The Second Meeting

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!

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