This is the story of how my campus "Skintight Faded Levis 501s Poets Society" as it became known as got started.  Some of the other later stories on this site will cover the activities of this club and its horny members.

It was a cool fall day at the university.  Definitely winter was on its way.  So most guys on campus had retired their shorts and were now into something a bit warmer.  It was a Saturday afternoon, and I was in my dorm room with the door ajar.  A guy opens it, "John, wanna play some football?"  "Sure!  Be right there."  I headed out toward the field near the dorm wearing my beautifully faded skintight levis 501s.  They were so skin tight that I was getting a great massage of my cock with every step I took.  I could feel my tortured butt seam separating my butt cheeks and that felt really hot!

There were maybe a dozen to 15 guys out there on the field.  The rules were that it was tackle below the waist, but no excessive force, since nobody had on pads or helmets.  The team I was on had another guy from my dorm who was apparently into skintight faded levis 501s, and I noticed there were two guys on the other team who well endowed in skintight 501s.  I was thinking how much I might enjoy this game after all!

We started playing, and I always tried to block one of the tight levis studs on the other team.  A couple of times I was thrown the ball, and often one of the tight levis guys on the other team would bring me down.  More than once I would feel the palm and fingers of their hand against my tight bulging crotch when I was tackled down to the ground.  We'd both lie there for a few seconds, enjoying what each of us was feeling.  And whenever possible, I'd tackle one of them, and return the favor.  Feeling their overstretched tight levis crotch as they fell to the ground was getting me hornier, and I was fearful that my own cock would start to grow in my skintight faded levis and reveal more than I wanted at that time.

We played for over an hour, and having those three skintight 501s studs around made it a total treat for me.  Just watching them in their skintight faded 501s was something I thought I could go on doing forever!  I was hoping the game would never end!  Every time one of them moved, ran, bent over, or even walked, I got a great view of his hard meat in his skintight faded jeans or a nice view of his tight butt in those tortured levis.  One guy had a large wallet in his right back patch pocket, and you can see where the tight jeans had faded around that bulging wallet so tightly packed into those skintight levis.  I could not imagine how the other guys who were not in skintight levis could NOT help but notice us skintight levis dudes and our tortured levis.  Once I was tackled by one of the guys not in skintight levis, and I clearly felt his hand on my meat when we hit the ground.  Whether this was just a coincidence or whether the guy wanted to feel my hard cock I may never know.  Toward the end of the game, I separately suggested to each of the skintight levis guys that he come up to my dorm room after the game to hang out.  Each one glanced down at my dusty, slightly sweaty, skintight levis and the bulging meat so tightly packed inside, and easily agreed to do so.

The game was finally over as the sun was starting to set, and the four of us went back to my dorm room.  My roommate was gone home that weekend, so it was just us skintight levis loving guys.  We knew from looking at each other what we all had in common, namely our love of skintight faded levis 501s.  I admitted my passion for that to the other three guys, and they each nodded their head in agreement with a smile.  "Now, who's man enough to feel mine?" I asked my three levis buddies.  David said he was, and wanted to go first.  Then Tom piped in that why not the four of us just tangle ourselves up on the floor and enjoy each other's skintight faded levis.  We all thought that was a neat idea, and we got into a tight levis heap on the floor.  Man, I was incredibly turned on by having three tight levis hunks all over and under me, and me over and under them.  Everywhere I touched, there was sweaty faded skintight tortured denim all around me!  We were all getting really hard on, and were feeling the hard cocks of each other through the skintight denim.  All of a sudden, David started stroking my hard cock that was trying to burst out of my tortured 501s.  His own hard cock was clearly outlined by his skintight jeans, and was growing even still more.  Another levis stud, Tom,  was feeling my butt and the patch pockets and bursting butt seam of my levis, and totally getting off on the feeling.  His hand stroking, feeling and rubbing my tight levis-covered butt was turning me on too.

Finally, after several minutes of David stroking my hard cock through my tight faded levis, I blew my load.  Meanwhile, the other guys were stroking each other tangled in with David and I.  David's hand was getting wet and sticky from my hot creamy cum that was soaking through the tortured faded denim of my skintight levis.  He was then rubbing my manjuice all over my levis as well as his and the other guys'.  I then proceeded to feel him off, and after a short while of stroking his huge tool through his skintight faded levis he blew his load.  Meanwhile, the other two levis buddies were getting each other off, each guy blowing a huge load of young stud creamy hot cum in his seriously overstretched tight jeans.  After each of us had blown his hot creamy load inside our skintight faded 501s, we put our arms around each other and felt the warmth of each of our newfound buddies.  We all lay on the floor, each with a huge cumload in his tight levis, and an obvious stain on the front of each of our tight faded jeans.

I grabbed a few pillows off my bed and my roommate's, and we all rested tangled up together on the floor, each of our tight levis up against the other guys in the group.  Having each been relieved of our hot loads, we fell asleep next to each other, and woke up about an hour later, just in time for dinner.  Each guy pulled his t-shirt out of his levis so as to cover the huge cum stain on the front of his tight jeans while he went to his own dorm room to change for dinner.

As our little gathering broke up, we each agreed to join a little club we were just then creating for skintight faded 501s lovers, and were to meet in my room about 8pm for a hike into the wooded area near campus with each other, "Dead Poets Society" style.  And of course we agreed to wear our cum-stained skintight levis then, as it would be dark outside.  David chuckled that we might get campus recognition for our skintight levis 501s lovers club, and we all laughed, but somehow thought that could be interesting.  We knew there were other guys on campus who either secretly or openly had a love, desire, or fetish for skintight faded levis 501s.  We wanted to find every one of them!   Later than night we were to come up with the name for our very exclusive club: "Skintight Faded 501s Poets Society."  We thought that perhaps poetry might be one way we can use to express our love, pleasure, and sexual energy brought to us by our skintight 501s.

I greatly looked forward to an evening of intense friendship with my newfound skintight 501s buddies, and the adventures that awaited us that evening.  I was getting hard just thinking about it as I headed to the cafeteria in a unstained pair of skintight faded levis 501s.  What happened that night in our society  will have to wait for another story.......stay tuned!

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