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."

Hitchhiker On The Interstate

I was riding my enduro motorcycle the other day in my usual “uniform” — skintight faded levis and of course the mandatory black leather biker jacket.  I was headed down the interstate when my eyes beheld a guy by the side of the road thumbing a ride.  He was in a black leather jacket as well, but not as nice as mine, and unbelievably skintight faded levis.  I could not believe my eyes–I mean in this age of loose jeans here was a young stud in incredibly skintight faded levis, just like he had parachuted down from the 1970’s to today!  Naturally, I HAD to stop and check him out.  He was in his late teens or early twenties, average build, very good looking, and of course had the tight jeans to die for.
“Hey, you need a ride or something?”  I was a bit awkward, still in shock in seeing this guy in his painted on faded levis.
“Yeah, that would be great!”  He had a very nice smile, and he was clean cut and had sandy hair of slightly longer than average length, but very neatly trimmed.
“Hop on!” I beckoned to him.
He hopped on the back of my enduro motorcycle, sinking his skintight faded levis into the soft leather seat.  I could feel him move forward in the seat until he was fairly tight up against me and my leather jacket and skintight levis.
“Hold on!” I commanded as we took off.  He put his leather-clad arms around me and held on tight as we sped off down the interstate.  Man, feeling him hold me so tight and feeling his skintight levis up against mine was getting me hornier than I thought could be possible.
“You in a hurry?” I asked as I slowed down a bit so he could hear me through my helmet.
“Not really.”
“How about we go off road just a bit?”
“Hey, sounds like fun, let’s go!”
We headed off the interstate and down the side road to a dirt road and headed down it.  As the motorcycle bounced around more and more on the gravel road, he held on tighter than even while we were on the interstate.  Finally, I slowed down and pulled off the gravel road near some large rocks.  I killed the engine, and he dismounted the motorcycle, though it was tough because his jeans were so incredibly skintight.
“So where are you headed?” I asked.
“No where special.  I was just sick of being inside and needed to get out for a while.  How about you?”
“Well, I’m just out riding around, looking for cheap thrills.”  We both laughed, and his great smile became obvious.
“What kind of cheap thrills?”
“Oh, it’s just that I’m horny as hell, and don’t know what to do about it” I conveniently lied, knowing full well what I wanted to do about it!
“What would you like to do about it?”
I looked down at his skintight faded levis, and he noticed me looking at his tortured levis.
“I’d like to have some good looking guy feel me off in my skintight levis.”  Damn was I bold or what!  I guess I don’t mess around when I’m horny as hell!
“Would I do?”
“Are you kidding?  Look at your skintight levis!  I’m just imagining what you could do to mine!  Want to feel my tortured denim?”
“Yeah, sure, but only if you will feel mine.”
“Deal!”
My heart was racing about a million miles an hour.  Here was a young good looking stud decked out skintight faded levis and leather jacket about to feel my bulging cock trying to explode through my tortured super skintight levis!  I was getting super rock hard at just the thought, as well as being able to see his hard meat bulging in his skintight faded jeans.  He came around in front of me, and put his arms around me.  He rubbed my leather jacketed back, then his hands came down to my tight ass.  He rubbed my butt and felt the tortured denim and my patch pockets and bursting seams.  Then his hands came around the front of my jeans and began to rub my huge hard cock buried in my seriously overstretched levis.  I did not think it could grow any harder, but it did, and it was so confined in my tortured skintight jeans it almost hurt.  With one hand he rubbed and stroked my bulging mounded levis and with his other hand he felt my ass through the tortured faded denim.  My heart rate skyrocketed as I felt the incredible pleasure this guy was giving me.  It did not take me all that long to pump a huge load into my tortured levis.  The cum had nowhere to go in my skintight levis except through the denim, which it did in massive quantities!  He rubbed the hot manjuice all over the front of my skintight faded jeans and it felt really good to feel my hot cum being rubbed into my skintight jeans by this hot young stud.
“Thanks, dude, that was awesome!  It’s now your turn!”
As the young guy stood up straight in his leather jacket and tortured skintight levis, I began to rub his tight jeans all over.  The butt, the seams trying to rip out, his patch pockets with his wallet in the right one, and then around to the front of his beautiful overstretched levis.  His huge cock was growing even larger in its seriously confined area, and I thought it was going to bust out of the overstrained denim any moment, but the tight jeans held it in amazingly enough.  I rubbed and pumped his hard meat through the tight denim.  Oh man, it felt incredibly good to feel his cock through the tortured faded denim.  I rubbed it harder and harder and he started breathing irregularly and I could see the pleasure I was giving him by rubbing his rock hard cock seriously trying to burst out of his skintight levis.  I rubbed his meat softly through the denim, then harder and harder.  The denim felt incredibly good to my fingers.
Finally, after a few minutes of incredible pleasure to both him and me, he pumped a huge load of hot creamy manjuice into his torturously skintight levis.  Just like me, his hot cum had nowhere to go but through the tight denim.  Like what he did for me, I rubbed his hot cum all over the front of his tight jeans.  Oh, man, that hot cum felt so good as it oozed through the skintight jeans material.  I rubbed it all over the front of his tortured levis, and all over the bursting seams and his patch pockets.
I kissed him on the cheek.
“Man, dude, that was AWESOME!”
“Yeah, you were pretty hot yourself!” he admitted with a sheepish grin.
We got back onto the motorcycle, and as we breezed down the dirt road, his hands felt the skintight denim in my levis legs and ass.  The hot cum there was starting to dry a bit, and it was a bit sticky.  We got back to the road and I took him home, with him feeling my tight jeans, my now-hardening-again cock buried in my skintight levis growing every time he felt it through the tortured denim.  I could not believe my new-found friend, and wondered out loud where he had been all my life!
We exchanged phone numbers, and decided we’d have to get together again soon for some more incredibly fun hot skintight faded levis action between us.  When I got home I felt my enduro motorcycle seat, and all the cum that was now on it from his and my skintight levis.  And we did get together again, but those tales will have to wait for another day….

