I discovered Button Fly Jeans in college. To this day if I wear jeans that's what I wear, for good reason.
Button fly jeans are still unusual and hard to find. I have 6 pairs in my closet. All tare he same brand size 33, same size I wore in college and some of them are jeans from back then. I have a lifetime contract with my clothing, and I have kept my body in shape so I can still wear stuff from 20 years ago.
The girl I had been dating for a short time that year was a pretty little blond with an athletic body. We had only done some heavy petting; kissing, making out and feeling each other off, but only outside the clothes. She had felt my boner but she had not seen it. One night she asked me, "Why do you wear Button fly jeans?" Well, there are two very simple reasons. One, I have a fear of zippers that goes back to an unfortunate accident in my childhood that resulted in medical attention for my penis. No permanent damage. Two, they are roomier than zipper flys in the front, so if you have above-average genitals or you get an erection they are much more comfortable. That was not my answer to the girl. I said, 'Unbutton them and find out."
She was an absolute sport, and set to work slowly unbuttoning one at a time until she got to the bottom button. My penis had already swelled to about half mast. The particular brand I wear has a label inside the fly that says "Lucky You." She took note of that and then turned her attention to the rising mound in my boxers. She spread the slit in my boxers and pulled my dick out to play with it. I got one hand down her pants and found her clit, and I began to massage it. By now my dick was full on hard and she started to stroke it up and down. After only about five minutes of this she started to squirm and the end of my dick was wet with pre-cum. I said, "I'm about to cum," and she stroked faster. My load went straight up in the air and came back down on my pants and shirt. I still had my middle finger vigorously working her clit and she began to buck her hips, threw her head back, and her whole body shook with pleasure.
Thanks to my button fly jeans, the ice was broken and we had a great physical relationship after that. The jeans had a trip to the laundry.
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