KomodoDragon
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One of my first jeans were a pair of Apple Jeans my stepmom bought me when we visited Hong Kong. Prior to that, I had always worn loose fitting rugby pants. My stepmom was a 10 years older than I and thus was perhaps more fashionable than moms who are 30 years older.
Any how, she took me to some clothing stores, and finallt got me into some Apple Jeans. They were straight legged and very tight. Needless to say, during my puberty years, such clingy clothes leads to certain growth, and leaves little to the imagination. At her insistance, we left with 3 pairs of tight (and I mean tight) jeans in grey, blue and black.
When we got back to our hotel, my old wardrobe was discarded, and I became a new man. I was, "stylish" according to my stepmom. For the whole trip, I walked about in tight (spandex like) jeans, with a woody 80% of the time. I was sure she noticed. One time, we were on the bus, and being the gentleman I am (and being the child), I gave mommy the seat. For the next 40 minutes, I stood directly in front of her with my buldge at her eye level. Shortly into the ride, she commented how well I looked in those new jeans she chose, and how flatering they look on me. I could see she was eyeing my jewels. It was actually quiet erotic - in hindsight, but a little weird and awakward at the time.
Any how, she took me to some clothing stores, and finallt got me into some Apple Jeans. They were straight legged and very tight. Needless to say, during my puberty years, such clingy clothes leads to certain growth, and leaves little to the imagination. At her insistance, we left with 3 pairs of tight (and I mean tight) jeans in grey, blue and black.
When we got back to our hotel, my old wardrobe was discarded, and I became a new man. I was, "stylish" according to my stepmom. For the whole trip, I walked about in tight (spandex like) jeans, with a woody 80% of the time. I was sure she noticed. One time, we were on the bus, and being the gentleman I am (and being the child), I gave mommy the seat. For the next 40 minutes, I stood directly in front of her with my buldge at her eye level. Shortly into the ride, she commented how well I looked in those new jeans she chose, and how flatering they look on me. I could see she was eyeing my jewels. It was actually quiet erotic - in hindsight, but a little weird and awakward at the time.