Top 10 Reasons That Skintight Levis 501s Are So Fine

Top 10 Reasons That Skintight Levis 501s Are So Fine

These are the top ten reasons that skintight levis 501s are so fine:

10.  When playing football with your buddies, all of them try to tackle you when you are running with the football just so they can really enjoy the feel of grabbing and groping your skintight faded levis 501s and what’s buried inside!  In fact, you might even enjoy it too!  Watching guys in skintight levis play football is so hot!
9.  When you wear them out on the street, it’s so much fun to see other guys check out your skintight faded levis 501s and drool all over themselves, either wishing they had a pair on as tight as yours, or wishing they were helping you enjoy yours up close and personal.
8.  The feel of that soft, skintight denim (no underwear!) rubbing against your cock makes the little critter very happy!  And when he’s happy, well, you just can’t help it but be happy too!  Walking in skintight levis is like getting a continuous massage  of your crotch and ass with every step you take!  Hell, no, it’s not LIKE getting a massage, it IS getting a massage!
7.  Riding a horse, bicycle or motorcycle is sheer pleasure in skintight levis 501s!  As a bonus, your ass does not get nearly as sore when it’s got the skintight levis hugging it!  Think of all the saddle sores that could have been prevented years ago when the west was being settled if only guys had worn their levis skintight!
6.  Skintight faded levis 501s are sheer joy to watch when they’re on another guy. They are even better to feel on another guy!  No matter what the guy is doing, he naturally looks great doing it in his skintight faded levis!
5.  If you don’t loan them out to friends, your skintight faded levis 501s are the ultimate in safe sex!  You can cum in them with complete safety and enjoyment!  No one has ever gotten a sexually transmitted disease from his own skintight levis!  Think of them as a skintight denim condom!–only reusable!  If guys only came in their skintight levis, not only would unwanted pregnancies be a thing of the past, but STD’s (sexually transmitted diseases) would eventually stop their spread!  Could it be that skintight levis could save civilization as we know it?  (ok, sorry–this should have gone in the list, “Top Ten Reasons how and why skintight levis can save western civilization.”)
4.  Doing anything in your skintight faded levis 501s is a lot more fun!  Yardwork, construction, shopping, going to work or school, riding a bike or motorcycle, or any other activity is much more fun when you’re in your skintight faded levis.  Even sex alone or with others.
3.  You can save tons of money by not having to buy underwear–your skintight levis 501s ARE your underwear!  As a bonus, you don’t even have to wash them, well, not as often, anyway!
2.  When you cum in them the stains make such neat designs–especially when you haven’t washed your skintight faded levis 501s for months–or years!  Scientists could use the stains in your tortured levis for “inkblot” psychological tests.  How you stain your skintight levis tells a lot about you.
And the number one reason that skintight faded levis 501s are so fine is…….
1. Loose Levis suck royally!

History Of Levis 501 Jeans

History Of Levis 501 Jeans

Little did Levi Strauss know what a revolution his jeans would cause, or how much pleasure they would give to millions all over the planet. When you enjoy something like levis 501s as much as I do, perhaps it pays to know a bit about their history.

