My wife loves to make me cum in my pants and I love allowing her the pleasure

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[edgewalkernow]

Yes, I came in my pants once.

Years ago, I was at a strip club, and this particularly beautiful brunette started flashing me. I got an erection, got very excited, and wanted to touch myself, but did not. Instead, I started to tense my groin muscles to spasm my cock. It felt good, so I kept doing it as I got more and more into this beautiful girl. The good feelings got more intense until I lost control amd came in my pants.

It was one of the most intense orgasms I ever had and a wonderful experience. Sadly, I have never been able to achieve a hands-free orgasm again.

[Mike Swan]

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Short answer; Oh yes I have! Many, many times.

Long answer and explanation - On a impetuous whim and just for fun many years ago, I persuaded my wife to try a little role playing. Once she agreed, and with a bit of encouragement, she shyly communicated an idea for plot and subject matter. It was her fantasy to play the part of a slutty, overwhelmingly sexy hooker. I naturally found that idea quite exciting and appealing, as long as I got to play the client. I asked if it would be okay for me to set some of the guidelines/terms for our game. She agreed, and I started to think about possible scenarios.

I told her that I'd like to play the role of a horny, but quite nervous, fearful and exceedingly shy guy whom she approaches for business. I wanted her to be aggressive and teasing. She found the premise exciting because it allowed her the privilege of being the initiator, and of being in control. My wife is normally a very quiet, unassuming person; one who avoids confrontation. I also told her it was my wish that while she was trying to coax me to give up my hard-earned money in return for her services, she would be giving me a teasing hand job as a primer, and that for at least the first orgasm I would ultimately experience. she would bring me off "accidentally" in that manner.

She agreed, but found it a bit confusing. How, she questioned, would that work? She pointed out that she (as a hooker) would already be pleasuring me for free. I reminded her of my character's nervous and highly excitable nature, and then I told her that the hand job would be unconventional and teasing on her part. I also told her that my subsequent orgasm would happen due to my lack of control. She said "I see," but ask me what I meant by "unconventional." When I told her that I wanted to be jacked off teasingly at first, but then roughly, right through my pants, her eyes lit up, and I could detect a sudden gasp. She giggled, but her laughter was tinged with excitement. She said it sounded dirty and naughty, and I could tell she was getting off thinking about doing such a thing. So, we both agreed, and she made her way upstairs in our home, up to our bedroom, while I waited downstairs. Once there, she put on make-up, lipstick and false eyelashes. She clipped her sexiest pair of hoop earrings to her earlobes, and slipped jingling bracelets around her wrists. Her hair was shoulder-length at that time, and permed back behind her delicate ears. The large hoops dangling from her ears framed her face beautifully. She donned a pair of tight black Capri pants, and a clingy pink top—one where the loose neckline had a problem of constantly moving, slipping down her left arm, leaving her kissable shoulder exposed which gave her that alluring “trashy” look. As she headed down the steps, for added effect, she lit a cigarette, taking a long drag and finally exhaling into the air in front of her as she approached me. I was already hard, made so while waiting and imagining what she would look like as she descended the stairs. The sight of my wife looking like she did almost had me squirting in my thin, loose dress pants at that point.

She slowly eased herself down to sit next to me on the couch while simultaneously taking a sexy drag from her cigarette. When her eyes descended to my lap and focused on the condition of my pants, she gasped the inhale of smoke from the drag into her lungs. My dick was so stiff, and my pants were so loosely-fitting that the shape towered straight up, forming a perfect tent. Her eyes remained transfixed on the concealed 7 inch boner tower as she unconsciously blew her smoke in a cone-shape through parted lips straight into my face. That accidental "in-my-face" exhale had a major affect on me, I can tell you, and she noticed. It made my cloth-covered dick ooze pre-cum though the material, and an ever-widening and darkening circle of wetness spread out across the light-colored fabric. She continued to employ that little trick through the rest of our game.

