Kenny felt a little stupid. He was dressing for the Sadie Hawkins dance. A girl named Michelle had asked him to go, and he had said yes. The "look" was supposed to be sort of hillbilly, something akin to the old Li'l Abner comics. Kenny's mom was getting into this much more than Kenny. She had rummaged through some old clothes in the basement, did some alterations, and the result was now staring back at Kenny in the mirror.
He was wearing an old, faded, plaid flannel shirt that belonged to his dad which was too big on him. His jeans, on the other hand, were way too small. They were a pair he had outgrown a year ago. His mom had sewn patches on the knees and frayed the high-water cuffs to give them a worn-out look. She let out the waist so he could close them, but that crotch! His cock and balls were tightly packed under the unyielding denim, a sensation that he was definitely not accustomed to. He'd had a hell of a time getting his boxer shorts down the pant legs, too, and he was sure they'd be riding up all night.
Kenny's mom called through the door, "Are you decent?"
"Yeah," Kenny moaned.
His mom came through the door and squealed, "Oh, you look adorable!" Then she walked over to him saying, "And I have the perfect finishing touch. But you'll have to tuck your shirt in."
"Huh?" Kenny asked, somewhat panicked. He was counting on that oversized shirt to help conceal his bulging crotch.
"It's a belt!" his mom pronounced gleefully as she held up a length of smooth rope.
Kenny knew there was no point in arguing about this, so he rolled his eyes and turned his back toward his mother while he undid his pants and jammed the shirt tail down into his already overstuffed jeans. He then took the rope and threaded it through the belt loops, then tied a square knot at the front.
"Perfect!" his mom exclaimed. "You look great!" she said and then wandered off to let him finish getting ready.
Kenny looked at himself in the mirror. It was way more embarrassing than before. In addition to the obvious bulge of his cock and balls, the bulky flannel shirt was making even more unsightly bulges in his skin-tight jeans. He noted that he could even see the lines on his legs where his boxers ended. His pants were a bulging, lumpy mess.
He thought quickly. One thing he thought would help would be to just take off his boxers, so he quickly undid the rope, shucked his jeans and boxers, and pulled his jeans back on. Unfortunately, his cock saw the brief release from its imprisonment as an opportunity to stretch! By the time he hurriedly got his jeans up his thighs, his cock was already at half-mast and was swelling rapidly. He jammed his cock down under his balls, holding it in place with the crotch seam of his old jeans. Mercifully, the swelling stopped.
Grumbling to himself about the damn belt, Kenny began tucking in the shirt tail, this time taking more care to keep the fabric from bunching up. Finally, he zipped his jeans, put on his rope belt, and turned once again to the mirror. This was a little more acceptable. His cock bulge was now directly behind the zipper, so there was only a gentle swelling there. He hoped and prayed that he wouldn't pop a full-fledged boner in those revealing jeans, but there was nothing he could do about it now, he had to go or he'd be late. Kenny threw on his sneakers and ran down the stairs.
As he was on his way to pick up Michelle, Kenny suddenly realized that his cock had shifted from his crotch seam down his right leg. He was used to it being on the left. Of course, any unfamiliar sensation is enough to start a teen guy's prick stiffening. Sure enough, Kenny felt the tingling that signaled the start of a boner. He didn't know what to do, though. He couldn't reach down and rub one out, that would make a mess that he couldn't hide, but he also couldn't walk up to Michelle's door with a hard-on jutting down his thigh.
Remembering that pushing his cock down earlier kept it from getting fully hard, he decided to clamp his legs together and let the tight jeans do the work. Then he thought about the ugliest woman he could think of, the one who worked at the school cafeteria with the hairy mole on her cheek. It did the trick. By the time he got to Michelle's house, his cock was soft enough that he could make the needed right-to-left adjustment as he walked to the door.
Michelle came out wearing a pink gingham dress that fit her waist and ample breasts as if she had been poured into it. Kenny grinned and said, "I like your dress."
"Thanks," she replied. She scanned Kenny's Sadie Hawkins outfit as they began walking to the car. "I like your jeans, too."
Kenny just blushed.
When they entered the gym, the first thing Kenny noticed was that the lights were quite a bit brighter than the regular "sock-hop" dances he was used to. The gym was decorated with hay bales, wagon wheels, and other "country" decorations. The decorations didn't matter to Kenny; he had been hoping it would be dark so his embarrassing bulge couldn't be seen.
Kenny wilted visibly when he saw Rod and Jon headed his way. Jon was already staring intently at Kenny's jeans, examining every inch of his friend's cock bulge.
"Hey, Kenny," Rod called out as they approached.
"Hey guys," Kenny responded, knowing it was pointless to try to hide his tight pants and obvious bulge from these two.
"Nice outfit," Jon kidded.
"Isn't it cute?" Michelle piped up. "I think it's sexy."
"Ooooo," both guys jeered.
"Yeah, yeah..." Kenny said, blushing furiously. He decided to turn the tables on them. "So, you guys got dates?" he asked, knowing full well they didn't.
Rod didn't miss a beat. "Nah, but I think we'll be able to hook up here," he said, knowing that wasn't really going to happen.
Michelle grabbed Kenny's hand and started dragging him to the dance floor. "Let's dance!" she said.
"See you guys," Kenny called as he disappeared into the crowd.
Concentrating on the new moves he practiced in his bedroom, he worked on impressing Michelle with his dancing ability. Then came a slow dance, and Michelle plastered herself against Kenny and they both began swaying to the music. The warmth of her body radiated through Kenny's clothes, and he sensed right away that she was putting extra pressure on his groin. It felt really great, so he returned the pressure.
"Mmm," she purred in his ear as she felt his cock growing down his leg.