1853 Levi Strauss arrives in San Francisco and opens a wholesale dry goods business, serving retailers in the American West.
1872 Jacob Davis, a Reno Nevada tailor, writes to Levi Strauss, telling him of the process he invented to rivet the pocket corners on men’s pants. He suggests the two men take out a patent on the process together.
1873 Levi Strauss & Jacob Davis are granted a patent on the process of riveting pants. (May 20) The pants - called “waist overalls” - have one back pocket with the Arcuate Stitching Design, a watch pocket, a cinch and suspender buttons.
1870s Two factories are opened in San Francisco to manufacture the waist overalls, made with copper rivets.
1886 The Two Horse Brand leather patch is first used on the waist overalls.
c1890 Lot numbers are first assigned to the products being manufactured. 501 is used to designate the famous copper-riveted overalls.
c1902 The overalls now have two back pockets.
1902 Levi Strauss dies at the age of 72.
1906 The San Francisco earthquake and fire destroys the headquarters and factories of Levi Strauss & Co. A new factory is built at 250 Valencia Street in San Francisco.
1922 Belt loops are added to the overalls, but the suspender buttons are still retained.
1936 The Red Tab Device is first placed onto the right back pocket of the waist overalls. The word “Levi’s” is stitched in white in all capital letters.
1937 The back pockets on the waist overalls are sewn so that they cover the rivets. This is in response to consumers who complained that the rivets scratched furniture and saddles. The suspender buttons are removed from the overalls. Consumers are given snap-on buttons in case they still want to wear suspenders.
World War II Changes are made to the waist overalls in order to conform to rules set by the War Production Board for the conservation of raw materials. The crotch rivet and back cinch are removed to save fabric and metal. The Arcuate Stitching Design is removed as the thread is decorative only and not vital to the usefulness of the garment. In order to keep the design on the pants, LS&CO. sewing machine operators paint it on each pair. Some speculate that besides saving metal for the war effort, another reason for removing the crotch rivet was that while cowboys stood or crotched in front of the campfire, the crotch rivet would heat up and pass that heat straight through to, well, the inside. That could be uncomfortable!
1954 A zippered version of the waist overalls is introduced.
1960 The word “overalls” is replaced by the word “jeans” in advertising.
1963 Pre-shrunk Levi’s jeans are introduced.
1964 The jeans become part of the permanent collections of the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C.
1966 The first television commercial for Levi’s jeans is aired.
1967 The rivets are removed from the back pockets and replaced with bar tacking.
1971 The word “Levi’s” on the Red Tab Device is now stitched in white with a capital “L” only; the “E” is changed to “e”.
1981 Levi’s 501 jeans for women are introduced, with the airing of the famous “Travis” television commercial.
1984 The renowned “Levi’s 501 Blues” television advertising campaign is launched at the summer Olympic Games in Los Angeles.
1992 Due to the interest in “vintage” Levi’s jeans on the part of consumers worldwide, LS&CO. introduces the “Capital E” jean in the United States. This also follows on the success of the vintage model created earlier by Levi Strauss Japan.
1993 Levi Strauss & Co. sponsors the “Send Them Home Search,” a contest to find the oldest pair of Levi’s jeans in the United States. The winning pair dates to the late 1920s.
1996 Building on the success of the Capital E product, a new series of vintage reproductions - called the Global Vintage line - is introduced in stores worldwide.
There–now you know a bit more about the jean that we all know and love.

The Wrangler Cowboy Experience

It turned out that I saw some slim fit straight-leg Wranglers on sale at a really low price, compared to what 501s often go for. I thought that I would have to see how skintight they could fit, having seen many young cowboys stuffed into them, and realizing that it might be a new and enjoyable experience to stuff myself into super skintight Wranglers. And they were fairly cheap, so if they ripped out in the process, it would not be a major loss. This is the story of what happened when I got out of my skintight faded 501s and into some skintight straight-leg Wranglers, a move that has paid many dividends since I bought them.

