It all started with a really great thunderstorm. I was sleeping over at my best friend's house. Rick was a year older than me, but we were really friendly because his house was diagonally across the street from us. Anyway, we heard this tremendous rain and in the morning we looked out and saw puddles everywhere. But it was sunny and hot and we went out in the afternoon to walk to the area behind our houses that wasn't developed.

There were a few concrete drainage ditches, some half-finished cement foundations and some bulldozed land where the developer had stopped building houses. It was one of our favorite places to play. As we got to the main part, where the construction had been abandoned, we passed two guys playing in a ditch. They were pretty muddy, pushing each other into the water and getting soaked. They stood up and water streamed off their clothes, which were just some shirts and soccer shorts. It looked like fun but it never even occurred to me that it was something I might do.

Rick said that looked cool and maybe we should get wet too. I said "NO WAY", thinking that I wasn't even in shorts and wasn't going to get my jeans wet. (Rick was in jeans too.) Rick said "Oh come on Chet, you are always such a wimp." But I just said no. I'd never gotten wet in my clothes before and it just seemed stupid to do it.

We watched the guys play in the water for a few minutes, they didn't seem to mind. I suddenly realized and felt a little guilty that I was noticing how their wet nylon shorts clung to them. Well, they're just showing off or maybe they just don't care, I figured.

We walked over to the best part of the construction area, where there was a open cement basement but with no house on top of it. As we approached it, maybe 30 yards away, we saw to our astonishment that it was surrounded by a shallow pond. We'd never seen anything like this when it had rained before. Rick looked at me like, do you want to continue?

I figured it would be OK to get my Reeboks wet since they'd dry out and we started to walk into the shallow pond. At first it was just two inches deep but at parts it was about 6 inches deep. The bottoms of our jeans were wet but it didn't seem like a big deal to me. The sun was strong and it would dry off quickly. Rick's Nike sneakers and my Reeboks were of course soaked.

It actually felt good to have the soaked denim against my leg.

As we walked toward the basement, the water suddenly got deeper and we got wet up to our knees. The water was surprisingly warm, having been baking all morning in the hot sun, and I was surprised that instead of feeling gross, it actually felt good to have the soaked denim against my leg. Rick walked ahead of me and the water was just over his knee when he reached the edge of the cement foundation. He stood up on it and I saw how shiny his wet jeans were from the knees down.

I joined him on the ledge and we looked down at the basement. We knew every inch of it but today it was totally covered in water! All we could see were a few concrete steps going down into the slightly muddy water. It looked like it might have been at least two or three feet deep at the deepest part. It looked like a series of swimming pools with each 'room' being a different pool.

Rick and I looked at each other, thinking there was no way we could play in 'our' basement today. But then Rick jumped over to the landing that was at the top of the basement stairs and went down the first few steps to the edge of the water.

"C'mon, you'll like it!"

"Do you think we can go in?" he asked. I said I didn't want to get any more wet, but he said "C'mon Chet, the sun will dry it off and besides my parents aren't home this afternoon so they'll never even see us when we come back." I hesitated and Rick took a few steps down into the water. "C'mon, you'll like it!" he said.

I didn't know why he was so determined or why anyone would actually want to get wet in their jeans. But I didn't want to look like a wimp so I followed him.

Rick waded ahead of me through the first room, with the water getting deeper and deeper. I could see that the water was almost up to his jeans butt when he stopped at the ledge going into the second room. We were exactly the same height so the water was right below my jeans crotch too. The warm water soaking into my tight denim legs felt good. I never thought it would actually feel good. It was actually exciting. I reached down and adjusted my dick. Rick couldn't see me do it and it was weird that I was getting a little stiff.

We both stopped at the ledge into the second room and we knew there was a little step down, so the water would be just an inch or so below our waists. Rick looked at me like, do you want to do it? We both knew this meant getting our briefs wet. I was scared, I don't know why.

