As a teenager, I didn't know anything about my sexual orientation. Being gay wasn't an option back then because I hadn't clearly noticed it and didn't feel any urge to. But what I always liked were well-built boys my age in tight jeans. I was particularly aroused when these boys knew what they radiated, how they affected naive guys like me. Once, when I was attending vocational school during my vocational training, a new boy came into the class.
The new boy came into the class and immediately attracted everyone's attention. He had a provocative face that said 'I know who I am, what I am and that I can get anyone I want because I'm better than anyone else'.
His body seemed perfect. He was wearing clothes, but they were so tight that you could clearly see his body contours. I should have known that I was gay because after the first look, my eyes immediately went to his crotch and his ass in his tight Levi's jeans that seemed to be tailor-made for him. Bear in mind that there was no stretch in men's jeans back then, and certainly not in Levi's. His Levi's looked as if the denim had been liquid before, he had been dipped in it and then dried on his delicious lower body parts. What particularly struck me (and I'm sure I'm not the only one) was that his jeans bulge was completely worn out in the place where his cock was clearly lying. He wore his cock on his right, which looked very hot. That immediately revealed that he often occupied himself with this desirable Levi's bulge.
I also saw that this part of his jeans had a few spots that looked stained. I think it's a shame that I didn't recognize or didn't want to acknowledge my obvious homosexuality back then. In a way, the guy seems to have had a significant influence on me.

A few weeks later, I saw him again in the classroom. He was wearing the cool Levi's again. But they seemed to have been washed. What I observed later seemed to show me that he didn't like the washed jeans that much. You have to know that he always sat in such a way that he sat quite separately. But that day I had a very good view of him. He was also wearing a cream-colored Levi's jacket that day. The contrast with the light blue Levi's jeans provoked me to keep looking at him. But that day he didn't have such a provocative face. With his long hair, it seemed more angelic to me. After a while I noticed that his right shoulder was moving rhythmically.
My suspicion was confirmed when I came back from going to the toilet. I saw him gently touching and stroking his noticeably larger bulge in his jeans with the thumb, index and middle fingers of his right hand. He must have noticed that I saw that. But he didn't stop. I saw that he did that for the rest of the time.
When I saw him after class, he was sitting on a bench on the grounds of the vocational school with a provocative expression on his face. A stain was clearly visible on the right side of his bulge in his jeans. He didn't even try to hide the stain. I felt the bulge in my jeans stirring. I don't know if the stain was caused by an orgasm or "just" by precum. It doesn't matter, either would have been a great experience and the sight of it made me horny...

A few weeks later I was at a swimming lake. I had just come out of the water. At that time, tight Levi's were popular swimwear for boys. Of course I had one on too and lay down on my beach towel and was just taking something to drink from the cooler and saw out of the corner of my eye someone in tight, uncut light blue Levi's jeans and a black T-shirt walking towards the water. I immediately recognized it was him because of his hot denim ass and the color and a small hole in the butt pocket of the Levi's jeans. I thought that maybe I would get to see his bare upper body for once. Wrong thought... after pausing briefly, he went into the water and didn't even take off his leather boots.
I had to turn over onto my stomach immediately because my cock immediately got hard in the tight Levi's shorts. He stopped so that he was up to his waist in the water, with his back to the people on the beach. After a short while I noticed his shoulder moving like in a classroom. I felt the pressure in my cock getting bigger and bigger. I imperceptibly fucked myself in my jeans. His movements in the water became a little more violent and then he suddenly stopped. By now I had shot a huge load of cum in my Levi's shorts.

After five minutes he turned around and walked out of the water and came over to me and sat down next to me in the sand.
We had an apparently otherwise irrelevant conversation. All I remember is that I asked him why he doesn't take off his clothes when he goes swimming. He replied: "Because I think it's hot and I want it that way". I stayed lying on my stomach the whole time because my cock wouldn't go soft despite the orgasm.

He then said he was going into the water again to get the sand off his jeans. I watched him go. This time he went completely into the water and swam a few strokes. While I was watching this, I came again in my jeans.

I lost sight of him. I'm sure he jerked off in the Levi's and came in them while he was in the water. I'm glad that my Levi's shorts were wet and you couldn't see that I had just had two orgasms. How stupid I was in my youth not to want to accept that I was gay. But what I've learned to love since then is coming in tight jeans, whether wet or dry. I only saw the guy in the vocational school and liked to watch him. In my naivety I probably didn't notice that the guy wanted to start something with me.

Well, that's how it is when you're young and naive... Today I live gay, late but not too late, and through my friend, who admittedly looks a bit like the guy back then, I got to know the world of WAM. Here I can combine everything that I liked back then and I've found the right friend for that....