Not knowing the Wrangler sizing quirks, if any, and to be on the safe side, I bought the pair on sale about two inches too small in the waist, just to make sure they would be as skintight as possible when I painted them on. I guessed pretty correct, because when I first tried them on at home after washing them to make them a bit softer, I could barely get them on. But with great effort, I was able to finally button them, and zip them up (without underwear, of course!), and realized how great they felt. Man, they were unbelievably skintight all the way down to the knees, and felt incredibly good hugging my ass and my bulging crotch. Just putting them on would get me hard, and to break them in a bit, blew my hot creamy load in them several times, which was a great experience. These Wranglers seemed to be made of tougher denim than contemporary Levis 501s, and I felt they could be worn more skintight without fear of ripping them out. On thing I really like about these skintight jeans is that big beautiful outside seam all the way down the outside of the leg. When I see it really worn and faded on cowboys in skintight faded Wranglers, I get turned on by that. That, and the patch pockets with a wallet stuffed into one, and the prominent butt seam really bring out the most in a skintight Wranglers cowboy. Hey, maybe I’ve been missing something all these years!

I wore my skintight Wranglers when I rode my enduro motorcycle so they’d start to fade, especially in the seat with all that friction on the motorcycle seat. And I have to admit that sinking my super skintight Wranglers into my motorcycle seat and riding my bike out on dirt roads while sporting my skintight Wranglers makes and keeps me very horny! I’ve had the outside leg seam on skintight 501s rip out before, and so I really appreciated that that is quite unlikely with these skintight jeans and that heavily sewn seam down the outside leg. It’s almost as if the Wranglers are DESIGNED to be worn super skintight–that that’s how they were intended to be worn, and that thought alone is arousing to me.

Chance Meeting of Ben, the Cowboy

Check out that sexy tortured outside seam! Very nice! One mild summer evening I was out riding my enduro motorcycle out on a dirt farm road, with my painted-on Wranglers keeping me hard and horny all the way. In the distance I made out a person walking on the side of the road. I had no idea why he would be out walking unless maybe he lived nearby or was heading to a field to do some farming. After all, this was a dirt and gravel road that really didn’t go between any major intersections. Getting closer, I could make out that it was a guy walking, and he had a cowboy hat, and a nice shirt that was tucked neatly into an incredibly arousing pair of skintight faded Wranglers. He also had on some brown leather cowboy boots as well. Approaching from behind where he was walking, I could see that he looked fairly young. I had to check him out. I slowed my bike down and pulled up next to him, and lifted the shield of my helmet so I could talk to him.

“Are you lost?” I asked, not being able to think of a better intro line to use. After all, I was sort of choked up by how well he filled out his faded skintight Wranglers at the time. He turned to me, and I could see he was maybe about 20 or so, with very good-looking features, and an all-American image that was very sexy. I micro-glanced down enough to notice the bulge in the front of his skintight faded jeans, but didn’t want him to see me staring at his package.

“Naw, I’m just out for a walk,” he replied with a midwestern accent that was a cross between urban sophistication and rural honesty. He had a great smile, and his eyes were incredibly attractive blue ponds of deepness into his soul I thought to myself as I killed my engine to see if he’d be interested in further conversation. I sure hoped so! On the surface at least, he was the kind of guy that a skintight faded jeans lover would love to be around for just friendship or maybe more. It was by no accident that he was wearing skintight faded Wranglers I thought to myself.

“Nice bike,” he nodded approvingly as he looked it over, and very possibly was checking out my skintight jeans as well. I took off my helmet.

“Yeah, I love to ride it, especially out in the country.”

“I’ve got a four-wheeler myself, which is a blast to ride as well,” he admitted.

“You live around here?” I asked realizing that had to be the stupidiest question I would probably ask all day long!

“Yeah, just up the road a ways.”

“Oh, I almost forgot, my name’s Dave,” I injected.

“You almost forgot your name is Dave?” he laughed. A good-looking young skintight faded jeans guy with a great sense of humor. Who could ask more?

“I’m Ben.”

Ok, now for the one-two punch.

“Hey, I’d like to check out your four-wheeler if that’s ok with you Ben. I love those things. Why don’t you hop on and I’ll give you a ride back to your place–if that’s ok with you.” I knew I was coming on pretty strong, but “what the hell” I thought to myself.

Ben thought about it for a moment. “Ok, what the heck, sure.”

I moved forward in the big soft seat so Ben could mount the bike behind me. He’s about 6 feet, so had little problem mounting the bike and planting himself behind me. I looked down and saw his faded skintight denim-covered legs next to mine, and felt his crotch press against my ass as he positioned himself behind me. I was getting even harder just thinking about this guy pressed so close up against me, skintight denim to skintight denim. I felt that both of us guys wearing skintight Wranglers immediately gave the both of us a lot in common, and created an immediate bond, almost like we were both cowboys bonding together in our skintight Wranglers. He was one guy who I would not mind feeling his skintight jeans all over!