Rick saw that I didn't want to go further and he said, "C'mon I've gotten my jeans wet a lot, it's OK." I said "What do you mean?" And he said "Trust me. It just feels good, that's all." I said "But your underwear too?" And he said "Yeah it just feels good. Try it" "OK," I said, "but you go first."

He asked me if I liked this and I said "Yeah, sorta."

Rick took the step ahead of me and immediately the water level rose up almost completely covering his jeans. He said it felt good and I followed him slowly. I remember feeling the water soak into my underwear and get my parts wet. It was exciting and for some strange reason, stimulating. I could feel myself getting hard. Rick stepped up on something and rose out of the water so I could see his wet jeans right in front of me. I was very conscious of how the shiny wet jeans just stuck to his body. He didn't turn around so I couldn't see the front of his jeans.

He asked me if I liked this and I said "Yeah, sorta." but I was surprised at how much I really did like it and how excited it was making me.

We reached the last 'room' and we knew this was the deepest. At this point I wasn't worried about getting wetter. Rick looked at me and asked if I was going to join him if he waded to the little block of cement in the center. I agreed and we went in, deeper and deeper.

The water was up to mid-chest, soaking our T-shirts. By now my heart was pounding with excitement. The water felt so good sloshing around my underwear and jeans and I was totally hard, thinking about how I was going to hide it. Rick reached the center block and climbed up on it, water streaming off his jeans.

But there was something I couldn't take my eyes off: Rick clearly was enjoying his wet jeans, and he wasn't even trying to hide it. The thought that he was hard too was both reassuring and exciting at the same time. Was this what he meant by 'it feels good'?

We splashed around and at this point neither of us cared about limiting how wet we got as we were already soaked. We went back to the first room where the water was shallower and I turned my back on Rick to make sure that there was nothing on the front of my jeans to show how excited I was.

But I hadn't counted on my jeans, which were a little snug to begin with, being so clinging when wet. I figured I would put my hands in my pockets and then I saw that Rick wasn't making the slightest effort to hide his excitement. All of a sudden our eyes met, we realized each had been looking at the other's jeans. We didn't dare say anything about it but we both knew each other was turned on. We splashed around some more and decided to walk back to his place.

On the way back we passed the muddy ditch where an hour before we'd seen the kids playing and this time it didn't take a second for us to get in the ditch too, sliding down in the mud on our butts, since we were already wet and slightly muddy from the basement 'pools'.

As we walked back we talked about how much fun it was, never mentioning how excited we had gotten. Rick said that since we were so muddy and wet, we should take a shower to rinse our jeans and T-shirts and throw them into the washing machine. They'd be dry long before his parents were due back.

While our clothes where in the washer, we then sat in his room watching TV in our damp briefs. We felt funny about the whole thing and said we'd never do it again even though in our hearts we knew it was too exciting not to do it the first chance we had. So a few minutes later we were making plans to get wet the next weekend.

"I told you that it felt good!" Rick said with a wicked smile. And that's how I got hooked on getting wet in jeans.

Chet Gets Wet Deliberately This Time!

For many weeks after the first time I got wet while wearing jeans with Rick at the construction site, we talked about how much fun it was. But we never did anything more about it because it seemed a little wrong to us and we knew we'd get in trouble with our parents if we deliberately got our clothes wet. But every time we talked about the incident we resolved we had to somehow find a way to do it again.

One weekend we were riding our bikes and stopped as we rode over a bridge near our houses that crossed a small stream. That was it! We'd never thought about the stream and yet it was only a half mile from our houses. We immediately agreed that the following weekend we would go exploring in the stream if the weather was OK. All that week I could think of nothing else and I know Rick thought of it too. I mean we were deliberately going to go wading in the stream in our T-shirts, jeans and sneakers. We were going to do it Saturday when our parents were going to be out shopping.