Anyway, to make a lengthening story less lengthy; after that initial in-the-moment rush of sexual excitement, we managed to compose ourselves enough to fall into our roles, and to play out the premise “at hand,” so to speak. Oh yes; she jerked my pants-covered dick to a messy climax during the first part of our role play that night, all the while smoking, blowing smoke into my face and trying to convince me to employ her services. Knowing what she was doing to me had its affect on her, as well. She came in her pants in perfect synchronization with my own climax while shucking my perfectly upright dick, and watching the cum gush through the strained fabric.

That night was the start of “bad” habit, because to this day, my loving wife likes to bring me off that way first, at the beginning of our love-making. She finds the whole idea highly erotic. She says that there is something naughty and exciting about the act. She says she loves the obscene look of my “boned-out” trousers, and that the sight literally makes her pussy squirt. She also likes me to unzip just after I spurt off, pull my dick out through the opening, and fuck her with my wet pants still on. She says the feel of my pants rubbing against her climaxing pussy is nothing less that exquisite...and I don’t mind telling you that I am more than happy to accommodate her wishes.

So, in this way, I’m with “Cooljcb” from a couple of comments earlier. Bring it on...I don’t mind the mess at all!

[lunahomme]

Never spunked in my pants, but have had enthusiastic and abundant leakages of precum while making out or petting. Much nicer feeling than going over the top too soon...

[onehourplus]

After stumbling upon this thread I was immediately reminded of Leopold Bloom, the main character of James Joyce’s novel Ulysses, who came in his pants at a public beach. Published in the early 20th century, the novel was widely banned as “pornography,” if you can imagine that.


This never happened to me, as I have always required hands-on or other direct stimulation in order to ejaculate. It happened to another kid in high school, though (way back in the 1960s). This kid was known to be something of a tough guy, drove a muscle car and had a pretty girlfriend. He came in his pants in the classroom, and was seen in the boy’s toilet trying to clean himself up. He must have shot a legendary load, because his shorts and pants were a mess. Some of his pals were in there too, making a public spectacle of it to his great embarrassment.

[Defacqz]

Four times that I can recall.
The first was when standing in Shepherds Bush Market in around 1959 aged about thirteen and watching a bloke browse through pages and pages of second hand Spick and Span. Good thing it was a hot day for it to dry out a bit sharpish
Second one was after I had managed to frig my girlfriend, now wife, off in the back of my car and ending up with me having a raging hard on bursting to cum. I asked her if she would do to me what I'd done for her. She was very reluctant but eventually put her hand on my trousers where I wanted. That was all it took.
Third one was about a year after we married. We went into BHS clothing store and she told me she needed new underwear. There we were standing in among all these bra's, panties, suspenders belts and basques when she dropped what she was holding. As she bent to pick the dainty bra up I pulled her ass close, wriggled a couple of times and hey presto, pants full of cum.
Fourth one was just a couple of years ago and was areal surprise. I was living and working in Amsterdam and the sights and sounds of the Red Light Districts, yes, there is more than one, were a favourite but the event occurred just after a rather voluptuous mature lady I worked with and I shared a meal. A little way from the restaurant she told me she urgently needed a pee. My place was much closer than hers so off we hurried. She went into the small room then sat there with a grin that would become the Cheshire Cat as she held the door open, raised her skirt to reveal she had been knicker less all the evening then sat and peed for The Netherlands. She peed and I filled my pants.
The good news was that it slowed me down when she agreed not to go home that night.

[vincez]

Originally Posted by MasterMike

This has happened to me twice. Back in the days before home video you had to go to a public theater if you wanted to jack to a porn film. I liked to go to the earliest shows because there were fewer patrons and a better chance of a little privacy. One morning it was pretty crowded. There were men in every row. Toward the end of the first film, I blasted off without ever laying a hand on myself. Really! Honest! I had to hurry through the lobby and down the street to my car, walking in a strange way so no one else could see the sticky mess on the front of my trousers.

A little more than a decade later, the same thing happened during a lap dance at a strip club.

So, c’mon. What about those embarrassing moments with the big wet stain on the front of your trousers. You can tell us. We’re all friends here.