We headed down the road, and Ben put his left hand on my left shoulder to maintain his balance. That felt great. We rode for a couple of miles down that dirt road, and a couple of times along the way Ben shouted to me, “Dave, this is great!” I didn’t really know if he was talking about the ride on the motorcycle or being with another skintight Wranglers buddy, but I really didn’t care, either would be good.

“Hey, Dave, you wanna see this pond I often go swimming in?”

“Yeah, sure, Ben.” I was getting excited, because we were both starting to connect. Even if we never got past just enjoying looking at each other’s skintight Wranglers, just being around Ben was reward enough in itself. Even if nothing happened between us, it gave me great pleasure to know that I would definitely cream my skintight jeans later just picturing Ben in his faded skintight Wranglers on my bike with me, up tight against my skintight jeans. I wished I could tell him that, but of course could not at this time, at least.

He directed me off the dirt road to a dirt path for about a couple hundred yards that led to a small pond surrounded by trees. It was really nice there, quiet, serene, and in the cooling evening sky was no doubt a relaxing place to retreat to. We stopped next to the pond, and I planted my feet on the ground to stabilize the bike, and took off my helmet.

“Why were you out walking by yourself, Ben? Is it for exercise?”

“Naw, not really. Sometimes I just get really uptight and that’s what I do to relax.”

“Uptight?”

“Uh, yeah, you know . . . uptight, uh, I guess you could even say horny too–”

He stopped abruptly as if he was thinking he was revealing too much. After all, we had just met less than a half-hour ago.

“Man, Ben, if walking solved horniness, buddy, I’d be a marathon runner!” We both laughed.

“So you’re horny too?”

“Hell, yes, man, all the time!”

“So tell me Dave, what do you do about it?”

“You really want to know, Ben?” I didn’t want to progress our conversation so fast as to gross out the cute cowboy.

“Yeah, maybe I could learn something from you.”

I hesitated. Should I give Ben some BS line and change the subject, hoping to not gross him out, or should I go for the gold, take the risk, and make it an all or nothing prospect? I decided to go for it. The most he could do is hate me or ignore me, or desire to not be a friend. On the other hand, we could find out if we had some things in common.

I took a deep breath. “Well, Ben, I often blow my load in my skintight jeans.” Well, there, it was said. Those words could not be taken back, and I would have to play the hand I was dealt by Ben, whether he was grossed out, or not.

To my great relief, Ben broke into a big grin.

“Cool! You too?” I practically fell off my motorcycle when he said that! I was starting to get even hornier, if that is remotely possible!

“You do it alone?” Ben was definitely getting bolder in his curiosity about how I got my rocks off.

“Well, since I don’t have a jackoff buddy, I guess that means ‘yes.’”

“Dave,” Ben said softly, “you want to be my jackoff buddy?”

“That’d be great, Ben.” Man, I was getting so hard on I thought my bulging cock was going to rupture my skintight Wranglers.

”Now, Dave, I just want you to know that I haven’t shot my load in several weeks, so I should be really easy to cum.” I was so aroused at the thought of jacking off this young, virile yet innocent cowboy type guy in his skintight faded Wranglers who had not cum in several weeks that I was almost shaking with delight. This young, good looking potent cowboy in skintight faded Wranglers was going to trust me to pump him until he blew his hot creamy load in his tortured skintight jeans. Wow! Was I dreaming or was this really happening? If this was a dream, I was hoping I would not wake up anytime soon!

We both got off the bike, and with some hesitation and nervousness, we embraced each other. Ben took off his hat and put it on the seat of my bike. Then our skintight Wranglers met, crotch to crotch, feeling the other guy’s bulging cock so tightly against each other. With arms tightly around each other, we held each other and felt our tortured skintight Wranglers rubbing against the other guy’s. I could clearly feel Ben’s hard on growing bigger and bigger by the second. I reached down and around Ben to feel his skintight-Wrangler-covered butt, and the feel of those tortured seams, his bulging wallet, and that leather Wrangler patch on his patch pocket was incredibly arousing.

I started rubbing Ben’s incredibly hard cock buried beneath his faded skintight Wranglers, and it grew rock-solid and was clearly outlined in his soft, faded, yet skintight jeans. Ben must have been horny, because he was breathing very hard, and after stroking his hard meat for about a minute or so, he let out a moan. He started pumping his hot creamy load into his tortured skintight jeans. After a few moments, I felt the huge cum stain coming through his skintight Wranglers staining and wetting the faded skintight denim. I rubbed the hot creamy cum that was pouring through his skintight jeans all over his supertight ass and other tortured skintight parts of his Wranglers.

