Tight Jeans Trigger Virile Fun

I think I was around 12 when my mother bought me a pair of jeans, probably Wrangler. I asked her to wash them a few times so that they would feel more comfortable, and to let them dry in the sun. They fitted a little tighter and the blue denim slightly faded. I hid in the barn with a steel brush and started to rub my crotch, a way of making my new jeans look older. The sensation was weird but it felt good. That is my first souvenir of faded blue jeans.

In the Summer of 1961, I was hired by our neighbor to pic tomatoes. He had also a helping hand a few years older than me, about 17. I managed to position myself in order to see André bend down; his dirty jeans got tight and highlighted the crack between the buttocks. I was in awe, it made me breath deeply.

I’m not sure if it was normal or not, but I enjoyed the scene so much that I wanted to caress André’s ass. Being raised in the Catholic faith, I knew that this experience was a sin; I didn’t know if it was a venial or a mortal sin. And I didn’t plan to mention it at confession. I rather planned to meet André on Sunday afternoon, so I suggested that we go for a swim in the lake. He had a motorcycle and it was my first ride.

“Hop on behind me, Paul, and hold on tight to my body.”

“Can I hold on to your belt when you turn abruptly?”

“It’s better to put your hands on my inside hips. I like that feeling.”

“I can’t explain it, but caressing your tight jeans is so exciting!”

“I know what you mean, Paul. We’re going to have fun.”

We had a dip in the lake. I didn’t know how to swim, but André was very experienced. He plunged back and forth under me, pinching my ass and grabbing my balls. When he returned to lie on the sand, I noticed that he had a huge bulge. Since no one was around, he took off his swimsuit and exposed a hard cock.

“Come and help me put my jeans on; they’re a bit tight. You can push in this pistol.”

“I’ve never seen or touched another guy’s genitals. You’re getting me hard, André.”

“I hope so, Paul. Looks like you’re circumcised. I will help you place that nice pink knob inside your jeans too.”

By now, people were starting to lie on the beach not far from us. We dried up and walked away. Returning home on the motorcycle, André took a side road that led to a bushy area. He parked his bike in the shade and dragged me on a grassy area.

“I know that you always pic tomatoes next to be because you like to see my ass, right?”

“Well… your dirty crack turns me on, André. I breathe heavily every time I see you bend down.”

“Now, you can caress my ass and my dick too. I think I will initiate you to something hot: boy-to-boy pleasure.”

On that note, he pressed his bulge against mine, rubbed vigorously, put my hand on his rear end, and moaned with pleasure. Feeling his tight Wrangler jeans sent waves of shock to my penis. We both pulled down our jeans and naturally started masturbating. He then grabbed my balls, push away my hand, and stuck my cock in his mouth, sucking on my knob like it was a lollipop. Boy, did that feel good!

When he approached his bigger and harder dick to my face, I gave him the same treatment. Things then went quickly in second and third gear: hands and mouth were actively pumping the juice. We both ejaculated on each other’s chest, used the tail of our shirt to wipe the sperm, and pulled up our tight jeans.

I had tears in my eyes, and asked André if I could dry them in his crack. He lied on his stomach, offering me the best and hottest pillow I could imagine. Burying my face in a denim clad ass was a dream come true. Sniffing his virility was heaven on earth!

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It is only years later, after my coming out, that I researched the jean fetish in the gay community.  First, a bit of history. The trade of jean fabric first emerged in the cities of Genoa (Italy) and Nîmes (France). The French word for Genoa is Gênes, which may be the origin of the word "jeans”.

In Nîmes, weavers developed a similar fabric that became known as denim (de Nîmes or from Nîmes). Today, North America accounts for 39% of global purchases for jeans, followed by Western Europe at 20%, Japan and Korea at 10% and the rest of the world at 31%.

The ancestors of skinny jeans are breeches which were fashionably tight and worn since the seventeenth century. They were first popular in France, at the court of Louis XIII. Tight fitting clothes have the effect of making one appear slim and well figured. Baggy clothing can make one look overweight, slouchy, and generally unkept. Tight fitting clothing is especially useful for those who do not have height on their side; it makes one appear taller or rather, less short.

A hot guy in slim fit jeans is for sure sexy. Men with a dirty jeans fetish like to see them dropped in some mud… or stained with semen. These guys are into the feel of cotton and the way it fits on the body, especially tight jeans. It also involves a little agoraphilia – getting off in public – because some say it makes them hot just watching people wearing jeans in public.

Slim-fit jeans are called different names like drainpipes, stovepipes, cigarette pants, pencil pants, or simply skinnies. I think you will agree with me that an ass in skin tight jeans is a direct invitation to spanking. According to the readers of FS magazine, the gay health and life mag, the top fetishes among gay men are: Underwear (60%), Bondage (55%), Masters and Slaves (42%), Spanking (39%) and Leather (38%).

To celebrate my 65th anniversary – becoming a senior –, I paid a Rent-Boy $250 for a one-hour session. As soon as he arrived, I noticed his tight jeans and told him that I would indulge in a spanking treat. He smiled, hugged me, and we cuddled on the sofa. My hands kept reaching out for the ass crack, feeling the rugged seam, and dreaming of applying a solid blow.

Once on the bed, I ordered him to bend down, his ass perked up. I caressed the loaves tightly wrapped in denim, and gradually started to spank his succulent arse. Each blow made me get hard. When we were both approaching climax, we positioned ourselves to frot our bulge and cream our jeans simultaneously. Holy fuck, that was the best birthday gift COD (cash on delivery, lol).

I conclude on a very recent experience. As I was coming back from a bank deposit, I saw a guy in jean shorts walking ahead of me, sporting his peachy butt and hairy legs. He was about 30-years old, with long curly hair and wearing a Covid-19 mask. I accelerated to reach him, and dared to be pretty bold.

“Can I make a compliment?”

“Of course.”

“Man, you have a really nice ass!”

“Thanks.”

“Are you gay and single like me?”

“Yes.”

“I know it’s not the time and place to do so, but I feel like hugging and kissing you.”

Without waiting for a reply, I caressed his cheeks and slapped his butt. We parted on that warm note.”

I spent the evening thinking of him, of his peachy ass wrapped in denim. I imagined him sitting on my face, letting my tongue work hard to reach a virile climax.