Well, it was time to head to the mall to get yet another pair of skintight levis 501s.  Just cannot get enough of those jeans!  I headed to the JC Penney at the local mall, who just happened to have a full compliment of real, shrink-to-fit 501s.  None of that stonewash crap for this guy!  I want the real thing!

It was a weekday morning, and the store had just opened, so it was pretty much deserted, which was fine with me.  When I'm looking for my 501s I don't want a lot of distractions.  Before I buy a pair, I examine it very closely to see that it is perfect in all respects, that every seam and stitch is perfect and without flaw.  I wear them so skintight that any flaws could cause embarrassing failures of seams or material, which would be unthinkable for me.  While jeans are just jeans to most guys, my skintight 501s are very special to me, and must be perfect in all respects to be acceptable for purchase.

The corner of my eye caught a guy heading this way from the aisle.  A 20-something young guy, about 6', tall, clean cut and nice looking from my casual glance.  And then he rounded the corner and I could get a glimpse of him in full and chills went up and down my spine.  This young stud was wearing an incredibly beautiful pair of skintight 501s too!  They looked so fine on him, I was starting to get hard just glancing at him as he headed my way.  I noticed a nice bulge in his crotch, and assumed that he might not be wearing any underwear either!

I could not believe it!  The young stud was heading right toward me!  I continued to check out the 501s in the shelves into which they were displayed, but was carefully watching this guy out of the corner of my eye as well.  I could see that he had on a dark leather members-only type leather jacket and a t-shirt beneath.

He stopped right next to me, and was checking out the 501s as well!  I noticed that he at least once glanced down at my faded skintight 501s and cracked the smallest of smiles on his face as if to acknowledge me.  At one point, I squatted down to check out the 501s on the bottom shelf, with his skintight 501s just inches from my face, I was getting really turned on by such a close encounter with a obvious tight levis lover.

I stood back up after getting a great closeup view of his bursting seams at eye level for what was way too short a time.  "Looking for 501s?" I asked him as casually as I could muster.  He turned to me and with a slight nervousness, but a nice grin, said, "Uh, yeah. You?"  He glanced down at my incredibly tight faded 501s and I could tell he was liking what he was seeing.  I know I was liking what I was seeing on him!

Well the ice had been broken, and I was elated about that.  "Man, 501s are the only thing for me," I said, looking through the shelves of 501s, hoping he would grab the bait.

"Uh, yeah, that's all I wear, too," he came back, with both of us still nervous about our chance meeting.  Later I found out that both of us wanted the same thing, and admired each other equally, especially in our skintight faded 501s.

"Man, I do everything in my 501s, including sleep in them sometimes," I admitted, deciding to go for it and be more obvious in my love of tight levis.

"Everything?" came the reply.  I could tell he was catching the bait.  With even more confidence, I chuckled when I said in a low tone, "Yeah, everything, dude, including blowing my load in them!"

I could see the guy was stunned by my admission, and froze there for a moment as if to try to believe that I said what I had just said.  But I decided that either I was going to have this guy as a tight levis buddy, or lose him completely, and knew it would be up to me to carry the ball.

"Wow," he said softly.  "Me too."  All this time we were looking not at each other, but at the display of beautiful 501s that were directly in front of us.  Finally, I turned to face him and he continued to look at the display.  I could see his profile in the overstretched levis, and could see the side seam of his skintight levis straining to keep from bursting out.  "My name's Dave."  He turned to me, and extended his hand.  "Hi, I'm Philip."  Well, I decided to go in for the kill.  "Philip, ever do it with another guy?"  Man, I could not believe what I was saying out loud, even if it was in a very quiet voice.  But this guy was so incredible and his 501s so incredibly skintight that I could not help myself!

"Uh, do what?" Philip thought he knew what I was talking about, but I guess he wasn't positive.

"Uh, you know, blow your load in your levis with a buddy."  I saw his facial expression change as he comprehened my question.  He took a few long breaths, and then softly replied, "No, uh, have you?"  I could tell he was somewhat stunned at my boldness, but seemed intrigued by me, and seemed to be enjoying our exchange, even if it was a bit nervous.

I smiled at the incredibly clad guy standing next to me.  "Yeah, I like it a lot."

Philip swallowed, and then softly said, "Ya wanna....."  He didn't finish the sentence, but shrugged his shoulders and I knew exactly what he meant.

"Sure, if you do."  We looked each other dead in the eyes, and we with our eyes could say what our voices could not.

"Where?" he softly said, looking down at my crotch which was now trying to hide a fairly huge hardon and I knew he knew it, for his crotch was bulging obviously as well, much more than before we started talking.

"How about the fitting room?" I glanced over to it which was just a short distance away.  Philip nodded, and then smiled at me.

"We better take in a pair of levis to try on, just in case somebody is looking," I suggested.

We both grabbed a pair of 501s from the shelf and then I told Philip, "You go first, and then I'll follow behind."

We both started heading toward the fitting room, Philip ahead of me.  Man, the sight of that young guy walking ahead of me and the view of his tight butt and the skintight faded 501s clinging so tightly to his body, and the butt seam digging so deeply into his tight ass was really turning me on!