Oh yes.
Oh yes.
I have written about it elsewhere. It is etched in my permanent memory.
When I graduated from high school, I began attending a third-run theater in downtown Chicago, the Monroe. It cost $1.50, or $1.25 if you got there before 12 noon. {I found out years later that if a theater in Chicago charged more than $1.50, it had to have more than one projectionist.}
The Monroe was a softcore house. Whether it was because of this that the minimum age was eighteen (I saw the listings for other theaters stipulating twenty-one.) is unknown. It had been presenting erotic movies since 1970. I didn't attend it every Sunday; but a lot of Sundays.
I saw a bunch of fascinating "Soft-'X'" movies there over the months of 1974. I recall the first movie I saw there was "The Case Of The Full Moon Murders", starring Harry Reems, and directed by Sean Cunningham.(!) I am certain the Monroe booked all the German Schulmachen Report movies that had been made up to then, as well as other European productions. Another German one that got into memory was later shown on Cinemax as "Has Anybody Seen My Pants?". (It had a climactic naked run / chase through a Spaten beer garden.)
About the most a "Soft-'X'" movie could show was an open pussy shot (showing pussy lips). But sometimes, the particular print had had those crucial seconds snipped.
I may dig through newspaper archives to see exactly when it was; but I seem to think it was June 1975 when I went to the Monroe another Sunday afternoon. I typically sat in row 8, 9, or 10, a little left of center, in the center seats. {How was I to learn that sitting in the left or right seats was a sexual code?} I arrived to see some portion of the first feature. I do not remember what it was. Because of what occurred with the second movie.
Its opening shot was an airborne one of a gridiron field. The title card appeared, "High School Fantasies". The tune, "Pomp And Circumstance" swelled on the soundtrack.
The second shot cut to a theater stage in what was presumably a high school. It panned past a megaphone and pompoms. It panned until it spotted a supine female, nude, legs spread, showing her pussy. This was arousing in itself. But then, the unexpected happened.
A nude male crouched into the scene. His cock was erect. (You almost never got this in a "Soft-'X'" movie.) Then, he plunged his cock into the pussy and began thrusting. No snips. My eyes locked onto the screen.
As I continued to process what was unreeling, I felt something pulsing in my lap. My hands were nowhere near my crotch! I may have scrawled, "I was not ready for this. Or rather, the unique part of the male body was the only thing ready for this."
I was transfixed upon the full-screen display of cock pounding pussy in missionary position. My cock erupted in orgasmic glory. {Talk about tantric sex.} I was wearing a baggy t-shirt which I had stuffed into my pants. But it wasn't extending all that way down to my underwear. As I felt sperm blazing into my briefs, I pulled the t-shirt out of my pants and draped it over my crotch. I think I shot six streams. I did not put a hand into my briefs to verify how much.
It is safe to utter that this particular scene warped me for life. Decades later, I still get aroused glimpsing the piston shot in a sex scene. Incredibly, in "High School Fantasies", this scene did not have an external money shot. I think there were only two in the entire movie.
Even without the hardcore imagery, "High School Fantasies" is a sensational movie. The explicit scenes only make it better. Everybody, everywhere should have this movie. (Yes, I have it.)
How did I survive the rest of the day? The layers of clothing both inside and outside my pants occluded any visible evidence. I was on a Chicago Transit Authority Sunday SuperTransfer. I was not about to go back home after this. I wound up in a washroom a few hours later. Then, I surveyed the damage.
This was not the first time I had had an orgasm. It was the first time I had a "no-hands" orgasm.
So, whenever asked if I remember my first explicit movie, I definitely do. I will publicly tell people it was "High School Fantasies". But I probably won't publicly admit I had an unexpected orgasm due to it.

[tamsmith]

No I haven't. But I am slowly getting to the age where I can piss in them very easily.

[Sharkhunter]

I've never cum in my pants in the transatlantic sense, but have when talking as a Brit. I'd just got back from work and my girlfriend was all over me, and having removed my jacket, shirt, shoes and trousers I was there in my socks and boxers waiting to burst. I desperately tried to hold back until I got my boxers off, but with one hand on her tits and another grabbing at her slick pussy this was always going to be physically impossible - especially with her rubbing my cock through the material.

I remember saying that I was going to shoot, but she just smiled and squeezed me down there even harder. After that familiar moment of light-headedness I started to feel all sticky as I emptied my balls.