Boys in the Band: Addiction Guaranteed

You often hear about guys into leather, rubber, spandex, vinyl, lycra or latex. They all say that it feels like having a second skin, being sexier of course. In my case, I was excited by tight faded blue jeans. This started at a very young age. My mother received the Spring and Fall catalogue of the Eaton company, a major retail store across Canada. As soon as I would put my hands on it, I would flip through the pages, eager to find the “boys and men clothing” section where jeans were on display. The pictures would trigger stares of admiration.

I think my first pair of jeans was ordered from the Eaton catalogue when I was 12 years old. At that time, in the 1960s, you could only choose between Wrangler or Levi’s. Mine were Wranglers, but did not fit as tight as I expected. Once washed and dried in the sun on the clothes line, the fabric seemed a little more snugly.

All guys in my class wore jeans, some black, some dark navy blue; only Ted, Harry, Bill and I paraded in faded blue jeans. I say “paraded” because we all seem to take pleasure in showing off our priceless possession. Or was it showing off our butt…? At recreation, my eyes would follow Harry’s plumy ass nicely wrapped in denim. He sometimes would turn around and quickly stare at my snug Wrangler jeans. I think we both felt appreciated. One day I asked Harry if he wanted to come over at my place after school.

“We have a barn full of straw bails, we can build a tunnel, jump in the straw stack and wrestle.”

“That would be neat! Who knows, rubbing together might be… hot!

I wasn’t sure what Harry meant by “hot” but the idea of feeling his tight ass on top of me triggered a strange sensation. We lost no time in reaching my parents’ home. Mom served us cookies and milk, Harry thanked her politely, and we headed for the barn. We rolled over in the straw and I couldn’t resist saying:

“Harry, you have the biggest ass I have ever seen. It’s so nice… it’s awesome, its so attractive when wrapped in those tight Levi’s. Do you mind if I… touch it? If you’re o.k. with that, of course.”

“I would like that very much. You can caress my ass as long as I get to caress your thighs. They look so firm, so athletic.”

I started to caress his wide denim package a bit awkwardly. It was so exciting to brush my hand against the crack seam that I dared to slap Harry’s arse. What a surprise! He moaned with pleasure and pleaded for a more aggressive performance. “I can take a spanking, be aggressive, I love it”, he said. I obeyed the order and went further by alternating each energetic slap with kisses all over what now looked like a yummy rump roast. Harry had his hands all over, squeezing my firm thighs, my tight little ass, biting them with passion. Boy did that feel nice. It was the first time I was touching a boy and being tampered with kind of privately. I wanted it to last as long as possible.

I don’t know if Harry was reading my mind, but he positioned himself like he was going to fart in my face. It may sound gross but holding his rear cheeks in my hands and sniffing his virile odor made me also moan with pleasure. We then naturally ended up in what I would later learn to be the 69 position. I could feel the shape of his balls through the sweaty denim, and the warmth of his breath of my hidden penis, Fuck, this was heaven on earth!

Just as I was wondering what would happen next, my mother yelled that it was supper time and that Harry had to leave. We promised to meet the next day. He suggested that we invite Ted and Bill. “I’m sure they would love to join us in what we just did!” No sooner said than done. I think they both went out of their way to wear the most faded tight jeans, to my great delight. It was obvious that Ted and Bill had “felt” each other before and in a sexier way. Ted didn’t loose time in pressing his crotch in Harry’s butt while Bill was caressing my own crotch.

In no time, we all got excited down there, below the belt. We wrestled eagerly, grabbing each other’s balls. Fuck, this was all new to me and I wanted to thank my jean buddies. I dared to kiss Bill on the lips. He replied: “I thought boys only kissed girls, but that was fun. Can we do it again?” Harry and Ted heard that and joined in some kind of kissing contest. Who would find something to kiss? Lips for sure, but also ass, pecs, arm pits and crotch.

The next day was a Saturday. It was sunny and warm. We decided to bicycle on a secluded side road. Bill suggested that we take turns in following closely Harry to contemplate his wide plumy ass. We stopped at a pond and did not hesitate to dip in up to our belly. The wet jeans doubled the sensation of feeling HOT, to use Harry’s word. He was the only one to remove his jeans and twist the water out. We couldn’t take our eyes off his naked ass. As soon as Ted approached to grab it, Harry’s dick got hard. He started to masturbate and exploded a huge load of cum on the grass.

Ted, Bill and I did not want to be left out of the choreography, so we pulled down our zipper, reached for our growing meat, and started to pump the juice. I had masturbated before, under the bed sheet, in the dark, but never in front of a guy. It excited be so much that I was the first to shoot my creamy jizz.

During the Summer, we each had a job and a schedule that did not enable us to fool around as much as we wanted. Sundays are meant for worship, so we gathered to worship each other’s ass and enter into masturbation or pissing contests. When we entered high school, our gym teacher said that every boy had to wear a jockstrap. I discovered what would quickly become my preferred fetish garment.

Harry, Bill, Ted and I would stay as long as possible in the locker room to admire each other’s bulging white jockstrap. Once, as I was showering next to Harry, I slapped his ass as soon as we were alone. He rubbed his cock against mine, we both got hard and he lost no time in saying “I want to honor your manhood.” I had no idea what he meant but soon found out when he knelt down and started sucking my dick. I was addicted on the spot!

The next week, I was showering with Ted at my side. His cock was amazingly hard and slender. No one else was around, so he took the soap bar and offered to wash my back. “Boy, are you in for a special treatment; I sense that your ass hole is hungry, and I’ve got the tool to satisfy your slutty need.” In no time, Ted was fingering my anus. The sensation immediately triggered a hard-on my part, and predisposed me for what was about to happen.

Without any direction, I sucked his cock, leaving as much saliva as possible on the knob. Ted abruptly turned me around, slapped his dick in my crack and started to shove it inside my hole. I will admit that I first found it uncomfortable, but it was a pain that quickly transformed itself into the hot sensation of being manly possessed. A new addiction for me!