He selected the fitting room at the far end.  No one else was around.  We entered the room, and latched the door shut.  We stood in front of each other for a moment, relishing the view of each other's skintight faded levis 501s topped with a leather jacket.

We moved closer together, and awkwardly put our arms around the other guy.  The feel of the young tight levis stud in my arms, with his leather jacket over the bursting 501s was getting me super hard.  I could hear him moan quiely with delight as he held my black leather biker jacket so tightly, and our crotches rubbed together.  We stood there in each other's arms for at least a minute, just enjoying the warmth and feel of the other guy's body so close to ours.  The faint odor of his cologne was combining with the smell of his and my leather jacket to create a smell sensation that was enhancing the whole experience.

As we loosened our grip on each other, I softly asked, "Philip, you want me to get you off first?"

"Mmmm-mmmmh," was his reply.  I can tell he was enjoying this moment maybe even more than I was.  After all, he had admitted that he had never done this before, and I could tell he was liking it so far, apparently very much.  I know that I sure was!

As he stood there in the middle of the small fitting room, I moved behind him and knelt down on the hard floor facing his tight-levis-covered tight ass.  As I started kissing, caressing and licking his skintight faded levis-covered butt I reached around and started feeling his huge tool trying to burst through his tortured levis.  His eyes were closed, and he was almost as if in a trance, totally giving himself over to me.  I really liked chewing on the faded, worn butt seam of his tight levis, and kissing his seams of the patch pockets, the little red "Levis" tab, and every seam on his seriously overstretched 501s.  I was rubbing, feeling and stroking his huge mound on the front of his tight levis, and he was very quietly moaning with pleasure as I was feeling and massaging his huge shaft through that tortured denim.

The feel of his huge shaft beneath that skintight faded denim combined with the feel of his skintight levis-covered ass against my lips and face, and the delicate smell of the denim and his body underneath was greatly turning me on.  And the harder I was getting, the harder I was stroking his mounded levis.  Finally, he let out a louder moan, and I could feel his pelvis thrust forward several times as he was blowing his hot creamy load in his skintight faded 501s.  For nearly 15 seconds I could feel and hear him pumping his hot creamy load into his overstretched 501s, and I was getting great pleasure in knowing I had helped this young guy enjoy me and his skintight 501s in such a pleasurable way.

After he had pumped his huge load of hot creamy cum into his tortured levis, he turned around, and I saw this huge dark stain on the overstretched denim of his left leg, and the hot creamy manjuice was seeping through since his levis were so skintight that it could go nowhere else!  I rubbed the hot creamy juice over the front of his levis, and with my palm drenched in it, rubbed his ass with his manjuice and then rubbed my own levis with the juice as well.

I stood up, and he embraced me tightly, the smell and sound of our leather jackets rubbing so tightly against each other, and he kissed me on the face several times and said, "Dave, that was incredible!  Man, you are the greatest!"  I smiled at him, and kissed him several times, and replied, "Philip, I'm really glad you enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed it?--man, it was like nothing else I've ever experienced.  I cannot believe how good it felt to have you get me to blow my load in my tight levis.  Now, I wanna do you."

"Ok," I said.  I sure wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.

Taking his cue from me, Philip and I reversed positions.  I was so hard already from getting my newfound tight levis buddy to come that I knew it wouldn't take much to put me over the edge.

Philip started kissing and chewing on the seams and patch pockets of my tortured levis as he started feeling my still-hard shaft.  I closed my eyes, and just the thought of this young stud giving and receiving so much pleasure, kissing my super tight levis-covered ass all over and feeling my hard shaft, was pushing me to the brink.  Finally, I too moaned when I blew my huge hot creamy load into my skintight faded levis.  Because I blew my load often in my tight levis at home, I didn't have as much manjuice to pump as Philip.  But it was enough to create a nice stain in my overstretched levis denim.

Philip started rubbing my wet cum-stained denim, and rubbing that hot manjuice all over the front and back of my levis and onto his own tight levis as well.  He got up, and we embraced once again.  "Thanks buddy," I told him softly, "that felt incredible."

"Man, I never knew how much fun it was to help a buddy in tight levis blow his load before," he admitted.  "Or," as he smiled at me, "to have a tight levis buddy help me blow my load in my skintight jeans."

"Guess we better get out of here, eh?" I suggested.  He nodded.  We both grabbed our still-untried on 501s and as we started to head out of the fitting room, I turned to Philip and pulled out his t-shirt from his jeans.  It partially covered his huge stain of manjuice on the front of his tight levis.  He then pulled out my t-shirt to help cover my stain which was not as prominent, but noticeable nevertheless.

We put the 501s back on the shelf.  "You gonna get any levis today?" I asked.  "Not today, buddy," came his reply.  "Maybe tomorrow."

"Yeah, me too," I added.  Hey, want to come back with me tomorrow to get some 501s?"

Philip shrugged his shoulders and smiled.  "Yeah, sure, Dave."

We headed out of the store by the route that would have us meet the least people who could see our hightly stained tight levis.  Once outside, we both laughed so hard at what had just taken place, and how much fun it had been.  We exchanged phone numbers and decided to get together that night to go eat and then hang out together.  Subsequent skintight levis escapades will have to wait for a future story.
 

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