That morning I was very excited and called Rick to reconfirm and ask if he was really just going to wear jeans and not shorts. He said yeah and I ran to my closet to pick out which jeans to wear.

I knew right away which ones I would wear, my faded and ripped jeans from eighth grade which I knew would be very tight. I tried them on and struggled to pull them up, not realizing how much I had grown in the two years since I bought them. They were so tight I took them off and tried them back on without my underwear, and it felt good. I looked in the mirror as I tucked my white T-shirt into the supertight jeans, worrying that Rick would think I was weird. But it felt so good I just decided to wear them anyway. Jeans and T-shirt, what a cool outfit for swimming!

Rick came over and I saw that he was in some old jeans too, almost as tight as mine, and a black T-shirt. I wanted to say something like it looks like you had the same idea as me, but it seemed too stupid and I was a little embarrassed.

We walked to the stream, talking about how wet we'd get; up to our ankles, knees, thighs or waists. When we got to the stream we walked along the edge for a while looking for the right spot to go wading. Somehow it just didn't seem right to walk right into the water in our street clothes, even if we had deliberately worn old jeans; we needed some excuse to get wet.

We found it right away. There were a series of little islands, some of them not much more than big rocks, in the center of the stream, and Rick said "Let's go over to that island". With a particular mission now agreed, we both stepped into the water, instantly soaking our Nikes and socks, getting wet up to our ankles. The water felt good squishing in my shoes and we sunk a little into the mud.

We took a few more steps and Rick and I looked at each other, grinning like crazy, because we both knew this was fun. We asked each other how deep we would go as we kept wading toward the first little island. By now we were up to our knees and the island was just a few feet away. The water made my jeans leg heavy and I liked the feeling. In fact the anticipation of getting even wetter was turning me on and I was definitely excited.

We got to the island and we knew we wanted to go farther. The next island downstream was only 20 feet away but the water looked deeper. We both said let's try it and we waded close together, sometimes holding onto each other to make sure we didn't slip on the muddy bottom. We were halfway there when the water level was just below our waistline. We stopped. My heart was pounding.

Rick and I looked at each other, checking to make sure the other wanted to go deeper. We knew the next step would get our jeans completely wet. We were both thrilled about the prospect of getting completely soaked and weren't even trying to hide it from each other. "Chet, you wanna get more wet?" said Rick and I said yeah. The bottom was slippery here and the current stronger so I held onto the beltloops of Rick's jeans waist.

We took the next step together. It was deeper than we thought and we both went in about four inches deeper, with the water just reaching our T-shirts. It felt so good to have the water swirl around my body, and feel the denim that was clinging to every part of my body. We both were breathing heavily cause we were excited.

We got to the island and climbed up. I watched as Rick's shiny wet jeans clung to his legs and butt. And I could almost feel his eyes looking at my jeans crotch, with the wet clinging jeans outlining how excited I was.

We stood up on the little island, admiring our wet jeans and knew we had to tackle the next island. We started wading toward it and realized we weren't going to make it there without getting totally wet. As the water was now chest deep, soaking our T-shirts, we just plunged into the stream, swimming and splashing. It was a hot day so the water was pretty warm.

The current carried us to the island but Rick got there first and started climbing up and once again I had a perfect view of his wet T-shirt clinging to his chest and back, and his tight wet jeans. I don't know why, but it just looked great and I couldn't control my joy. It felt so unbelievably good that it almost took my breath away.

I scrambled up the rocks to find Rick lying on the top, sprawled out in his wet jeans and T-shirt, with an embarrassed look on his face. I said "Don't worry, you look cool." We both laughed and looked at our wet clothes, just totally messed up. I would have been embarrassed, but since we both did it, it just seemed OK. We both said there was just something exciting about getting wet in clothes, but we didn't know why.

We jumped back in the water, splashing and dunking each other. We finally got out of the stream and we each said how cool the wet clingy and shiny T-shirts and jeans looked, and we knew we were going to get wet again and again in our jeans.