The flying experience

I had an occasion to travel recently. I was walking through an airport dressed in my usual skintight faded Levis hoping to see someone else either enjoying the view of my skintight denim or perhaps wearing skintight denim himself. Today most travelers in airports do not wear hardly anything skintight so there is hardly anything to look at or enjoy. Anyway after a while my eyes caught a young guy in his early 20s dressed in a way that is very exciting and arousing for me. He was wearing very beautiful tortured skintight faded Levis practically painted on his butt, his crotch, and his legs.

I got very excited seeing this young man in these beautiful skintight Levis. I followed him for a while in the airport keeping my distance but enjoying the view of that skintight faded denim on his ass. I wanted very much to interact with this young man so that I could get a closer look at his beautiful skintight denim and perhaps let him enjoy the view of my faded skintight Levis as well. In my mind I would somehow be able to say to him "very nice jeans you are wearing." Hopefully that would open a dialogue between him and me and allow us to talk about both of our love of skin tight faded jeans. In fact that is actually what I did. So I approached him and start a dialogue and looked down at his bulging crotch and the faded skintight denim. I noticed he was looking occasionally at my crotch and a slight smile came on his face when he saw my bulging skintight denim. This guy was so beautiful; he had blonde sandy hair, a beautiful smile, and he was well proportioned and how can I pass over those skintight faded Levis painted on him that were absolutely unbelievable. I knew that for me it was now or never so I got up my nerve and confessed to him, "those are some awesome jeans you're wearing guy." What is the worst that he could do? I suppose he could tell me to get out of his face, or tell me to get lost, but I thought what have I to lose by going for it all here and now.

He took one look at my bulging skintight Levis and said, "your jeans are not too bad either." Oh man, when he said that I knew that was an opening for me to continue the conversation. I was excited beyond belief.

"Hey, man, every chance I get I wear my skintight jeans everywhere I go all of the time."

He replied, "dude that is so hot, I do that as well." By that time both of us were so hard in our skintight faded denim and definitely checking out each other's beautiful faded skintight jeans and dreaming of a moment when we might get to feel each other's skintight denim.

As crazy luck would have it, it turned out that we were both scheduled for the same flight. How insane is that? On top of that we actually were scheduled to sit next to each other in a side-by-side seat. We both boarded the plane about the same time, and I was scheduled to be in the aisle seat, and he was scheduled to be in the window seat. I took my seat first and when he boarded the plane he practically had to crawl over me to get to the window seat. Seeing his skintight jeans-covered ass pass right in front of my face as he moved to his seat was an incredible treat. The tortured bulging seams of his skintight Levis were just literally inches in front of my face. I was looking forward to an amazing flight with this young guy. He told me that his name was Mark and that he was headed home on this flight which it turns out was also my home. I sat there looking down at his beautiful skintight jeans covered legs, and practically drooling at the sight.

The airplane took off shortly and it turned out that were no people sitting immediately around us at that time. Soon after the plane took off Mark turned to me and asked, "would it be okay if I felt those skintight jeans a little bit?"

"Are you crazy dude, I would love to have you feel my skintight Levis." Mark's hand came over and I felt his warm hand on the skintight denim on my leg and I was looking down at the skintight denim on his leg and I was in heaven. I was so hard in my skintight jeans I thought I was going to blow my load any second but worked to keep from doing that because I did not want to have a huge stain on the front of my skintight faded Levis. After all I was not wearing anything under them and was sure that Mark also was going commando in his skintight jeans as well.

With Mark stroking my legs and it feeling so good I thought I would reciprocate and reached my hand over and started stroking his skintight denim on his legs as well. I could clearly see the bulge of his cock in his skintight denim and how a little bit of pre-cum was now visible on the skintight denim where his cock was bulging through trying to burst out through those skintight Levis. Both Mark and I were extremely aroused and were enjoying the feel of each other's skintight jeans. All through the flight whenever it was safe to do so we were feeling off each other and finally got to the point where I actually was stroking Mark's hard cock in his skintight Levis to the point where I thought he was about to cum at any time.

As the plane was coming in for a landing the feeling of Mark's hand on my skintight bulging Levis combined with the vibration of the plane led me to blow my load in my skintight faded Levis even though that was not my plan or desire. Mark smiled and looked down as he saw me begin to blow my load in my skintight Levis. A patch of hot creamy cum stained the front of my skintight faded Levis to where it was almost impossible to hide it. Mark kept stroking me to the point where the hot man juice was getting on his hand as he was stroking my hard cock which was now blowing its load in my skintight faded Levis. I noticed that Mark also had come in his skintight jeans and had a nice stain on the front of his tortured Levi's as well. My hand was getting covered with Mark's hot man juice as well as he blew his load in his skintight tortured Levis as well. We both pulled out our shirts so that it would cover the huge cum stains on our skintight jeans. We both got off the plane with our shirt tails wagging to cover the obvious stains in our tortured skintight Levis. We decided that that was so much fun that we would have to meet again soon to repeat the enjoyable time even if an airplane was not involved. So we exchanged phone numbers and planned to meet again soon to enjoy something that both of us truly loved, namely the look and feel smell taste and touch of our ultra-skintight faded Levis and blowing our hot creamy man juice in them. That was one airline flight that I would not forget anytime soon. It sort of gave a new twist to the phrase, "cum fly with me."