Kenny couldn't believe how great it felt to be freeballing and humping his cock against a hot girl. His cock twitched and he heard her moan, so he made it twitch again, blissfully unaware of what was to come.
When the song ended and a new, fast piece started, Michelle asked Kenny, "You want to keep dancing?" Before he could answer she continued, "Or do you wanna go sit on the bleachers and make out?"
"Make out," Kenny gulped his reply.
When she turned around, Kenny hugged her from behind, and that's the way they walked over to the bleachers.
When they sat down, Michelle kind of giggled. "You know, everybody knows what it means when a guy walks behind a girl like that. All my girlfriends talk about how they can feel the guy's boner on their asses and stuff. You shouldn't be embarrassed." Then, lowering her voice, she added, "You really have a nice cock."
When Kenny heard that, his cock jumped under the tight confines of his old jeans. To his horror, he felt a drop of pre-cum escape from the tip. He knew that with no underwear it would soak through the faded denim right away, but it seemed like there was nothing he could do about it except try to calm down.
Michelle wasn't about to let that happen. She leaned over and planted a kiss on him. The kiss kept going and soon they were dueling with their tongues.
Kenny was exhilarated. He had been to several dances and always envied the couples he'd seen making out on the bleachers. Now he was part of that scene for the first time. He wrapped his arms around her and savored her taste and feel. The only trouble was that his dick seemed like it was getting even harder. He felt yet another drop of pre-cum leaking from his inflamed cock. He was sure there'd be a wet spot by now.
Several minutes and several drops of cock-juice later, Michelle suddenly backed away and announced, "Ooh! I love this song! Let's dance."
Before he could think, Kenny was being dragged onto the dance floor, boner bulge and all. Michelle started moving to the music while poor Kenny kind of hobbled through some steps, his movement hindered by the unyielding hardness in his jeans. He couldn't help taking a quick look to see how bad things were down there. It was the most embarrassing sight he could imagine – even more embarrassing than having to jack off in front of the J.O.C.K. club. Every detail of his cock shaft and head were visible through the tight faded denim, and there was a quarter-sized wet spot at the tip. When he looked back up, Michelle was staring straight at his pants. He blushed. She smiled.
By the time that song was over, his cock had softened to about half-mast, and at the end of the next song, he was back to normal (except for the pecker tracks on his thigh).
"I wanna sit down. Is that ok?" Michelle said.
Kenny couldn't deny her anything, so off they headed toward the bleachers. After they sat down, Michelle asked, "Um, can I ask you something personal?"
"Um, are you wearing any underwear?" she asked, fairly certain that the answer was no.
Kenny blushed once again. "No," he admitted. "My mom made me wear these stupid tight jeans and there wasn't really room for my boxers."
"Oh, I think your jeans are sexy," Michelle replied, as she traced her fingertips over his thigh. "I really like them a lot. But I think you better be careful, Kenny. It really shows when you get turned on, if you know what I mean." Her fingertips moved in small circles, edging closer and closer to his growing member.
Kenny couldn't believe such a cute girl would be so interested in his cock. Once again his cock jumped, and another drop of slimy liquid was ejected into his jeans. A spot appeared immediately.
Noticing it too, Michelle giggled and said, "Maybe you should cool off. Would you get me something to drink?"
"Umm..." Kenny said, staring at his obscenely bulging and spotted crotch.
"Oh, you guys worry so much about that stuff. Nobody cares! Just put your hands in your pockets or something," she said.
Kenny knew that suggestion was going to be both unhelpful and impossible in these tight jeans. So he gamely stood up and headed toward the concession stand, his dripping boner rubbing against his thigh and jeans with every step. And just his luck, who was standing by the counter but Rod and Jon.
"Whoa! Du-u-ude!" Rod laughed. "What's Michelle been doing to you?"
Kenny decided to turn his embarrassing situation to his advantage. "She's totally hot. All she wants to do is make out and rub my cock." He saw Jon's eyes widen, so he continued, "She just can't get enough of me, man. She said later she's gonna suck me off."
"Right," Rod said with a disbelieving edge to his voice. "I bet you won't even get it out of your pants."
"We'll see, dude," Kenny replied with mock confidence. "I gotta get her something to drink. See you guys later."
By the time he got the drinks and returned, his cock had once again returned to a less obvious state, but not before it left several more little wet spots all over the front of his jeans.
"You know what I did for you?" Michelle asked as they were finishing their drinks, her hand moving to his thigh.
"No, what?" Kenny gulped.
"I'm not wearing any panties," she cooed. She saw his cock lurch under his jeans. "Does that turn you on?"
"Oh yeah! You're so hot, Mich *mmbblllll*" He was interrupted by his date starting to kiss him again. There was no delay this time. The tongues were in play from the start. Soon her hand was over the head of his dick, teasing the sensitive ridge.
Meanwhile, Rod and Jon had wandered over by the bleachers. Jon stopped in his tracks.
"Wait. Rod, check this out. Kenny's totally making out with Michelle," he said.
"Oh man! They're really into it!" Rod exclaimed.
"Let's go back over here. I wanna watch this for a while," Jon said.
"I'm right with you!"
The boys moved into one of the few shadowy areas of the gym. They had a perfect view of Kenny and Michelle.
"Is she jacking him off?" Rod asked.
"I think she's rubbing his cock, but it's hard to tell. Oh man, this is so hot!" Jon replied, his hand sneaking into his pocket to stroke his hardening member.
Rod noticed his buddy's movement and snickered. "Just can't help yourself, can you?"
Jon grinned sheepishly. "Can you imagine if she jerked him off all the way?"
"Mmm, I wonder if he's wearing boxers?" Rod said, knowing the effect it would have on his jack-off buddy.