Ben then regained his composure, whispered a heartfelt “Oh, that was so fine, I needed that, buddy, thank you Dave” into my ear, kissed me on the cheek, and started to work on me. In a like manner, Ben stroked my hard cock buried in my skintight jeans, feeling the rock-hard cock, and my tight ass so tightly gripped by my skintight Wranglers that were painted on. After Ben was stroking me for a short while, I pumped a huge hot creamy load into my skintight jeans as well. Oh, man, it felt so incredible to have a guy like Ben pump my load in my skintight Wranglers! There are simply no words to adequately describe it! Ben made sure it got all over his hands, and then rubbed it all over his skintight Wranglers, mixing my hot creamy cum with his all over his faded skintight Wranglers. Watching him rub my hot creamy cum all over his skintight faded jeans made me feel really bonded with this young cowboy.

We relished the moment, hugged one another, and rubbed our cum-covered hands all over our buddy’s tight skintight-covered ass and crotch. We got on the bike and prepared to head out.

"Thanks, Ben, for that incredible experience!”

“Hey, buddy, the pleasure was nearly almost all mine,” he shot back with a grin. “You want to do this again sometime?” Man, I thought he’d never ask!

“Yeah, buddy, I’d love to have you as my jackoff buddy. How ’bout if I come over tomorrow and you show me that four-wheeler you got?”

“Sure. We can have some fun on that as well.” Oh yeah, fun it would be!

I took Ben back to his farmhouse and let him off, and we exchanged phone numbers. We agreed to meet again tomorrow, and check out his four-wheeler. Somehow, I felt that that would end up being an interesting experience as well.

“I’m really glad we met,” Ben admitted.

“Yeah, buddy, me too!”

As I headed back home as dusk approached, I thought how nice it was to have worn my skintight Wranglers this time out on my bike, and how nice they felt now, still skintight and covered in Ben’s and my hot creamy cum, which was starting to dry a bit.

I grinned as I thought about what adventures may await me and my new-found jackoff buddy. A buddy who by whatever twist of fate or circumstance, happens to love wearing skintight faded Wranglers, and loves to be around other guys in them as well. Even more than that, he loves to shoot his hot creamy load in them, and do the same for his jackoff buddy! You cannot ask much more than that!

PART TWO

I was really excited. Ben, whom I had met a few days ago, had called and wanted me to come (make that cum, I guess!) over and check out his four-wheeler. Of course both of us knew we’d be checking out a lot more than just his four-wheeler! There would be some serious skintight faded Wranglers action, culminating in both of us hopefully cumming hard for each other — at least that’s what I was hoping would happen!

It was another mild summer evening, not too hot, when I headed out to Ben’s place. In the few days since our first very exciting encounter, I had worn my skintight Wranglers as much as possible, and washed them a couple of times in hottest water to help them begin to naturally fade, and soften up a bit. I think I was successful, for tonight, they were not only super skintight, but they were softer and more faded than the other night, which really aroused me, and hoped that Ben would like them as well.

Got on my enduro motorcycle, and headed out. Man, I was getting hard already just wearing those skintight and now partly faded Wranglers. Getting on my motorcycle in those tortured skintight jeans and looking down at my skintight legs with that big outside seam was turning me on. I knew that Ben would agree. Still hard under my skintight jeans, I headed out to Ben’s place.

When I pulled up to Ben’s farm (or more correctly, his parents’ farm), he was outside sitting on the porch, and greeted me as I approached the house. Damn, I swear that Ben was in even more skintight faded Wranglers than the time before it seemed to me. In any case, he was really hot in them, and I could see the nice bulge in his crotch just waiting for my willing hand to stroke it until it shot its hot creamy load before long, hopefully!

“Hi, Ben.”

“Hey, Dave, thanks for coming back tonight. I think you’ll like my four-wheeler.”

“Sure, let’s check it out! Where is it?”

“Its in the pole barn over there.” Ben pointed to an out building about a couple of hundred yards away.

“Hey, Ben, VERY nice Wranglers, but damn, buddy, they’re too loose on you!”

Ben laughed. “Hell, Dave, these are my most skintight faded jeans–I’ve had these for years, and I can barely breathe in them! I knew you would want me in my most skintight faded Wranglers, so I did my best to please you.”

“I’m NOT disappointed, buddy!” He was right, they WERE insanely skintight and faded, and I thought they could burst out if he just so much as bent over. His bulge was starting to grow bigger, so I guess he was glad to see me as well.

“You’ve been working on your Wranglers, haven’t you,” he commented and smiled as he ran his hand up and down my leg, feeling the skintight denim and the outside seam.

