On and off for 6 years, I explored adult written content... I found previously posted wam stories, creatively described.

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Episode 1, for a friend on here, so here we go...

Thomas meets his lubed fantasy.

By PrimeSlimeTime.. UMD.net. 2019-2025. (Now, Wet Jeans Manifesto).

Thomas, or Thom, as he preferred, walked home from the usual mundane grocery shopping, leisurely under roadside trees, passing terraced houses, streets clean of waste, devoid of humans, not even walking dogs. An easy pace from the grocery store with a light load. Light traffic at his end of town, residential CBD, towering buildings several main roads away, traffic unheard, despite busy.

The occasional screaming taxi driver, yelling into his phone in Hindi, just past mid afternoon and serenely quiet. Sunshine through the many tree lined terraced streets, late spring, at peace with the world.

First wear skinny jeans, soaked in J lube, before he left, home alone and pensive, delving in private messy fun. Squelching in plimsolls step by step, strolling along in slimy jeans heaven, no one with a clue. Every step a tease, like a second pair of hands in there with you, Speedos for briefs, just divine, either wet or messy, sometimes both.

Thoughts on home and company far away, groceries away, then down to business with himself in their spacious luxury apartment shower. His flat mate and long-term closest friend since university campus living, at work in the mines. Away in the field, so for now, self sufficing, missing company in the silent apartment.

Dumping the bags at theirsecond-floor apartment door, key turned, glad to be home, no bills to think about. Cool inside, 27C and dry outside, all sense of humidity and unwanted scents removed, maybe not, detecting something bad. Possibly through the kitchen window, the complex trash pit, just across the way. Perishables to chill, looking over drinks options. Nothing of fancy, for now, down to business in the shower.

As he cracked a freezing whiskey and dry bottle from the fridge, shoved closed with his foot, a pair of hands covered his eyes from behind. Undeterred, and without fear, though caught unawares, taking a long drink, the taste, sweet, to his liking. Feel of the hands, safe and strong, telltale CK fragrance.

Familiar hands tied a blindfold around his head firmly, blocking out his sight completely, using a luxury dress tie. "Surprise... Shut down finished early, and I wanted to surprise you", soft voice whispering in his ear, soft steady breath on his neck, covering him in goosebumps. A faint touch to his ear caused shivers, sending chills to his toes. Shoes slipped off, stood on a soft, plush towel, more comfortable around the apartment barefoot.

Touch of soft lips on the nape of his neck, luckily he shaved, the familiar fragrance of his lover, rich through flaring nostrils. Soft but strong hands ran through his hair, over his shoulders and slowly felt their way down his chest, warm, strong body pressed into his back. An arm wrapped around his waist, the other sliding across silky soft denim, squeezing the lube bulge, pressed smooth. Caressed through brand new tight jeans, tag still on, finding an impressive erection, teased and tickled with soft fingers. Thom almost dropped his whiskey from subtle electric shocks through clenched teeth, struggling to breathe normally. "Careful with the merchandise."

The lips at his neck parted, teeth softly biting, firm wet tongue dancing on prickly skin. He shook and shuddered, the hand on his very visible erection, toying seductively as a soft voice whispered to him, "hello lover, would you like more." Speechless, beside himself with the pleasure of it, gasping.

He offered his hands to be led away, no choice but to submit to his captor, the drink removed from his hand for safekeeping, Walked purposely to another room. He could hear Katatonia playing, gently spun around a few times, slightly disoriented, although a good grasp on which way was up.

Soft hands adjusted his stance, then by the shoulders, firmly pushed backwards. He fell on to a large and luxurious bed, dragged into the middle. Comfortable and relaxed, knowing he was in good hands. "Lie still and enjoy", the voice in his ear said, mind racing in anticipation. A few minutes passed, wrists lightly tethered, ankles in the same state. Barely able able to move, concentrating on sound, a soft runny substance poured over his head. More poured out and massaged into his chest. No scent, yet familiar, arms covered, and a hand ran up under his now soaked t-shirt, massaging softly. The substance and touch of the hand spread lower down, poured on to his jeans, not some, but a lot, soaking the bed linen. More and more poured out, leaving a slimy, sticky mess between himself and the bed coverings. Knees bent, legs stuck together, suspended in some kind of gel or glue.

Jeans lifted out at the front, quickly filled up with warm and scented something, slightly different to the first. Poured in, then more until bulging, bottle after bottle heard discarded. Two hands squeezed the warm liquid down and into the legs of his jeans, thoroughly smeared all over him, out the bottom, smeared as his toes gently sucked, producing a gasp, then more, electric shocks through clenched teeth, more intense.

The hands moved up to the top of his jeans, then softly slid inside. The sensation on his skin, highly arousing, very full jeans stretched to their limit. A hand went to his genitals, caressed through slime soaked speedos, making him call out softly as he wriggled and slid around in pleasure, crying out, "fuck, OMG, just finish me already".

Desire on overload at the intense pleasuring, one hand stroking his full length, the other running over the head of his manhood, teasing back and forth as the need for sexual release accelerated, slowly edged out of his senses.

Thom lost control of his need, David worked him softly but with urgency, firmly stroking him full length, rewarded with sweet pulsing release into his jeans. David felt throbbing squirts through soft lycra, teasing the head of Thom's quivering and very hard cock, the explosion of sexual release sending ripples of pleasure like electric shocks through his body, shuddering in response.

Loudly moaning in appreciation of his body's explosive release of sexual tension, something he desired all day, saving anticipation til he could bare it no more. Jeans slid open, causing a flood of slime across luxury bedding, soft lips mouthed his lycra, peach slime, and cum covered shaft, to the hilt, sucking as it rose, tickling as it fell...