Tight=fitting sand colored jeans

[sebbie]

When I was a young teenager in the early 1960s, tight-fitting sand colored jeans were all the rage among teen males my age. These were not made of denim, but rather a smoother fabric, but like denim with a diagonal grain.

Manufacturers vied for who could make the tightest-fitting ones. And the guys vied to see who could wear the tightest fitting pair to classes. Manufacturers placed ads saying that a guy would have to remove his shoes in order to put these on. The bottom leg width was between 13 to 14 inches, and the fit was tight almost everywhere, not only in the groin but in the thigh and calves as well. All of this predates stretch denim with elastane.

Guys wore their latest and tightest pairs to school, fully aware that at that age there were unexpected erections that could happen seemingly out of nowhere. Part of the fun was that it became something of a contest to see who could get into the tightest pair without getting into a situation where ejaculation inside the jeans was impossible to avoid. Nor would the pair of tighty whiteys worn underneath contain all the cum and if an ejaculation inadvertently occurred there would be damp spots in potentially embarrassing places.

Me being me, I really wanted to participate in the sand-colored jeans craze. I got to go shopping for a pair mom in tow. I was going to try some on, which immediately sent bells tolling in my head that this was a potentially horny situation. I was worried that just trying a pair on would result in an ejaculation on a pair of jeans not yet purchased, but somehow I managed to avoid that. (I did learn a lot about precum on that shopping trip however, and learned to take dripping as a serious part of who I am as a guy!).

Mom and I found a pair both she and I thought were OK and for me would fill the bill. I never did get into a classroom situation like I described above. However, I was going to a school sponsored convention with other guys from high schools like mine. And I decided this was a great place to wear my tight sand jeans. Just thinking about doing this made me horny, and by the time I had gotten into the jeans I already had a tumescent-and-decent length semi on. The issue was where to put it. The entire groin of these jeans fits snug. The only place I could fit it was "down" parked inside the left leg.

Me and my male friend were walking to another building maybe a block away. With each step I walked, my erection moved with my thigh. This felt almost like a masturbation stroke. Heck, it WAS a masturbation stroke! I was terrified. Something was going to happen.

What happened, happened. I hesitated in the walk then ejaculated with a powerful pump going off in a frantic rhythm of sorts inside the jeans. The guy I was walking with knew I hesitated. There were damp spots on the left front of my jeans. I never got the nerve up since then to ask the guy I was walking with about if he realized what had happened to me. But fortunately, he never embarrassed me in front of the other guys I was with.

I see swimmers about the same age I was when these events occurred nowadays nearly all wearing jammers not brief swimsuits. These jammers frequently fit very tight as well, and the penis position is usually clearly down and inside one leg. This could set up a similar situation to the one I encountered with my sand-colored jeans.