Barry lives in a rural village near Windsor, the most southern Canadian city, not too far from Detroit, USA, in the heart of the Great Lakes. When his father got married, he inherited 100 acres of fertile land and worked as a farmer until he got a job at the General Motors Co. in Windsor. He now rents out the stretch of land to the neighbor who grows wheat. Bales of hay fill up a barn and make an ideal playground for Barry and his older brother Terrence. The boys enjoy building tunnels and jumping in the hay stack. Terrence likes to tickle Barry whose radiant laugh is so energetic.
Barry’s mother orders clothes from the Eaton catalogue. The boys get to choose a new shirt when it’s back to school time. What Barry really wants is a pair of jeans, just like the ones worn by Marlon Brando in The Wild One (1953) and by James Dean in Rebel Without a Cause (1955). Ever since he was about twelve, Barry started to collect pics of cowboys in tight faded blue jeans, dreaming of looking like them. He often asked his mother to buy Wrangler jeans for his birthday, but to no avail.
Denim jeans have always served the cowboys well. They’re durable and they protect from the elements. Wrangler and Levi Strauss are the normal brands. Their tight weave and strong cotton fibers resist tears and abrasions, making it ideal for the physical demands of cowboy life.
Finally, on his 16th birthday, Barry gets a pair of Wrangler blue jeans. He is so excited. He asks his mother to wash and dry them many times in order to get the faded look and the tight fit. As soon as he puts on his Wrangler denim wear, the teenager caresses his ass and his crotch behind closed doors. “It makes me feel special, different too. I don’t know why, but I kind of get aroused. My dick rubbing against the denim fabric swells better than against a pillow. My jeans give a new meaning to getting a hard-on. Masturbation is way more exciting when I wear my tight faded blue jeans!”
William, the neighbor’s son, is Barry’s best friend; they are both 16 and like to cuddle on the sofa while watching cowboy films. When Barry’s mother bakes an apple pie, she invites William to stay for dinner, knowing that his mother is not keen on homemade desserts. One Saturday afternoon, the boys bicycle all the way to Lake Sainte-Claire for a swim. On returning home, William takes the lead and Barry gets to admire the peachy ass of his best friend. “I would love to caress it, even fun-spank him. I don’t know if he would let me rub my hard cock on his gorgeous round ass…” Keeping this question in the back of his mind, Barry invites William to stretch out in the barn’s hay stack. They jump and roll over, ending up in each other’s arms.
“It’s so fun being with you, William.”
“What do like about me, Barry?”
“I love the fact that you enjoy wearing tight faded blue jeans, just like me.”
“Yeah, they kind of feel sexy, don’t you think?”
“I sure do. Can I caress your gorgeous denim clad ass?”
“If I agree, is that a confirmation we are homo… we are gay?”
“It means that we are two boys who like to fool around erotically. Sounds perfectly normal to me.”
“I wouldn’t want guys at school to know about this kind of… feeling hot for each other.”
“It can be our secret, William. Come closer so I can grab your awesome butt.”
On that note, the two boys embrace, rub their bulging crotch together, pull the zipper down to let a 9-inch cut dick pop out, and start an erotic fencing match. Barry grabs and slaps William’s ass, triggering a moan of pleasure. He ventures into sliding his rod along the denim crack seam. In no time, Barry screams: “I’m on the verge of shooting my load, William.”. The reaction is spontaneous: “Don’t cream my jeans, let me suck you dry!” Face-fucking is a first for Barry and the pleasure is awesome; he now wants to taste William’s cock while caressing his denim clad butt. After having swallowed William’s salty jizz load, Barry tries to crown his gay sex experience with a kiss on the lips, but his partner abruptly puts an end to their homoerotic pleasures: “I’m not gay to the point of kissing… yet.”
The next few days, at school, William tries to avoid being alone with his best friend. He doesn’t want Barry’s hand brushing “accidently” on his butt. The result would be a hard-on and some guys might notice it, calling him a faggot. William admits to himself that he’s queer, but he only wants to share this with Barry. At night, alone in his bed, he tries to imagine what it would feel to have his buddy pounding his hungry ass. On Friday, as soon as the bell rings, the two teenagers bicycle back home. Williams follows Barry to the barn: “I want you to fuck me right here, in the hay stack where it all began. I want to feel you hard and deep inside me.”
Barry himself dreamed of screwing William. According to his scenario, this occurred only after caressing a cock and an ass wrapped in tight faded blue jeans. William is perfectly dressed for the occasion. Barry is so excited; he kneels down to bury his face in Williams’s crotch, to bite his bulge, to knead and spank his perky behind tagged Wrangler. Barry pulls out all nine inches of his super hard rod and slaps it on William’s large firm butt splendidly wrapped in denim. The two teenagers have no experience in fucking but it comes naturally.
Barry first snuggles up on the back of his divine partner, bites his neck and shoulders, slides his tongue along the spine, and unbuttons the jeans from behind to let them slide down into the hay stack. He instinctively smells the hairy crevice, congratulates William on his fuckin intoxicating manly odor, spits copiously on the ass hole to lubricate it, then switches around to let William suck him. Feeling his boy juice bubbling, Barry goes back to the yummy rosebud, eats it greedily, pokes the back door with his rod, and gradually shoves his dagger inside.
Even though the scenario is perfectly orchestrated, it first triggers cries of pain… that are nonetheless accompanied by “Keep going in, don’t stop, fuck the hell out of me!” Sometimes a little clumsily but always vigorously, Barry ploughs his best friend’s ass. He wishes it would last longer but his explosion is eminent. He warns his buddy who still continues to moan voluptuously. As soon as William feels the stream of jizz filling his fuck chute, he cries out: “This is simply divine! I’ve never felt so fulfilled.” And to Barry’s surprise, William kisses him passionately.
