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Back in the early 70s I was 14 and I asked my Mom if I could get a pair of Levi jeans like the cool kids in school wore. She agreed and we drove into Red Bank to the Army Navy store there. The salesman approached to help measured my waist and inseam and asked if we wanted 501s or 505s not knowing the difference we asked. Mom quickly responded zipper fly. He brought me over a pair of 505s to try on. I remember the smell and feel of the ridge denim and went into the dressing room. My little dick got hard from the aroma and feel of the heavy denim. I pulled off my tight well worn tan Sears jeans and quickly pulled the Levis over my tenting white Jockey Briefs and zipped them up. As I rubbed my crotch and looked in the mirror I noticed a pair of 501s hanging behind the door They were even more stiff and looked cool with buttons on the fly. I pulled off the 505s and slid on the 501s over my now ragging boner. As I tried to button them I started to drip precut into my undies. Just them Mom yelled in "how do they fit". I responded great and continued to grind the buttons into my rock hard dick. Being 14 I didn't know exactly why but it felt so fucking good.
A few minutes later the salesman opened the dressing room door and started to check the fit shoving his had into my waistband and over my ass. Looks like these r a little tight on u. " Are these the pair I gave u?" No I responded but found them in here as he noticed my hard wet dick in the partly buttoned fly he reached in and jerked me off and I quickly shot a huge load into his hand. My Jean fetish now began He cleaned all my cum up with the other 505s and told me to quickly put my old jeans back on. My dick remained rock hard as I pulled up my old Sears jeans. Using my untucked tee shirt to cover my tenting jeans. He brought the 501s out to my Mom and explained that she would need to wash them to soften them a bit. She paid and we left the store.
When they came out the dryer later that day I could not wait to pull them fuckers on again and feel what I felt earlier. They were even tighter on me know and had a hard time buttoning the fly over my boner but the feeling drove me nuts as I humped my pillow until I soaked my tee shirt and abs after a few seconds
Over the next months I wore those jeans almost every day and noticed both guys and chicks checking me out. They began to fade shrink and soften as time went by and felt even better.
After school sometimes a few of my buds would hang out and wrestle each other, sometimes taking our shirts off and giving each other's wedgies and gropin each other. My friend Joe was a year younger than me and smaller. He still wore those light blue sears jeans like the tans ones I have. He loved to wrestle but really was no match for me. I could easily fling him at will as he tried to attack me. I would pin him down and press my crotch into his face as I pulled his white jockeys up tight into his ass crack as he moaned in pain as his ball were pressed tight. I noticed his little dick was hard as fuck I reached over while he was pinned down at my mercy and shoved my hand into his tight jeans. The snap to his fly popped as I jerked him off. He moaned as I rubbed his little hard dick. Yeah u fuckin like that huh Joe u little fuckin fag.
Your tiny dick is so hard from checking me out and sniffing my crotch. He just moaned in Exstacy I pulled his jockeys tight up around his nuts while I rubbed his throbbing dick
I flipped him over started to grind my hardon against his hot jeans ass as I continued to jerk his dick. He moaned like a chick getting fucked.
I was coming in my 501s as he squirmed.
Later that day my older cousin Justin stopped over and ate dinner with us. He was 17 and just started driving so he was my best bud. He was a little taller than me and more muscular. He noticed I started wearing 501 so he brought 3 of his older pairs that no longer fit him. He said to enjoy them as they saw lots of good times. We used to wrestle in his basement a few years ago, he enjoyed dominating me .
When Justin left, I took the stack of jeans up to my room and quickly locked the door
To be continued
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