“Yeah, I didn’t want you to be the only one of the two of us to be in skintight faded Wranglers! Hop on, Ben, let’s go check out your toy!” Ben looked a me and than laughed. “I mean your four-wheeler, you horny stud!” We both laughed at the implication. I straddled my enduro motorcycle to brace it for Ben to climb aboard for us to ride over to the barn. Damn, he sure looked hot in those skintight faded Wranglers! He swung one leg over the bike, and placed his tight ass right in the middle of the soft seat, and his skintight faded Wranglers were rubbing against my skintight jeans; I could look down and see his skintight-covered legs up next to mine, only his were more faded, and his outside seam was more worn and rugged. I fired up the engine, and we headed over to the building where the four-wheeler was kept. It also held an array of other farm equipment as well. We got off my bike, and I took off my helmet. Ben had a really nice four-wheeler, with huge balloon tires, a big seat that looks like it would hold about 10 people, and a rack in back for taking stuff along.

“Very nice toy,” I told Ben as I checked it out, walking around it. Ben was beaming.

“Well, Dave, let’s check it out!”

Ben got on the four-wheeler and sank his faded skintight Wranglers into the soft overstuffed seat. Seeing his outside leg seam so worn and bulging really made him look hot on that toy. He nodded for me to climb on, and I could barely lift up my leg to swing it over the back my Wranglers were so skintight. But I managed to get on, and Ben started the engine, and we took off. This was a nice twist, for a change. I was now riding behind Ben, my skintight Wranglers up tight against his tight ass in his skintight faded jeans. He looked so hot and horny sitting so close, and his virility was quite arousing and making me even hornier. I kissed him on the neck, and the smell of his skin and cologne was almost hypnotic.

We headed out to some grassy fields where Ben told me about their place as we went along. When Ben went over some small rocks, the four-wheeler bounced around a bit, and I grabbed a hold of Ben around his chest and held on tightly. When we had gotten back onto less rocky ground, my hands slid down his chest and rested on his skintight faded denim-covered legs. Damn, his skintight denim felt so soft, yet tough, and I felt that outside seam that I liked so much. I could tell Ben was liking it, and then put my hands down to feel his rock-hard skintight denim crotch area with his hard hot meat buried within. I rubbed his hardon, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

“Mmmmmmmm, Dave, that feels great!”

“Yeah, Ben, for me too!”

We rode around like that for about five more minutes, and then Ben stopped the four-wheeler. “Damn, Dave, you’ve gone and made me so horny, that now I need you to help me shoot my hot load in my skintight jeans.”

Those words were music to my ears. “Sure, buddy, anything for my skintight faded Wranglers buddy!” We both got off the four-wheeler, and Ben stood next to it in all his skintight faded jeans glory. Damn, that bulge was huge in his skintight jeans, and I could not wait to help him do something about it.

I had a thought. “Ben, is it ok if I treat you like a cow?”

“Huh, what are you talking about?”

“Well, buddy, if you were a cow, I’d love to milk you!” Ben got a really wide grin at that thought.

“Sure, Dave, I want you to milk me for all I’m good for. Milk me until I pump my huge load of hot creamy delicious cum into my skintight jeans. Milk me until there ain’t any more hot manjuice for you to milk outta me!” Man, all that talk about “milking” him in his skintight Wranglers was getting me really horny as well.

So I started milking my buddy for all he was good for. “I’m going to milk you, you skintight jeans stud, and I want you to cum hard and hot in your skintight faded jeans, and pump every ounce of your hot creamy cum into them.” Ben was really getting off on that. I was rubbing his hard cock buried so tightly in his skintight jeans, and feeling his super-tight ass crammed into the skintight Wranglers. He was feeling no pain at the moment, I knew that! Finally, after telling him how I was going to milk him for every ounce of his hot manjuice, and feeling and repeatedly stroking his huge hardon trying to burst through his skintight faded jeans, he blew his hot creamy load into his skintight faded Wranglers.

Ben started breathing hard and heavy. Pump, pump, pump, man, he was pumping what seemed like gallons of hot creamy cum into his tortured skintight jeans. It immediately started seeping through the tortured denim, and seeing that huge wet creamy cum spot grow on the front of his skintight jeans was so arousing for me. I reached down and was rubbing his wet spot soaked with hot creamy cum, and then rubbing that hot manjuice all over his skintight jeans, and my own. I wanted to have a lot of this manly stud’s hot creamy cum on my skintight jeans as well as his own.

Finally, Ben caught his breath again, and was totally enjoying the pleasure that I had just helped him experience while pumping his skintight jeans full of his hot creamy manjuice.

“Ok, Dave, now let me milk you like you did me.” Oh crap, I knew this was going to be a fun ride!

Ben started feeling my hard cock, and reaching around and feeling my tight ass so tightly filling in my skintight semi-faded Wranglers. Feeling this young stud’s hands all over my skintight jeans, the front, and the back, was making me very hot and horny. I knew that I wanted to shoot a load of hot manjuice as large as Ben did if I could. Ben got down on his knees and started kissing my skintight Wranglers, first on the back patch pocket seams, the butt seam, and then around in front, where he was kissing and licking my now rock-hard cock trying to burst through my tortured jeans. Feeling him kiss and lick my hardon was making it even harder. “I’m going to milk you, you hot stud,” Ben was telling me in between kisses and licking.

He started concentrating on my bulging cock buried beneath my skintight jeans. He started rubbing it, softly at first, and then harder and harder, and it kept growing harder and harder with each stroke of his virile hand. Finally, after feeling me off there for about a minute, I pumped a huge load of hot creamy cum into my skintight Wranglers, and just like me, Ben felt my hot manjuice seeping through my skintight jeans and onto his hands, and was rubbing that juice all over his skintight Wranglers and mine as well, especially all over the ass part. Both of us had been “milked” of our hot creamy loads, and felt really bonded with one another, just like last time. Two skintight faded Wrangler jackoff buddies being as one, bonding as a single unit, totally immersed in the erotic look and feel of the skintight denim on ourselves and our jackoff buddy.

We both got our breath, and thanked each other for helping us lose our hot creamy load of cum in our skintight jeans. We hopped back on the four-wheeler, and headed back toward the pole barn. I felt a certain closeness to Ben that is impossible to explain if you haven’t been there. Two guys, seriously into skintight faded Wrangler jeans, enjoying pumping the other guy in his skintight jeans until he cums hard and pumps his hot creamy load in his tortured faded denim–now that’s a bonding experience I can really relate to.

“Ben, how are you going to go into the house with that huge stain of hot creamy manjuice all over your tight jeans?”

“I’ll just have to be creative I guess.” Ben pulled out his shirt, which until now had been neatly tucked into his skintight jeans. The shirt pretty much covered the huge cum stain on the front of his tortured Wranglers.

“That looks pretty good, I think that will work,” I encouraged him. After all, I did not want him to get into any trouble or we might not be able to further bond any more in our faded painted-on Wranglers. “I’ll call you and we can get together again soon, ok?”

“Yeah, sure, Dave. I loved it! You are one hell of a jackoff buddy, you know that?”

“Aw shucks,” I replied as I put on my helmet and approached my bike. “Comon, I’ll give you a ride back.”

"Thanks, Dave, but I’ll walk back up. The feel of all the hot manjuice in my jeans when I walk is great. And with every step I take, it’s like someone massaging my hard cock. Plus, I want some of the hot creamy cum to dry up a bit before I head back into the house.”

“Ok, buddy. I’ll call you or you call me and we’ll get together again soon, ok?”

“Not soon enough for me,” Ben laughed. “But guess I’ll just have to live with that, huh?”

As I headed back out of his place and onto the dirt road, I thought once again how fortunate I was to have a jackoff buddy like Ben, and how much I loved him. Yeah, we were using each other to get off our rocks in our skintight Wranglers, but there was starting to develop a real caring and love, something that went beyond the tortured skintight faded Wranglers each of us wore and loved so much and us “milking” each other until we unloaded our hot creamy loads of manjuice into our skintight faded jeans. I could not wait until we got together again! Until then, I’d have to keep working on getting my Wranglers as faded, yet as skintight, as Ben’s were. I knew that would arouse him even more. This was one task that I was going to enjoy.

I was hard all the way home thinking about my jackoff buddy, what had happened, and what I looked forward to our jackoff sessions in the future. I knew that until Ben and I met up again, I’d be pumping a lot of hot creamy cum into my skintight Wranglers, thinking about my buddy and what he and I would do if he were there with me.

As I headed back home as dusk approached, I once again thought how nice it was to have worn my skintight Wranglers to visit my new jackoff buddy on my bike, and how nice they felt now, still skintight and covered in Ben’s and my hot creamy cum, just like the first time. I beamed as I thought about what adventures may await Ben and I in the future. It is great to have a buddy who loves wearing skintight faded Wranglers, and loves to be around other guys in them as well. And the best part is that he loves to shoot his hot creamy load in them, and do the same for me!